<?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-7096214039902610612</id><updated>2011-12-07T05:55:51.680-08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='Hugs'/><category term='Caffeine'/><category term='homemaking'/><category term='The Faith'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Orange juice'/><category term='jury duty'/><category term='A book'/><category term='homeless'/><category term='hair'/><category term='Adventure'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='sales tax'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='worthy'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='pumpkin bread'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='christian preschool'/><category term='Camera'/><category term='Crazy'/><category term='ice cream and no sleep'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Language learning'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Being Wonderful'/><category term='Grateful'/><category term='St. Patricks day'/><category term='winter rain'/><category term='Song'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='women'/><category term='children'/><category term='being grateful'/><category term='san francisco'/><category term='God'/><category term='Chico'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Allergies'/><category term='random'/><category term='Little Ones'/><category term='Name Days'/><category term='giving'/><category term='2010'/><category term='world'/><category term='camping'/><category term='sugar fight'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='pistachio'/><category term='green eggs'/><category term='book'/><category term='care team'/><category term='Thomas the Train'/><category term='storm cloud'/><category term='Cakes'/><category term='life'/><category term='Hebrew'/><category term='frugality'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='blah'/><category term='Hutch'/><category term='suicide'/><category term='Mucinex'/><category term='Starburst'/><category term='Love'/><category term='magic eraser'/><category term='house'/><category term='walmart'/><category term='prision'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='sleep problems'/><category term='Cookies'/><category term='Hiking'/><category term='fathers'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Awesome Amber's Randomness</title><subtitle type='html'>I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. - Philippians 4:13</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3835473848473216211</id><published>2010-01-07T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:14:17.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>emotions</title><content type='html'>The ability for my emotions to change at a blink of an eye is quite amazing and annoying at the same time.  I can go from feeling good and motivated to depressed and sad.  Sometimes there really is no good reason for the change.  I guess it comes along with being pregnant sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;On another note, hopefully we will be able to find a new place to live within the next two months so I can finally feel like my life is getting back to normal.  This last year has been so hard and so unorganized.  I am such an organized person that to have the comfort and stability of life changed so fast and so drastically changed me a lot.  I love my in-laws but can't wait to have my own place, with my own shower and own bedroom and my kids to have their own bedrooms and life to just get back to semi-normal.  It's just one thing I am looking forward to in 2010!!  Can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3835473848473216211?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3835473848473216211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3835473848473216211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3835473848473216211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3835473848473216211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2010/01/emotions.html' title='emotions'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-7428562403290106140</id><published>2010-01-05T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:14:49.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>It has officially been way too long since i have posted something.  Life got so busy with school, and children and church, ect.  I miss writing so to add another thing to my 2010 To do list I am going to attempt to write on here more often.  The end of 2009 was very hectic and life just seems sometimes to get crazy!  As you all know we are expecting another precious life due the end of May.  We get to find out (hopefully) what we are having on the 12th of this month.  School is out until the 19th, but I am going to be taking all online classes, therefore I will pretty much be connected to my computer for 5 months. &lt;br /&gt;This year, I decided we needed to eat healthier, not so much processed, boxed food, not as much fast food and just healthier food in general.  Today was day #1 after grocery shopping last night.  First off, buying food that is good for you costs more money than food that is contained in a box :)  Second, my kids don't seem very happy about the lack of macaroni and cheese, sugary cereal, pop tarts, and the likes. &lt;br /&gt;This morning it was plain yogurt with raspberries, blueberries and granola.  I also gave them each a half of banana.  The banana was all they ate.  Cameron ate a few bites of the yogurt and said it was rotten and leilani didn't even touch it.  Hopefully they will get use to the lack of sugar in their diet.  Lunch consisted of whole wheat english muffin topped with shredded cheese, ham and pineapple to make little pizzas.  They did eat those without complaint.  Dinner will be chicken, cabbage and rice. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully lazy Amber will not kick back in and the process of cooking good food will not fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-7428562403290106140?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/7428562403290106140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=7428562403290106140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7428562403290106140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7428562403290106140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-8932496582989613128</id><published>2009-09-16T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:57:13.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SrHBqNmnBTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ez6h4jAwlXc/s1600-h/bird_v-flying%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="bird_v-flying" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="bird_v-flying" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SrHBqV3EczI/AAAAAAAAAL4/V-VB_O7Ll2Q/bird_v-flying_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While I was driving home from school the other evening I saw birds flying and I thought what amazing creatures.&amp;#160; If the bird that is leading gets tired or just needs to fall back another bird will come and jump up and take his place.&amp;#160; Could you imagine, if we were tired, or hurting or just needed to take a break and someone jumped in for us.&amp;#160; That would be awesome.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; If we could just be birds, or as cool as birds!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Dear God make me a bird so I can fly far far away!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-8932496582989613128?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/8932496582989613128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=8932496582989613128' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/8932496582989613128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/8932496582989613128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/09/birds.html' title='Birds'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SrHBqV3EczI/AAAAAAAAAL4/V-VB_O7Ll2Q/s72-c/bird_v-flying_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-4152562529528072200</id><published>2009-09-08T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:26:53.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibuprofen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sqav-7nee8I/AAAAAAAAALs/97AbhuNV9E0/s1600-h/ibuprofen_64%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="ibuprofen_64" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="190" alt="ibuprofen_64" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sqav_IxyC4I/AAAAAAAAALw/0OOpU5hSVEM/ibuprofen_64_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While I had a massive migraine yesterday I was attempting to drive down the road when i saw a homeless man sitting on the corner.&amp;#160; I then started thinking to myself, I wonder if homeless people get to get some Tylenol or ibuprofen when they get headaches.&amp;#160; Then it escalated to, “I wonder if people in third world countries have medicine for headaches?”&amp;#160; “Maybe they use herbs!”, “I wonder who thought to take an herb first for a headache?”&amp;#160; Finally my brain started to really hurt, worse than before, and I just thanked Jesus that I did have Ibuprofen when I have headaches.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today, it’s weird to think that some people don’t have what we think is a necessity.&amp;#160; I would probably go crazy if I didn’t have Tylenol when I got a headache. Just to think, what would I do if I grew up not even knowing Tylenol was around?&amp;#160; hhmmm…it’s kind of weird to think about things like that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Until Next Time….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-4152562529528072200?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/4152562529528072200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=4152562529528072200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4152562529528072200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4152562529528072200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/09/ibuprofen.html' title='Ibuprofen'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sqav_IxyC4I/AAAAAAAAALw/0OOpU5hSVEM/s72-c/ibuprofen_64_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-7922867574927382270</id><published>2009-09-06T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:10:49.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SqSV12oq6UI/AAAAAAAAALk/ymniUp0wu9I/s1600-h/save20%5B5%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img title="save20" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="save20" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SqSV2CtGoQI/AAAAAAAAALo/ko0MXdHrzDY/save20_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can’t wait till Leilani is older and she can do this cute little book.&amp;#160; I remember when Suzanne showed me her older one and then she posted something about it on her blog.&amp;#160; This is so cute, and it’s always good for little girls to know how to behave properly.&amp;#160; It just seems like such a cute book.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Until Next Time….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-7922867574927382270?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/7922867574927382270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=7922867574927382270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7922867574927382270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7922867574927382270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-women.html' title='Little Women'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SqSV2CtGoQI/AAAAAAAAALo/ko0MXdHrzDY/s72-c/save20_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-7882495503349888525</id><published>2009-09-06T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:06:03.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past few months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SqRceaLT98I/AAAAAAAAALc/YPCsgCCSTO4/s1600-h/pencils%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="pencils" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="170" alt="pencils" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SqRce7cpf4I/AAAAAAAAALg/8sjvuKhQc80/pencils_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I've been in school for 3 weeks now and It’s amazing.&amp;#160; I love it so much, the interaction with adults, the learning.&amp;#160; I feel like I am finally being useful.&amp;#160; (I know staying at home is being useful but I just started feeling unmotivated and maybe even a little worthless.)&amp;#160; I know it sounds dumb!&amp;#160; Anyways, I’ve gotten A’s on everything I’ve done so far, so I’m feeling pretty good.&amp;#160; Math word problems suck but hey it’s only a section of a chapter.&amp;#160; Psychology is really interesting. I learn a lot of things I don’t really agree with but it’s okay I have to take what is good and leave what is not.&amp;#160; Human services…I love that class, it is so interesting, I am even thinking about majoring in Social Work, but I can’t go to William Jessup with that major so I might have to stay with Psych. if I want to go to that private college.&amp;#160; I have to make an appointment with the advisors there and maybe they will be able to help me, with which direction I should go for what I want to do.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love leading the care team at church, it gets overwhelming sometimes but just knowing I am helping someone makes it all worthwhile.&amp;#160; We just got done collecting backpacks for Foster Kids and my goal was 50 and we have more than that.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Thank you Jesus.&amp;#160; Right now I’m trying to get a harvest carnival for Halloween put together, so I’m praying for enough help so the kids don’t have to get candy from houses they can come and do activities at the church.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve been pretty busy, but I feel good.&amp;#160; I still have my emotional days, but I think it’s just cause I am Amber and that’s how it is.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m going to try to write on this thing at least once a week.&amp;#160; I miss blogging…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Until Next Time!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-7882495503349888525?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/7882495503349888525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=7882495503349888525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7882495503349888525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7882495503349888525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/09/past-few-months.html' title='The past few months'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SqRce7cpf4I/AAAAAAAAALg/8sjvuKhQc80/s72-c/pencils_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-4522473723507159697</id><published>2009-06-24T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:31:35.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. Psychology 1A&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. Math 52&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. Intro to Human Services&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. Counseling 10&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am so excited, they are all subjects I really like so it will hopefully be pretty easy!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-4522473723507159697?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/4522473723507159697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=4522473723507159697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4522473723507159697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4522473723507159697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-classes.html' title='My Classes'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-2595831950747825091</id><published>2009-06-23T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:17:45.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Getting ready to start school</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am starting school in August and I am so excited.&amp;#160; I feel like I am taking this giant step forward and not just sitting where I’m at.&amp;#160; Cameron is also going to start doing pre school, well at home with me, so I am excited about that too.&amp;#160; Our days will be full of fun things to do, and I just love to watch my kids learn it makes me feel good and I know it makes them feel good too.&amp;#160; I will hopefully write more soon, I feel like I have been so busy lately even though I also feel like I’m bored…haha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Until Next time…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-2595831950747825091?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/2595831950747825091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=2595831950747825091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2595831950747825091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2595831950747825091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-ready-to-start-school.html' title='Getting ready to start school'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-1007632917169518209</id><published>2009-05-27T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:30:43.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My Heavenly Father</title><content type='html'>I got the privelage of taking Mom and Dad Christian to the airport on Monday morning at six a.m.  The ride on the way back was quiet and calm, a perfect time to have a conversation with God.   This might sound a little weird but I'm going to say it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;While I was driving I was praying out to God, asking him to give me direction for life, take this situation we are in and make it into something so much better.  This is the revelation I got out of our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Cameron is kicking and screaming because he wants to do things his way we will gently pick him up and take him into a whole nother environment so he will stop and listen to us.  I have been a Christian for two and a half years now, and the entire time I have done things on my time, in my way and wasn't really following God's will for my life. ( I guess you could say)  I was doing all the good Christian things on the outside, I just wasn't really listeing to God and his plans for my life.  In a sense I was pretty much kicking and screaming.  God revealed to me that what he did was pick me up and take me out of the environment i was in because I was not listening to him, he has now taken all my worldy things away from me and has completely got my attention.  I am here in a different situation and ready and willing to listen to my heavenly father who knows what is best for me. &lt;br /&gt;That conversation on the way home from the airport brought so much peace into my life at this hectic moment.  God has something sooo much better for me I just need to be willing to listen and to follow his direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-1007632917169518209?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/1007632917169518209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=1007632917169518209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1007632917169518209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1007632917169518209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-heavenly-father.html' title='My Heavenly Father'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-1277320984879073724</id><published>2009-05-20T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:47:47.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grateful'/><title type='text'>Grateful Day #2</title><content type='html'>My five things I'm grateful for today:&lt;br /&gt;1. My mom said she might be able to add me to her gym membership for $15 and she said she would even pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Once again my kids both took naps like champs and with no hassle&lt;br /&gt;3. I got to sit down and read Mere Christianity for 30 minutes with no interruptions&lt;br /&gt;4. I got to eat ice cream :)&lt;br /&gt;5. I wanted Salmon looked in the freezer and had salmon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-1277320984879073724?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/1277320984879073724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=1277320984879073724' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1277320984879073724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1277320984879073724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/05/grateful-day-2.html' title='Grateful Day #2'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-4876206999742634645</id><published>2009-05-19T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:45:47.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being grateful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Starting something new...</title><content type='html'>I just read a little article on this lady that started a journal and everyday wrote five things that she was grateful for each day.  She said it has changed her outlook and her attitude.  Since i've been completely in the dumps lately I thought I would try it out.  So this will be my journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #1 Five things I'm grateful for today&lt;br /&gt;1. The weather was quite nice out&lt;br /&gt;2. My kids both took naps without a fight&lt;br /&gt;3. I got to make white chocolate chip macodamian nut cookies&lt;br /&gt;4. My kids went to bed wonderfully&lt;br /&gt;5. My oh so very wonderful forgiving husband for still loving me even if I'm a poop head sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I feel better already :) at least a tiny tiny bit )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just finished a book by Max Lucado called Traveling Light.  It was really good.  The entire book was based on Psalm 23 and every chapter was about a verse and what it truly meant.  It was nice to read...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-4876206999742634645?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/4876206999742634645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=4876206999742634645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4876206999742634645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4876206999742634645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/05/starting-something-new.html' title='Starting something new...'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-4844210979412855881</id><published>2009-05-16T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:12:05.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>This thing we call life...</title><content type='html'>Life....How would you describe it?  Wonderful? amazing? full of dissapointment? Crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month or so I feel like my life has been turned upside down, completely turned upside down.  It seems that no matter what, things just keep getting a little more difficult.  I realized, after quite a few days of non stop tears, that no matter how hard I cry and no mater how hard I kick my feet and scream things really are not going to go the way I plan them to. &lt;br /&gt;God has control over my life, I do know that for sure, and I know that he has plans for us.  Maybe he needed to take away all we had, so he can do something completely different with us.  (When I say all we had, that just seems so weird cause its like all material stuff, which really isn't important anyways, even though its nice and convienent to have) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while we were driving to San Fransisco I was thinking about where we were headed (Life wise) and I turned to James and said, "Well honey, we have nothing so we might as well just go into mission work"  He kind of looked at me like I was crazy, but the way I look at it, we really have nothing to lose right now.  No house, no car, we are saving money so it seems like the perfect time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish God would just let me know what he is going to do, what his plans are.  I'm not good at  sitting and waiting, I'm not good at having to depend on other people, I'm not good at not having control over my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will happen in God's time, I know that, I just really need to patience to except it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to write more often, I know its been a while, and I miss writing, things have just been a little crazy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-4844210979412855881?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/4844210979412855881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=4844210979412855881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4844210979412855881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4844210979412855881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-thing-we-call-life.html' title='This thing we call life...'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-4310278752364249306</id><published>2009-05-01T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:33:55.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Its been quite a while...</title><content type='html'>but what can I say it's been quite a life the past few weeks.  I really don't have anything to say, just wanted everyone to know I'm still here and someday hopefully soon I'll have something meaningful to say! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-4310278752364249306?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/4310278752364249306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=4310278752364249306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4310278752364249306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4310278752364249306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-quite-while.html' title='Its been quite a while...'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-4520445741699567005</id><published>2009-04-16T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:34:13.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>For Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"But anyone who does not love does not know God -- for God is love.  God showed how much he loved us by sending his only Son into the world so that we might have eternal life through him.  This is real love.  It is not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins."  (1 John 4:8-10 NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also, Cameron just told me I needed two phones because I like to talk and I have two ears.  It's nice to know that he is starting to know his numbers...it's not really nice to know that he thinks I talk to much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-4520445741699567005?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/4520445741699567005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=4520445741699567005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4520445741699567005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4520445741699567005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-today_16.html' title='For Today...'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-815725485557286081</id><published>2009-04-15T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:44:56.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The need to start before I'm finished...</title><content type='html'>Last night while I was organizing and cleaning my room out, I stumbled across a ton of books, all of them I started reading, almost finished, then put down and started another one.  All 10 of them have bookmarks in them, near the end, but for some reason I never finished them.  I don't really know why I have the need to start something else before I finish the thing I was on first. &lt;br /&gt;My goal, until it is finished, is to finish everything I have started before starting something else.  So, i have 10 books to finish reading, quite a few sewing projects that need to be finished, some scrap booking, writing down of recipes onto cards, and even a cross stitching project I've been working on for a year or so.  Maybe through all of this I will figure out why I think it is necessary to start so many projects and finish so few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, everyday it seems that more and more people are calling me with their problems, at first I was like "oh my how am I going to deal with this, I can't even deal with my own problems".  Yesterday while I was thinking about a specific person and wondering why in the world God put me in this position, I realized that out of all of this I have learned how to pray really well.  I now pray about everything and anything, Thanking God for all he has given me and not really sitting in my own hole and dwelling on my problems.  I feel it has brought me closer to God, because I don't really feel awkward talking to him anymore.    It is, also, kind of nice to not really have the time to sit and sulk.  A part of me, though, is fearful that when things slow down and not so many people need me, I will have to come to terms with what I, myself, need to deal with.  I guess I might even feel a little sad because I won't feel needed anymore...(at least for the time being)  I get satisfaction out of helping people, I think it makes me feel worth something, like someone actually needs me to be here on this earth to make them feel better.  I know that that is not the only reason why I am here, and like many other people I am trying to find my place in this giant messed up world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-815725485557286081?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/815725485557286081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=815725485557286081' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/815725485557286081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/815725485557286081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/04/need-to-start-before-im-finished.html' title='The need to start before I&apos;m finished...'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-5455846529028557107</id><published>2009-04-13T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:58:17.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><title type='text'>Ridiculous....</title><content type='html'>There are so many ridiculous things that go on in this world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span id="ctl00_cphStory_entryTitle"&gt;&lt;div class="blog_title"&gt; Teen Sexting Legalized in Vermont?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;div id="ctl00_cphStory_entryText"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Legislators in Vermont are considering a bill which would legalize "sexting" between teenagers.  For those of you who don't know what sexting is, it is the exchange of explicit videos and photos via cell phone.  See &lt;a title="FOX News" href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,514875,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;FOX News&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Current law in Vermont allows "sexting" participants to be charged with child pornography, but lawmakers are considering a bill which would legalize the &lt;em&gt;consensual&lt;/em&gt; exchange of graphic images between people aged 13 to 18 years old.  Passing along images to others without permission would remain a crime under the child pornography laws.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Supporters of the bill say while they don't condone "sexting" they also don't believe teenagers should be prosecuted as sex offenders under child porn laws for behavior that is consensual.   Would you want your 13-year-old daughter to be able to receive nude images from a guy at school?  While I don't believe such behavior rises to the level of child porn, I also don't believe that legalizing such consensual images is the answer, either.  What do you think?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-5455846529028557107?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/5455846529028557107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=5455846529028557107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5455846529028557107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5455846529028557107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/04/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous....'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-7721189670533601196</id><published>2009-04-13T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:24:08.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The hardest part...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:PiYKcEzpUkkr9M:http://www.freefoto.com/images/05/08/05_08_5---Cross-on-a-Hill_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 90px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:PiYKcEzpUkkr9M:http://www.freefoto.com/images/05/08/05_08_5---Cross-on-a-Hill_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the hardest part about being a Christian is the distance that grows between you and non-Christians.   I know my beliefs and I will stick by them till I die,  so being afraid of, i guess, peer pressure is really not an issue with me.  It's more like you become a Christian and all the non- Christian people in your life just seem so different.  I don't really know how to explain it, it just kind of saddens me.  My family is non-christian and the more and more I grow in my faith the more and more we really have nothing to talk about.  My sister and I really have nothing in common anymore, my mom and I don't really talk unless it's about the kids and even then we disagree on a lot of things like school, and money and how to raise them.  It is really sad.&lt;br /&gt;When I first spoke in tongues I was sooo excited I longed to call my mom and tell her how awesome it was, but I knew she wouldn't understand and would just kind of be like..uhh...so i didn't call her.  Thankfully God has placed me in a place where my in-laws are awesome, so I could call them and be extatic and they would understand and be happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;Good news: My sister Nikki gave her heart to God yesterday at church, I was so happy I cried..that is something i have been praying about for two years.&lt;br /&gt;So, i guess I will just keep praying for the rest of my family, God is big and he is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-7721189670533601196?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/7721189670533601196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=7721189670533601196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7721189670533601196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7721189670533601196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/04/hardest-part.html' title='The hardest part...'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-4183271774438176916</id><published>2009-04-10T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:36:00.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Gianna</title><content type='html'>Read it its an amazing book. Just finished it in one sitting. Ha i havent done that in a very long time.  I have a super busy day tomorrow hopefully i will be able to sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-4183271774438176916?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/4183271774438176916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=4183271774438176916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4183271774438176916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4183271774438176916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/04/gianna.html' title='Gianna'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-9140466760875980858</id><published>2009-04-09T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:20:24.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>I love this song... I need it most days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes to the sound of morning news&lt;br /&gt;And wish for ten more minutes left to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And as I get into the shower the thoughts of&lt;br /&gt; facing one more day&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelm me and I begin to weep&lt;br /&gt;And I've never felt like I've needed Your help,&lt;br /&gt; so bad&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;Well, my tears are pushed away now for the&lt;br /&gt; sake of morning rush&lt;br /&gt;'Til the Bible on the table catches my eye&lt;br /&gt;And I read that you are near to the hearts that&lt;br /&gt; break with grief&lt;br /&gt;And I realize that I don't have to try&lt;br /&gt;To live life myself because You're ready to help me live&lt;br /&gt;Bridge 1:&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I look to you&lt;br /&gt;To be the strength of my life&lt;br /&gt;You're the hope I hold onto&lt;br /&gt;Be the strength of my life&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Be the strength of my life&lt;br /&gt;Strength of my life&lt;br /&gt;Be the strength of my life today&lt;br /&gt;Be the strength of my life&lt;br /&gt;Strength of my life&lt;br /&gt;Be the strength of my life today&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;Each day has its problems, it troubles and its tears&lt;br /&gt;And it seems I'm always anything but strong&lt;br /&gt;When I learn to know my weakness,&lt;br /&gt;I understand your strength&lt;br /&gt;And even when the hard times last so long&lt;br /&gt;I won't try by myself, I'll just ask for Your help&lt;br /&gt;Each day&lt;br /&gt;Bridge 2:&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I look to You&lt;br /&gt;To be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Leslie Phillips&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-9140466760875980858?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/9140466760875980858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=9140466760875980858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/9140466760875980858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/9140466760875980858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/04/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-7746902360148765765</id><published>2009-04-09T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:50:10.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worthy'/><title type='text'>The Worth of a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:d5SkMGHSGzeoQM:http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqyyvgCPfLQ/SayU6f1kIdI/AAAAAAAAC08/y4b9baJ-dl4/s400/woman_praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 124px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:d5SkMGHSGzeoQM:http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqyyvgCPfLQ/SayU6f1kIdI/AAAAAAAAC08/y4b9baJ-dl4/s400/woman_praying.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You are precious and honored in my sight..." Isaiah 43:4a NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the factors that determine a woman's value based upon variable, shifting factors or are they based upon fixed factors?  Fixed, of course right? But if the answer is so obvious why do we struggle so much as women with feeling worthless?  It's because we often allow variable earthly factors define our worth.  There are main reasons why women feel worthless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-They've been abused&lt;br /&gt;-They've been told they are worthless&lt;br /&gt;-Choices they have made&lt;br /&gt;-They've been cheated on&lt;br /&gt;-They are co-dependent&lt;br /&gt;-They've battled an illness&lt;br /&gt;Including many more that we use to define our worth.  Many of us feel worthless. Why? We've felt ignored, invisible, insignificant, useless, undesired, ugly, unloved or forgotten.  Girls are emotional, broken down in many ways.  Great portions of our identity and of our personal value are wrapped into highly combustible packages of emotion..how we feel about this or that.  The honest truth is our worth has nothing to do with how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;That way of thinking is like a spiritual dead end road.  Scripture tells us that anything we do in our own strength or of our own goodness is of no value to God.  "All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags" Isaiah 64"6a&lt;br /&gt;Because of Jesus Christ, I am (you are) a woman of highest worth.  NOT because of anything else.  I am (you are) a grace girl.  Not perfect by a long stretch.  I (you) have been changed by the unconditional love of God and restored to perfect beauty through Jesus' shed blood.  Because of love, we are His daughters and we are precious in His sight.  We need to set aside feelings that diminish our value, and embrace our proper identity: A child of the King of Kings.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of worthlessness are from the Enemy himself.  It makes me sad that the enemy has such a strong grip on God's daughters (myself included).  We need to associate the word worthless with the word lie.  That's what it is a super duper lie.&lt;br /&gt;I bend a knee to negative feelings and live a defeated life because i'm not quite sure how to overcome my sense of worthlessness.  I now know that God wants me (and you) to experince healing and have an appropriate sense of self-worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Bible tells us that because Jesus died on the cross we can be clothed with the "robe of righteousness". Apostle Paul tells us that when we are reconciled to God, we become his righteousness.  "God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God" 2 Corinthians 5:21  There is no possible way we could ever earn such a robe. But Jesus gave his life for us, He earned it for us. He paid the price and we receive the gift. Why?? Because I am (you are) worth it. We are precious and highly valuable in the eyes of the One who sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-7746902360148765765?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/7746902360148765765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=7746902360148765765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7746902360148765765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7746902360148765765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/04/worth-of-woman.html' title='The Worth of a Woman'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-4075238799792620497</id><published>2009-04-07T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:02:19.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas the Train'/><title type='text'>The beginning of A Thomas the Train cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SdwTS5owVPI/AAAAAAAAALE/xzcoEdfdpWI/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SdwTS5owVPI/AAAAAAAAALE/xzcoEdfdpWI/s200/DSC00671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322150075075417330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SdwTTOoL7kI/AAAAAAAAALM/58wXF8W6V5Q/s1600-h/DSC00679a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SdwTTOoL7kI/AAAAAAAAALM/58wXF8W6V5Q/s200/DSC00679a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322150080710176322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beginning of Cameron's Thomas the Train cake.  This is Thomas' face.  It's as good as it's going to get, but better than I thought it was going to be.  I'm excited for the rest of the cake now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-4075238799792620497?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/4075238799792620497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=4075238799792620497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4075238799792620497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4075238799792620497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/04/beginning-of-thomas-train-cake.html' title='The beginning of A Thomas the Train cake'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SdwTS5owVPI/AAAAAAAAALE/xzcoEdfdpWI/s72-c/DSC00671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-7186390502688092802</id><published>2009-04-07T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:56:08.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pistachio'/><title type='text'>Pistachio's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:odjkS0BNG_QfOM:http://farm1.static.flickr.com/214/462922975_00d3ea8bc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:odjkS0BNG_QfOM:http://farm1.static.flickr.com/214/462922975_00d3ea8bc6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:sEwiGmUlKgPccM:http://bp1.blogger.com/_KvsntXE6X_8/Rm1nftucq2I/AAAAAAAAABU/W9gtYft_hnk/s400/icecream%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:sEwiGmUlKgPccM:http://bp1.blogger.com/_KvsntXE6X_8/Rm1nftucq2I/AAAAAAAAABU/W9gtYft_hnk/s400/icecream%2B001.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been craving that pistachio flavor lately.  I bought pistachio ice cream last night, made pistachio pudding today, I don't know what it is but I love that taste right now.  Hopefully none of the pistachio things I am eating have salmonella :)  I'll write something more meaningful later, I just thought I would share that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-7186390502688092802?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/7186390502688092802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=7186390502688092802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7186390502688092802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7186390502688092802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/04/pistachios.html' title='Pistachio&apos;s'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-367195307412517918</id><published>2009-04-06T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:47:32.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>For Today......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;Love like Jesus.  We hear this all the time from our pastors, youth pastors, Sunday school teachers, etc., but what do we mean?  Sometimes it sounds so redundant that we become numb to what it REALLY means.  "Loving like Jesus", can also seem impossible sometimes that we don't even try.  My plea is for you to not become numb, because love is a command from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;I am in the process of learning what love truly means.  For the last couple of weeks, God has had me read 1 John over and over again.  I am still a long way from grasping this concept that we talk about on a daily basis.  However, I am beginning to understand that love is not a token of lust for your significant other.  Love is not what you have for a well cooked, medium rare steak.  It is not even your favorite T.V. show.  Love is a choice and love is action.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;1 Corinthians 13 gives a good definition of what love is in action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;Love is patient, love is kind &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;is not jealous; love does not brag &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;is not arrogant,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong &lt;em&gt;suffered, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;This love seems hard to grasp.  I mean there are a lot people who I am not very patient with.  I am a jealous person.  I like to brag from time to time.  I sometimes hold a grudge.  I have to admit... I am a sinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;However, when I turn to 1 John I see where it’s not me that does the loving but Christ through me.  I, in myself, can not love like I am commanded.  Through Christ, however, I can "love like Jesus".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;1 John 4 7-12 reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God; and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The one who does not love does not know God, for God is love.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;By this the love of God was manifested in us, that God has sent His only begotten Son into the world so that we might live through Him.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son &lt;em&gt;to be &lt;/em&gt;the propitiation for our sins.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No one has seen God at any time; if we love one another, God abides in us, and His love is perfected in us.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;By this we know that we abide in Him and He in us, because He has given us of His Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span class="highlight"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;John is instructing us to love one another just like God loved us.  We were apart from and showed him hatred by our sins.  However, he still showed us love by giving up his life so that we could have life.  Therefore, we love him, because he FIRST loved us (v. 19).  This is our example to others.  They may not love us, but we must love them FIRST.  We can do this because verse 9 says God sent his only son to die so that WE MIGHT LIVE THROUGH HIM.  It is no longer us doing the loving, but Christ in us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" class="highlight"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;So now you can love like Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-367195307412517918?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/367195307412517918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=367195307412517918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/367195307412517918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/367195307412517918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-today.html' title='For Today......'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-2808172929839164697</id><published>2009-04-04T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:09:26.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hebrew'/><title type='text'>Hebrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://huppahs.com/pics/Hebrew_letter_guide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 258px;" src="http://huppahs.com/pics/Hebrew_letter_guide.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was watching this show on the history channel about the bible and the Hebrew language and then I decided to learn Hebrew.  I found this neat website called http://www.word2word.com/coursead.html, which gives you an entire list of languages that you can learn for free on the internet.  I thought it was pretty interesting.  So I am starting on my Hebrew quest, doesn't seem to hard yet, at least not to memorize what the symbols mean and how they sound.  Then I can read it, but memorizing what the words I'm reading mean might be a little tougher.  One day though I will be fluent in Hebrew!! :)  ( I don't know how long it will take, I took spanish for three years and really don't know very much :)  But it's an adventure, and it gives me something  a little productive to do in my free time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  We went hiking today I will put pictures up soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-2808172929839164697?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/2808172929839164697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=2808172929839164697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2808172929839164697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2808172929839164697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/04/hebrew.html' title='Hebrew'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-4760154584918996669</id><published>2009-04-02T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:45:49.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers'/><title type='text'>its nice that they do this</title><content type='html'>The largest gathering of prison inmates and their children takes place this weekend at a facility once known for its violence, murder, and mayhem.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The event, known as "Returning Hearts," allows inmates at the Louisiana State Penitentiary in Angola to spend a day with their children. Inmates and their kids enjoy games, food, relationship building, and Bible teaching. Lyndon Azcuna is director of Awana Lifeline, which sponsors the Returning Hearts celebration. He says the event can make a huge difference in the lives of at-risk kids. "Everybody knows that these children are mostly inner-city children. The characteristic of inner-city children is hopelessness," he notes, "and what we want to do is...equip parents and churches to build a legacy of hope in Christ." Eight-hundred children, 250 dads, and 800 volunteers are expected to take part in the weekend event at Angola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-4760154584918996669?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/4760154584918996669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=4760154584918996669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4760154584918996669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4760154584918996669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-nice-that-they-do-this.html' title='its nice that they do this'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-1848769652258720376</id><published>2009-03-31T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:01:40.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>Quite Interesting what studies come up with..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;LONDON (Reuters) – People who suffer chronic sleep problems are more likely to think about suicide or actually try to kill themselves, researchers said on Wednesday.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; The more types of &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238544946_0"&gt;sleep disturbances&lt;/span&gt; a person had -- such as waking up too early, difficulty falling asleep or lying awake at night -- upped the odds of &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238544946_1"&gt;suicidal thoughts&lt;/span&gt;, planning a suicide, or attempting it, researchers told a conference.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; "People with two or more sleep symptoms were 2.6 times more likely to report a &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238544946_2"&gt;suicide attempt&lt;/span&gt; than those without any insomnia complaints," Marcin Wojnar, a researcher at the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238544946_3"&gt;University of Michigan&lt;/span&gt; in Ann Arbor and the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238544946_4"&gt;Medical University of Poland&lt;/span&gt;, who led the study, said in a statement.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; "This has implications for public health as the presence of sleep problems should alert doctors to assess such patients for a heightened risk of suicide even if they don't have a psychiatric condition."&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; According to the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238544946_5"&gt;World Health Organization&lt;/span&gt;, some 877,000 people worldwide kill themselves each year. For every suicide death, anywhere from 10 to 40 attempts are made, the U.N. agency estimates.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; Scientists have linked sleep disturbances to increased suicidal risk in people with &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238544946_6"&gt;psychiatric disorders&lt;/span&gt; and in adolescents but it is unclear whether the association also exists in the general population, the researchers said.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; In the study presented at the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238544946_7"&gt;World Psychiatric Association International Congress&lt;/span&gt; in Florence, Italy, Wojnar and colleagues looked at the relationship between sleep problems and suicidal behaviours among 5,692 U.S. men and women.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; About a third of the volunteers reported at least one type of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238544946_8"&gt;sleep disturbance&lt;/span&gt; over the preceding year, which included either difficulty falling asleep, trouble staying asleep or waking at least two hours earlier than desired.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; After adjusting for factors such as &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238544946_9"&gt;substance abuse&lt;/span&gt; and depression as well as for the influence of age, gender, marital and financial status, the researchers found the most consistent suicide link with waking up early.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; People who reported that problem were twice as likely to have had &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238544946_10"&gt;suicidal thoughts&lt;/span&gt; or planned a suicide and were nearly three times more likely to have tried to kill themselves.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; The researchers do not know exactly why but said &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238544946_11"&gt;lack of sleep&lt;/span&gt; may affect &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238544946_12"&gt;cognitive function&lt;/span&gt; and lead to poorer judgment and increased hopelessness. A malfunction involving the brain chemical serotonin may also play a role, Wojnar added.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; "Our findings also raise the possibility that addressing sleep problems could reduce the risk of suicidal behaviours," Wojnar said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-1848769652258720376?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/1848769652258720376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=1848769652258720376' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1848769652258720376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1848769652258720376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/quite-interesting-what-studies-come-up.html' title='Quite Interesting what studies come up with..'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3024310681894442837</id><published>2009-03-31T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:59:09.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sales tax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caffeine'/><title type='text'>Three Days...</title><content type='html'>Today is day number three without caffeine.  Whoo hoo for me!!  My horrible caffeine headaches are finally gone and I kind of feel a little bit better. Now if I could just sleep a little better, without such vivid dreams, then I won't feel like I need caffeine.   I have also been running every other day which clears my mind and makes me feel good about myself.  Eating healthy, running, and no more caffeine...oh my who ever knew I would end up like this :)  ( I even turned down In N Out the other night...which is one of my fav.fast food places.  I was proud of my will power, which I normally have none of.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic, sales tax increases tomorrow, and pretty soon personal income tax and some car fee in increasing too.  I know we have a state deficit, but I don't know how well this will work out.  People already don't have the money to spend, so this will probably make them spend even less.  Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to read...everyone have a wonderful night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3024310681894442837?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3024310681894442837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3024310681894442837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3024310681894442837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3024310681894442837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/three-days.html' title='Three Days...'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-5506196037474224032</id><published>2009-03-27T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:27:23.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Love to read</title><content type='html'>I found this really neat website called swaptree.com.  If you love to read, but hate the expensive cost of books and how your bookshelves get over packed, you should check it out...(haha kind of sounded like an advertisement for them). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's a website where you can put in the books you have and the books you want and you can trade people.  There are some books that are keepers but the other ones i've read and won't really read again or just weren't that interesting to me I've put on there and I have 60,000 items I can choose from to trade.  I'm excited.  They also do movies, cd's and video games.  Now I can read all the books I've wanted too with only paying a few bucks for shipping and handling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should check it out if interested!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-5506196037474224032?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/5506196037474224032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=5506196037474224032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5506196037474224032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5506196037474224032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-to-read.html' title='Love to read'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3649297667471178349</id><published>2009-03-27T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:50:16.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugality'/><title type='text'>My frugal tips for the day...</title><content type='html'>1. Save the bags your cereal comes in because you can use it as freezer wrap or for coating meats and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;2. You can use 1/4 oatmeal 3/4 hamburger meat and cook it up.  It doesn't make the taste any different and you save on meat...(They say it works but, I'm not so sure...I guess I will have to try it.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy vegetables when they are on sale ( peppers, onions ect.) Dice and freeze so you will have when the prices go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3649297667471178349?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3649297667471178349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3649297667471178349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3649297667471178349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3649297667471178349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-frugal-tips-for-day.html' title='My frugal tips for the day...'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-8737330983351261493</id><published>2009-03-26T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:17:55.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><title type='text'>If I died tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>would I really be happy with what I have done with this life God has given me??  I'm really not the adventurous type what-so-ever, but I have been having the urge to get out, go smell some flowers, breath in fresh air, swim in a lake in the middle of mountains.  My life is so planned out( which is not a bad thing, I like it that way), but I really need one day to just run and jump and breath in air and just sit there in that spot for as long as it is needed to clear my brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is prob. dangerous, but I want to go up really high on some mountain where no one ever goes and just lay down and be with just me and the earth.  ( haha that kind of sounded goofy). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I am happy with my life, I think I just need some adventure sometimes...or I at least need to leave my house other than Sunday's and random nights I run to the store or have a meeting to attend.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-8737330983351261493?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/8737330983351261493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=8737330983351261493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/8737330983351261493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/8737330983351261493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-died-tomorrow.html' title='If I died tomorrow...'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-4964889827318035765</id><published>2009-03-23T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:09:49.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hugs'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I want the world to stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:UpuCxVpcDHGHcM:http://www.downstrike.com/JesusLaughing/JesusHuggingGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 129px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:UpuCxVpcDHGHcM:http://www.downstrike.com/JesusLaughing/JesusHuggingGirl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously sometimes I wish I could just stop the world for 10 min get everyone I really care about into the same room and just have a giant group hug for 10 min.  I've been missing people lately and wanting to be near the ones I care about all the time.  My anxiety has been pretty bad and I always think like the worst is going to happen so maybe that's why I'm feeling this way.  I think it would feel super nice, to have everyone you care about in the same room and just feel super loved by everyone for 10 whole minutes.  So if anyone ( well people that I know) needs a hug just come on by, cause I need some too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-4964889827318035765?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/4964889827318035765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=4964889827318035765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4964889827318035765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4964889827318035765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-want-world-to-stop.html' title='Sometimes I want the world to stop'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-4732797165354971035</id><published>2009-03-17T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:16:47.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jury duty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green eggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patricks day'/><title type='text'>Green eggs and toast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ep7mWAhEQ9DWUM:http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/2922685147_bffc22dc7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ep7mWAhEQ9DWUM:http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/2922685147_bffc22dc7d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is St. Patricks day.  This morning I made my kids green scrambled eggs and toast with green butter thinking that it would be something cute for them.  Well my kids probably thought I went crazy or something, Cameron told me that my eggs were rotten eggs and Leilani refused to out them anywhere near her mouth.  (My kids absolutely love eggs too)  Maybe another year they will like them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also had jury duty.  I was there from 8 a.m to about 12:30 p.m.  I didn't even get to sit in a juror chair or answer any questions.  They filled all 12 juror seats and the two alternates before I even got called on to give my information.  It was a VERY boring 3 hours and I hope that I never have to go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, my foot is swollen and bruised and hurting pretty bad.  I'm pretty sure I didn't break it because I prob. wouldn't be able to walk on it, but whatever I did do to it, it hurts.  Hopefully a lot of Ibuprofen and ice will make it feel better soon.  I hate limping when I walk.  Plus that means I can't wear any cute shoes until my foot goes back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-4732797165354971035?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/4732797165354971035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=4732797165354971035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4732797165354971035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4732797165354971035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-eggs-and-toast.html' title='Green eggs and toast'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-8003602712681938683</id><published>2009-03-13T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:59:19.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>A Day at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrhXmlRlTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_WashLrm2QE/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrhXmlRlTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_WashLrm2QE/s200/DSC00518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312806506047051058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrhXjG1NOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/I-mEx-Pc28k/s1600-h/DSC00510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrhXjG1NOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/I-mEx-Pc28k/s200/DSC00510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312806505114055906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrhXSGp2zI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yk-3v7cXGIw/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrhXSGp2zI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yk-3v7cXGIw/s200/DSC00509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312806500549909298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrhXDM220I/AAAAAAAAAKE/tssB6r7TDVM/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrhXDM220I/AAAAAAAAAKE/tssB6r7TDVM/s200/DSC00416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312806496549395266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrhWsF5OqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lrd708lXiOs/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrhWsF5OqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lrd708lXiOs/s200/DSC00414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312806490346175138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrfWSGQ1rI/AAAAAAAAAJk/O2FsI20pS9Q/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrfWSGQ1rI/AAAAAAAAAJk/O2FsI20pS9Q/s200/DSC00405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312804284345145010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrfXb-FaCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SUg-jNtUaOk/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrfXb-FaCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SUg-jNtUaOk/s200/DSC00409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312804304175065122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrfXKKqMRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xuNP_BQM1jY/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrfXKKqMRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xuNP_BQM1jY/s200/DSC00406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312804299395969298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrfWRFXiAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Woo1cnlfFgI/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrfWRFXiAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Woo1cnlfFgI/s200/DSC00394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312804284072953858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrfWNTTQII/AAAAAAAAAJU/vkwvJ8KbGXc/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrfWNTTQII/AAAAAAAAAJU/vkwvJ8KbGXc/s200/DSC00392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312804283057651842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of when we went to the park.  It was a super nice day and the kids were very happy to get out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then there is one of a pretty flower and the clouds with pretty colors...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-8003602712681938683?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/8003602712681938683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=8003602712681938683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/8003602712681938683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/8003602712681938683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-at-park.html' title='A Day at the Park'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbrhXmlRlTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_WashLrm2QE/s72-c/DSC00518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-1386115788590440816</id><published>2009-03-13T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:30:25.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeless'/><title type='text'>Tent City</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="cbstv_attribution" style="padding-right: 4px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is something that, we as people who have,need to help with.  These people have nothing.  We at least have a roof over our head at night and a heater or fireplace to keep us warm.  They are sleeping in tents sometimes not knowing where they are going to get food next while we go and stuff our faces at (your choice of a restaurant).   This hurts my heart, all these people have nothing and we are all greedy with what we have.  (Man I sure do have a lot of things to say today)  &lt;div id="ctl00_ctl00_ContentModulesPlaceHolder_ContentModule_53577_divRealtedCol" class="cbstv_related_col" style="clear: right;"&gt;                                                &lt;dl class="cbstv_article_images cbstv_img_border"&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" class="cbstvs_slideshow" id="img_0"&gt;                 &lt;dt&gt;                   &lt;img id="ctl00_ctl00_ContentModulesPlaceHolder_ContentModule_53577_rptRelatedImages_ctl01_imgThumbnail" title="Click to zoom." class="cbstv_cursor_pointer popup_clicker" myindex="0" src="http://llnw.image.cbslocal.com/22/2009/02/24/175x131/thumb_1235439751205_0p6384658771570022.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; height: 131px; width: 175px;" /&gt; &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ContentModulesPlaceHolder_ContentModule_53577_rptRelatedImages_ctl01_txtEnlargeImage" class="cbstv_click_enlarge popup_clicker" myindex="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_ctl00_ContentModulesPlaceHolder_ContentModule_53577_divEnlargeImage" class="jqmWindow jqmID2" style="width: 350px; margin-left: -175px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div class="cbstv_enlarge_image"&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_ctl00_ContentModulesPlaceHolder_ContentModule_53577_divEmail" class="cbstv_enlarge_image_content"&gt;                     &lt;table class="cbstv_enlarge_image" style="width: 320px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                 &lt;div id="divEnlargeImageIcon"&gt;                                                                  &lt;/div&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td class="cbstv_enlarge_image_descrip"&gt;                                                                  &lt;span id="captionEnlargeImage"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;p class="cbstv_attribution"&gt;                                     &lt;span id="sourceEnlargeImage"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                 &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                          &lt;div class="cbstv_slider_paging"&gt;                                           &lt;span style="float: left;" id="txtSlider"&gt;numSlides of totalIma&lt;/span&gt;                                           &lt;/div&gt;                                      &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;              &lt;input name="ctl00$ctl00$ContentModulesPlaceHolder$ContentModule_53577$hdnImageInfo" id="ctl00_ctl00_ContentModulesPlaceHolder_ContentModule_53577_hdnImageInfo" value="[{&amp;quot;ImageSource&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;CBS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;ImageUrl&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;http://llnw.image.cbslocal.com/22/2009/02/24/320x240/thumb_1235439751205_0p6384658771570022.jpg&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;ImageCaption&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;The \&amp;quot;tent city\&amp;quot; near the American River is growing.&amp;quot;}]" type="hidden"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Sacramento's homeless rate is rising fast. With more foreclosures, jobs lost and full shelters, all you have to do is walk downtown or cruise the American River and you'll meet people who are homeless for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea of tents along the American River is hard to miss, and their number is growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anywhere from 20 to 50 people a week is showing up out here that just became homeless," said Steve Kruse, a homeless man. "There are shelters, but they're filling up so fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the men and women in the tents lost their jobs and then their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Booker was laid off after working four and a half years for a Sacramento property management company, but managed to snag an open spot in a shelter. The tent he was setting up near the river was for his friend, but he is concerned he will end up there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacramento Mayor Kevin Johnson knows the crisis is growing. As foreclosure and unemployment rates skyrocket, the homeless rate is now on the same track. From 2007 to 2008, Sacramento County's "new homeless" rate rose a whopping 15 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last count showed the number of homeless with no shelter at all up 26 percent. That's 1,200 people living on the street or in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Johnson says the new homeless plan he's working on may include a regulated tent city. "I can't say tent cities are the answer to the homeless population in Sacramento, but I think it's one of the many things that should be considered and looked at," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kruse says the public should consider who could be next to face that situation. "Prepare! Don't turn your back on us today, because tomorrow, you'll be living next to us," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm seeing families out here," Kruse added. "A lady walking down here yesterday with two babies and a stroller, and she asked did anybody know where she could stay."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-1386115788590440816?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/1386115788590440816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=1386115788590440816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1386115788590440816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1386115788590440816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/tent-city.html' title='Tent City'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-4627397723287256086</id><published>2009-03-13T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:18:06.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>When the Game is Over, It all goes back in the Box.</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading that book by John Ortberg.  It was one of those books I couldn't put down.  It is actually quite sobering, you look around at all the things that matter to you like clothes, TV's, Nifty technological items like washers and dryers, dishwashers and you think, wow I spent so much time trying to get the money to buy all this stuff and in the end it doesn't even matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God and People matter.  That is what we are supposed to be spending our time, effort, love on.  People will last, in a sense.  One of our purposes on this earth I believe is to get everyone into heaven.  How can we possibly do that if we are busy in front of the computer or watching TV, or even making tons of money trying to buy the newest of things?  Don't get me wrong, I love clothes, and the internet, it's one of my flaws ( quite a big one), but reading this book gave me a different perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only have today left am I going to spend tons of time getting "pretty"?  Am I going to dust and clean all of my "temporary" possessions?  (Now I'm not saying live in a disgusting house, because that's taking it overboard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only had today left, I would spend all of my time with people, with my precious children and the lovely people in my life.  I wouldn't sit in front of the TV or the computer, I'd get out enjoy the precious gifts God has given us.  The smell of newly opened rose buds, the gorgeous white and pink blossoms on the trees, the pretty sound of birds chirping and the awesome gift of human life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense I only have today to do things.  I can't wait for "life to get better", "James to make more money", "My kids to get a little bit older" because I might not have tomorrow to do the things I should have done today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also learning to be thankful for the tiny things and even the things that seem like such a burden.  Everyday is another gift from God, we should always remember to thank him for giving us another day, even another breath of life.   When you wake up in the morning say "God Thank you for another beautiful day to do your will on this earth."  It makes your whole day go quite differently than if you roll out of bed grumpy because you didn't get enough sleep because maybe you were up late taking care of your "temporary" possessions or working super hard to buy some more. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if your sick take joy in the fact that you are still alive.  Your hearts still beating and your still breathing.  If we take gratitude in EVERYTHING, just imagine how much more joy you will have.  God has given us everything we can see, and even things we can't.  We need to be thankful everyday, because in an instant in can be taken away.  Without warning or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one more thing to say, When you die do you want to be remembered by that person that made tons of money and had a giant house with lots of useless possessions, or do you want to be remembered by that Amazing person who gave so much of their life and drastically changed other peoples lives?  I don't know about you ( and I even love my "temporary" clothes) I would rather be known as the person that had little and gave a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-4627397723287256086?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/4627397723287256086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=4627397723287256086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4627397723287256086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4627397723287256086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-game-is-over-it-all-goes-back-in.html' title='When the Game is Over, It all goes back in the Box.'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-5965114790946379649</id><published>2009-03-13T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:53:02.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>I love this song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SqvVcvCZOVs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SqvVcvCZOVs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song on the radio last night and I absolutely love it.  It's encouraging.  One of my new favorite songs.  Just thought I would share it with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-5965114790946379649?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/5965114790946379649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=5965114790946379649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5965114790946379649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5965114790946379649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-this-song.html' title='I love this song...'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-504053149884469135</id><published>2009-03-11T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:37:44.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>More pictures of the kinds</title><content type='html'>This one is especially for you Auntie Barb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbfzjWguyrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/foYfMvC0LSA/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbfzjWguyrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/foYfMvC0LSA/s200/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311982074170624690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was being Camera Shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbfzi5_ZCHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4kj5ahW7H9M/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbfzi5_ZCHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4kj5ahW7H9M/s200/DSC00109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311982066514593906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a cute little boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbf1m4GGULI/AAAAAAAAAJE/L6E-rw6IAsY/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbf1m4GGULI/AAAAAAAAAJE/L6E-rw6IAsY/s200/DSC00350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311984333748588722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She gets her craziness from her Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbfzjhKtrXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/IcBVC8cSfhc/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbfzjhKtrXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/IcBVC8cSfhc/s200/DSC00213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311982077031066994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She wanted the string around her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbf1m-BjZVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0DXmwlPGaX0/s1600-h/leilani1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbf1m-BjZVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0DXmwlPGaX0/s200/leilani1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311984335340135762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is by far one of my favorite pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbfzimXAVeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/icFSMWB7-9w/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbfzimXAVeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/icFSMWB7-9w/s200/DSC00043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311982061244929506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just riding in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbfzjDcYjAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HdjvVVQKfSs/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbfzjDcYjAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HdjvVVQKfSs/s200/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311982069052115970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another cute one outside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-504053149884469135?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/504053149884469135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=504053149884469135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/504053149884469135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/504053149884469135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-pictures-of-kinds.html' title='More pictures of the kinds'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SbfzjWguyrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/foYfMvC0LSA/s72-c/DSC00127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3774536439869974031</id><published>2009-03-11T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:15:51.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>New Books</title><content type='html'>As you already know I have problems with sleep so yesterday Tamson and I went to the goodwill and I bought tons of books to read while I can't sleep.  Most of them I already read, I just love them and would re-read them over and over.  Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;I got;&lt;br /&gt;Moby Dick-By Herman Melvin&lt;br /&gt;A million little pieces-By James Frey (Which James told me that the guy made up the entire story and pretended it really happened to him)&lt;br /&gt;Anthony and Cleopatra - By Shakespeare (Whom I absolutely love)&lt;br /&gt;Fahrenheit 451 - By Ray Bradbury&lt;br /&gt;Othello - Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;Twelfth Night - Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;Gianna - Jessica Shaver&lt;br /&gt;Joshua - Joseph Girzone&lt;br /&gt;Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;and Prayer is Invading the Impossible - By Jack Hayford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to read all of these...I sooo love books!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3774536439869974031?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3774536439869974031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3774536439869974031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3774536439869974031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3774536439869974031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-books.html' title='New Books'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-7319525662674831987</id><published>2009-03-10T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:05:58.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Name Days'/><title type='text'>Name Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:xsyMGm1ngAOmsM:http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8LTtaYA8d8/SQiTlJ5pUpI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ncv5cAPjJU0/S660/Justin%2BB-Day%2Bcake%2B10-08%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 104px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:xsyMGm1ngAOmsM:http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8LTtaYA8d8/SQiTlJ5pUpI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ncv5cAPjJU0/S660/Justin%2BB-Day%2Bcake%2B10-08%2B006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A &lt;b&gt;name day&lt;/b&gt; is a tradition in many countries in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Europe" title="Europe"&gt;Europe&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin_America" title="Latin America"&gt;Latin America&lt;/a&gt; of celebrating on a particular day of the year associated with the one's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Given_name" title="Given name"&gt;given name&lt;/a&gt;. The custom originated with the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_Catholic_Church" title="Roman Catholic Church"&gt;Catholic&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eastern_Orthodox_Church" title="Eastern Orthodox Church"&gt;Orthodox&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calendar_of_saints" title="Calendar of saints"&gt;calendar of saints&lt;/a&gt;, where believers, named after a particular &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint" title="Saint"&gt;saint&lt;/a&gt;, would celebrate that saint's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feast_day" title="Feast day" class="mw-redirect"&gt;feast day&lt;/a&gt;. In many countries, however, there is no longer any explicit connection to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christianity" title="Christianity"&gt;Christianity&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-rus_0-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;Each first name is assigned to one day of the calendar, based on religious traditions, historical events, birthday of a famous person who had the same first name, or on other facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-rus_0-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are normally celebrated with just immediate families and Name Days are widely known and celebrated by everyone.  That's kind of nice if you don't want everyone knowing your age :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A list of Name days for you guys;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber - Feb 28th&lt;br /&gt;James - July 25th&lt;br /&gt;Cameron - July 18th&lt;br /&gt;Leilani - Aug 11th&lt;br /&gt;Michele - Sep. 29th&lt;br /&gt;Robert - June 7th&lt;br /&gt;Katherine - Nov. 25th&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne - Aug 11th&lt;br /&gt;Barbara - Dec. 4th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mynameday.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found that quite interesting.. Now I know something new for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Name_day#cite_note-rus-0" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-rus_0-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Name_day#cite_note-rus-0" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-gr_1-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Name_day#cite_note-gr-1" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Name_day#cite_note-gr-1" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-7319525662674831987?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/7319525662674831987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=7319525662674831987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7319525662674831987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7319525662674831987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/name-days.html' title='Name Days'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-2969924116051431987</id><published>2009-03-09T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:10:12.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I just need a hug....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:LUFYcV9EA_0oiM:http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIoQ5FtrfWY/SVkTTw_TlgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GzYQxgCT-gc/s400/my%2Bchild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 124px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:LUFYcV9EA_0oiM:http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIoQ5FtrfWY/SVkTTw_TlgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GzYQxgCT-gc/s400/my%2Bchild.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I had a mom&lt;br /&gt;who would hold me when I cry,&lt;br /&gt;who would gently rub my hair&lt;br /&gt;when on her lap I lie.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a dad&lt;br /&gt;who would hug me really close,&lt;br /&gt;tell me everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;when I really need it most.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a mom&lt;br /&gt;who I could curl up to,&lt;br /&gt;a mom who would always tell me&lt;br /&gt;"Amber, I really do love you."&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a dad&lt;br /&gt;who I could always go to,&lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't have a mean thing to say&lt;br /&gt;just "I believe in you."&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm supposed to go to my husband&lt;br /&gt;when I need comfort and support,&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes I still want two parents&lt;br /&gt;to go to when I hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they are the reason&lt;br /&gt;there's this void in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to get rid of it&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard not to care&lt;br /&gt;and pretend that I'm alright,&lt;br /&gt;but what I would do for two parents&lt;br /&gt;who would hug me close and tight.&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/7096214039902610612-2969924116051431987?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/2969924116051431987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=2969924116051431987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2969924116051431987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2969924116051431987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-just-need-hug.html' title='Sometimes I just need a hug....'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3538420150969202241</id><published>2009-03-02T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:11:22.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>A Little Visit to Chico</title><content type='html'>So on Friday I had to go up to Chico so I could take Nikki to Butte College to take a test while Chrissy watched the kids.  I took quite a few pictures while I was up there, and I thought I would share some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxVfrQp_jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CCfRLZY8OJI/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxVfrQp_jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CCfRLZY8OJI/s200/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308712063439863346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nikki and I driving to the college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxVgMMfuoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zVusMdrg-SA/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxVgMMfuoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zVusMdrg-SA/s200/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308712072280783490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was pretty much just a pile of stuff, but I liked how the picture turned out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxVgURLqrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_aLeEmu88DA/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxVgURLqrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_aLeEmu88DA/s200/DSC00054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308712074447923890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this pole they had in the middle of campus, the guy there was just extra cause he was already standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxVguPE7cI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4pYAo3RsIdo/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxVguPE7cI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4pYAo3RsIdo/s200/DSC00057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308712081418415554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another abstract statue ( I love abstract art)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxVhCFcHqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rsgtChYNv_E/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxVhCFcHqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rsgtChYNv_E/s200/DSC00060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308712086746701474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy was praying I thought that to be interesting so I took a picture of him.  It's not often I see someone praying out loud in the middle of a non christian college campus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxZLbxHWgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ehUBdapVaAE/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxZLbxHWgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ehUBdapVaAE/s200/DSC00113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308716113730165250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxZLM3uK9I/AAAAAAAAAII/qGcoyIoYE-U/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxZLM3uK9I/AAAAAAAAAII/qGcoyIoYE-U/s200/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308716109731343314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leilani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxZK5iZKMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nEB4qvHipoI/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxZK5iZKMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nEB4qvHipoI/s200/DSC00078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308716104541612226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some small pretty blue flowers growing in the grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good day, kids were good for the trip up there, they were good for Chrissy and Nikki said she think she did good on her test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3538420150969202241?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3538420150969202241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3538420150969202241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3538420150969202241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3538420150969202241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-visit-to-chico.html' title='A Little Visit to Chico'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SaxVfrQp_jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CCfRLZY8OJI/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3094263062857614361</id><published>2009-02-26T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:22:33.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera'/><title type='text'>Camera</title><content type='html'>I have one thing to say for now then I'm off to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new camera today, I am so excited...I can't wait to take pictures of things to show you all how good it works...yyaahhh for me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3094263062857614361?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3094263062857614361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3094263062857614361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3094263062857614361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3094263062857614361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/camera.html' title='Camera'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-9141626165276999068</id><published>2009-02-18T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:33:35.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A book'/><title type='text'>The Faith</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading a book called The Faith by Charles Colson and Harold Fickett.  I got this book for Christmas and it was really good.  I just finished reading it because I have this bad habit of reading like 5 books at a time so it takes me a while to get through one.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I wanted to share the last two paragraphs with you because I thought that they were good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Christianity is, decidedly, an other-directed religion, as the Danish philosopher Soren Kierkengaard often wrote.  By the very character of what we believe in our orthodox faith, we don't want to force beliefs down a person's throat; rather, we're perfectly willing to lay our lives down for others as Chinese Christians did amid the cultural revolution's madness, as Christ did for us.&lt;br /&gt;Christianity does not seek to impose, it proposes.  The Gospel is the great proposal; Come to the wedding feast, one and all-black, white, rich, poor, East, West, Muslim, Jew, Christian-all are welcome and it's never too late.  God turns no man or woman away, not one.  Through His son, Jesus Christ, the Father brings us into His kingdom.  This is the promise He holds out to individuals and nations alike, a kingdom not of eating or drinking or of marching armies and clashing swords, but a Kingdom of righteousness, peace and joy forever in the Holy Spirit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like to read, well even if you don't, I suggest this book, it was really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-9141626165276999068?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/9141626165276999068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=9141626165276999068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/9141626165276999068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/9141626165276999068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/faith.html' title='The Faith'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-7659953036219198879</id><published>2009-02-18T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:57:22.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mucinex'/><title type='text'>Mucinex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:FfO63j_DhDkV1M:http://www.painstresscenter.com/images/GIFs/Mucinex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 163px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:FfO63j_DhDkV1M:http://www.painstresscenter.com/images/GIFs/Mucinex.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much I took Mucinex this morning because I was all congested and it was nasty.  Well anyways, it worked which I like, but it also made me feel like I was on drugs.  Which really isn't a good thing.  Like if I take tylenol PM it makes me wired instead of tired, I guess that is what this stuff does to me too.  At least my house is clean, and cameron probably learned a lot of words today because I have been talking and talking and talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I drank 4 pots of coffee.  Anyways, I will never take that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-7659953036219198879?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/7659953036219198879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=7659953036219198879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7659953036219198879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7659953036219198879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/mucinex.html' title='Mucinex'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-1818752059787899428</id><published>2009-02-17T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:13:55.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starburst'/><title type='text'>Starburst</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boingboing.net/200902171404-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.boingboing.net/200902171404-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at random things on the internet because...well just because.  I came upon this cool little starburst.  I remember having these things on a stick when I was little and you could blow on them and watch them spin.  I don't think you could do that with this one, but it would be pretty to put it on a gift or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-1818752059787899428?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/1818752059787899428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=1818752059787899428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1818752059787899428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1818752059787899428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/starburst.html' title='Starburst'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-7812909757578236093</id><published>2009-02-16T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:12:32.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Mouse</title><content type='html'>So pretty much my computer has been down for two days because my mouse has been broken.  For some reason my computer decided no longer to recognize it.  It's been half nice half annoying.  I did realize that I prob. spend too much time on here when my kids are sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, obviously I did go buy a mouse today.  Funny story though, I go to the mall to look for an over the shoulder bag (which I couldn't find), so I run into radio shack and buy a mouse.  On my way out I see Krisma, Chrissy and Jenni and we go into Rue 21 and then get pizza.  Then we go into Ross so I could get a laundry hamper james wanted.  While I was looking around I realized I no longer had my mouse bag.  So we go everywhere we just were and look for it.  It is no where to be found. (Kind of makes me dissapointed in the human race). &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had to go back to radio shack, buy another mouse, and pretty much the guy ringing me up for the second time thinks my little error is quite hillarious, so he pretty much tells the entire store, he talked so loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a funny experience, thankfully I do things like this all the time so James just pretty much laughed about it.  I love my husband for understanding that sometimes im ditzy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-7812909757578236093?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/7812909757578236093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=7812909757578236093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7812909757578236093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7812909757578236093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/computer-mouse.html' title='Computer Mouse'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-6637173093216893948</id><published>2009-02-12T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:00:44.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar fight'/><title type='text'>A pile of Sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:8qwmUJcfsdXzJM:http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/785/323345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 126px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:8qwmUJcfsdXzJM:http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/785/323345.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today my kids decided to have a sugar adventure and dumped an entire bag in the kitchen floor.  Then they decided they would play with it, in their hair, in their diapers, it looked like they had snow all over them.  After the initial frustration of figuring out how I was going to get small granules of sugar out from all over my house, we laughed and then we threw it in the air and let it rain down on our heads.  It actually made me pretty happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have to figure out how to clean it up.  Thankfully I'm young and patient &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-6637173093216893948?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/6637173093216893948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=6637173093216893948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/6637173093216893948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/6637173093216893948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/pile-of-sugar.html' title='A pile of Sugar'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3847094416096886484</id><published>2009-02-11T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:33:13.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Can't Sleep...thought I would write...But I don't really have anything to say...&lt;br /&gt;Oh my husband got his haircut..he looks cute :)&lt;br /&gt;The kids were a little wild today, but we made it through...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can't sleep...I hate it...&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till Friday..It will be fun!!&lt;br /&gt;Sat. is Valentines day...I don't think we are doing anything...it's okay though&lt;br /&gt;I should prob. try to lay down and sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3847094416096886484?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3847094416096886484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3847094416096886484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3847094416096886484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3847094416096886484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3885326928018005702</id><published>2009-02-11T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:32:35.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san francisco'/><title type='text'>San Fransisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:yYNQIf8lRvYhcM:http://travel.nationalgeographic.com/places/images/photos/photo_lg_sanfrancisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 140px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:yYNQIf8lRvYhcM:http://travel.nationalgeographic.com/places/images/photos/photo_lg_sanfrancisco.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Much my favorite place to get away.  All the diverse people walking around, all the little shops to go to, I love it.  My sisters mom and I are going on the 28th and I couldn't be more excited.  I have not been there since December of 07' That is way too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to take the ferry from vallejo to san fran so we don't have to drive across the bridge.  Then we are going to go to some thrift stores..It's going to be fun!!  I never really get to hang out with my sisters and mom all at the same time so it will be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just wanted to say I was super excited...and hopefully the anxiety attacks will be non existent on that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3885326928018005702?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3885326928018005702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3885326928018005702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3885326928018005702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3885326928018005702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/san-fransisco.html' title='San Fransisco'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-9161776065737115215</id><published>2009-02-10T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:02:52.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>reminiscing</title><content type='html'>This is a ton of pictures from 03' to 07'.  I was just looking at them on my computer.  Thought I would share.  Don't mind me back in the day, I looked funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJayyePQBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/d16EOrcxWOA/s1600-h/th_SuzanneandCameron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJayyePQBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/d16EOrcxWOA/s200/th_SuzanneandCameron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301399539957055506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suzanne and Cameron is 06'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJay06RNFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3CdzSKkkEwo/s1600-h/th_ShastaandIlookingay8-12-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJay06RNFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3CdzSKkkEwo/s200/th_ShastaandIlookingay8-12-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301399540611494994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me is High School 04'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJas_ZEAmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9lYMhWcBkYw/s1600-h/th_MegandI10thgrade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJas_ZEAmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9lYMhWcBkYw/s200/th_MegandI10thgrade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301399440345793122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me In High School 03'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJasl0nJ0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/B-zwWcde_8U/s1600-h/th_Mebeingwaycool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJasl0nJ0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/B-zwWcde_8U/s200/th_Mebeingwaycool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301399433482020674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me a Really long time ago...I think 03'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJaskFNYgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Mhj3UqNyeWc/s1600-h/th_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJaskFNYgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Mhj3UqNyeWc/s200/th_Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301399433014764034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;High School 04'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJashNmfuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SZ9F-bwHFbo/s1600-h/th_KatherineandAmber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJashNmfuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SZ9F-bwHFbo/s200/th_KatherineandAmber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301399432244657890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katherine and I cutting down a tree 06'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJasW9h12I/AAAAAAAAAGY/_j5QIZb5JKQ/s1600-h/th_Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJasW9h12I/AAAAAAAAAGY/_j5QIZb5JKQ/s200/th_Image032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301399429492889442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me 05'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJakvpkvdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6vO_UJKmC9c/s1600-h/th_front026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJakvpkvdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6vO_UJKmC9c/s200/th_front026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301399298681126354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James and I first time going to beach together 06'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJakQTbKDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xXNUSARMw3w/s1600-h/th_amberrobmichele3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJakQTbKDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xXNUSARMw3w/s200/th_amberrobmichele3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301399290266724402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My super cool new family &lt;3    06'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJakQF90jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rN9kjT4U_tw/s1600-h/th_AmberJamesandCameron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJakQF90jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rN9kjT4U_tw/s200/th_AmberJamesandCameron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301399290210275890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James Cameron and I 06'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJakSK_k4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/hebtsXIZ19w/s1600-h/th_amberandjames7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJakSK_k4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/hebtsXIZ19w/s200/th_amberandjames7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301399290768233346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James and I 06' ( He forced me to walk in the wilderness to cut down a tree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJakcuxAuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MzgSbkO_J9g/s1600-h/th_AmberandJames2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJakcuxAuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MzgSbkO_J9g/s200/th_AmberandJames2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301399293602628322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look funny with my rubber boots 06'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJaH-_YVfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0EG6A0iyJk0/s1600-h/th_amber2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJaH-_YVfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0EG6A0iyJk0/s200/th_amber2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301398804582913522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny again 06'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJaHnKTSmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XuXzPzM9GZo/s1600-h/cameron+1st+daycare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJaHnKTSmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XuXzPzM9GZo/s200/cameron+1st+daycare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301398798186269282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cameron's first day of daycare 06' (Thankfully he didn't have to go long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJaHoRBCjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cfXeLemLJbE/s1600-h/leilani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJaHoRBCjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cfXeLemLJbE/s200/leilani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301398798482868786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Tiny Leilani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-9161776065737115215?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/9161776065737115215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=9161776065737115215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/9161776065737115215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/9161776065737115215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/reminiscing.html' title='reminiscing'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZJayyePQBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/d16EOrcxWOA/s72-c/th_SuzanneandCameron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-8498472880294938021</id><published>2009-02-10T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:37:25.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='care team'/><title type='text'>Care Team Meeting</title><content type='html'>Well my care team meeting went pretty well tonight, besides the anxiety attacks.  We are going to start giving a care basket to a family once a month with stuff in it to cook a meal with dessert.  It's exciting, I love helping people. &lt;br /&gt;Too bad I still have anxiety and it sucks.  Someday they will pass...hopefully,.  I was actually going to call someone and tell them I couldn't make the meeting tonight and if they could run it.  Too bad I had the agenda's and no one else could really run it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I went though, it turned out good.  Hopefully Leilani will sleep tonight, my super wonderful in laws let us borrow their humidifier, hopefully it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-8498472880294938021?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/8498472880294938021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=8498472880294938021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/8498472880294938021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/8498472880294938021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/care-team-meeting.html' title='Care Team Meeting'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3084423545758985732</id><published>2009-02-10T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:42:38.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you believe it</title><content type='html'>Two acts of child molestation in today's' paper.  Sometimes I really can not believe this world, and it just seems to be getting worse and worse.  So sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3084423545758985732?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3084423545758985732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3084423545758985732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3084423545758985732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3084423545758985732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-you-believe-it.html' title='can you believe it'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-873270962681728268</id><published>2009-02-10T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:37:11.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>A night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:zRo7Bi_IHkzGmM:http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c5/Roasted_coffee_beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:zRo7Bi_IHkzGmM:http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c5/Roasted_coffee_beans.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:nrX3dUFc_F_VwM:http://media.skyandtelescope.com/images/FullMoonSeronik_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 114px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:nrX3dUFc_F_VwM:http://media.skyandtelescope.com/images/FullMoonSeronik_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Night of absolutely no sleep calls for a gigantic pot of coffee the next morning.  Poor little leilani was up all night in our bed coughing.  When she finally did fall asleep she took so much of the bed it was pointless to even try, cause I knew she would be waking up in the next 10 minutes again from coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a meeting to prepare for tonight, hopefully I will even make it through my day.  So tired :)&lt;br /&gt;My house is dirty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-873270962681728268?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/873270962681728268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=873270962681728268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/873270962681728268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/873270962681728268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/night.html' title='A night.'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-6316456104345357011</id><published>2009-02-09T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:53:22.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I just don't understand</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why when bad things happen it's always all in the same week or day or really close in time.  It's like something is purposely trying to push you right over a cliff.  I'm pretty much just venting.  Ahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is seriously only Monday and today was bad enough and now it just got topped off with a rotten cherry. Whatever, i'm going to bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-6316456104345357011?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/6316456104345357011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=6316456104345357011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/6316456104345357011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/6316456104345357011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-dont-understand.html' title='I just don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-2871509887577542321</id><published>2009-02-09T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:23:17.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZCQALQ2QcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ANCGKWPgjyI/s1600-h/new+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZCQALQ2QcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ANCGKWPgjyI/s200/new+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300895094112928194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZCP_4_UzcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/45DrvWcYRow/s1600-h/new+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZCP_4_UzcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/45DrvWcYRow/s200/new+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300895089207594434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZCP_1mLLaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Kngg8GERJGY/s1600-h/new+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZCP_1mLLaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Kngg8GERJGY/s200/new+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300895088296799650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZCP_h45rcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QNfOBaU8SxU/s1600-h/new+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZCP_h45rcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QNfOBaU8SxU/s200/new+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300895083006635458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having this urge to get out of my house, go far away with a tent, a gas stove, some food, and my family and camp.  I just want to get away from the noise, and constant neediness of this world.  I don't really know if that sounds selfish or not, but that's what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go to Mendocino and go camping.  It would be so much fun and I would have time to breath and be Amber for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till summer, it will be so much fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-2871509887577542321?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/2871509887577542321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=2871509887577542321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2871509887577542321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2871509887577542321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SZCQALQ2QcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ANCGKWPgjyI/s72-c/new+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3073739461184679359</id><published>2009-02-06T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:21:39.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><title type='text'>Anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:hLqsgBULD_kzyM:http://www.fusionview.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/anxiety_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 116px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:hLqsgBULD_kzyM:http://www.fusionview.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/anxiety_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anxiety is like the worst possible thing.  As for my luck, I get it pretty much everytime I step outside.  Sometimes it's so bad I just don't leave, other times I just feel anxious the entire time I'm gone.  I really don't know why it has gotten so bad.  I hate it...ahhh sometimes I just think it would be better to never leave my house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3073739461184679359?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3073739461184679359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3073739461184679359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3073739461184679359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3073739461184679359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/anxiety.html' title='Anxiety'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-1280388539686910922</id><published>2009-02-04T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:30:38.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic eraser'/><title type='text'>Magic Erasers</title><content type='html'>Magic Erasers are seriously the best things ever invented.  I was doing my dishes today, and I got water on the window sill so I went to wipe it off and there was this nasty black sticky stuff.  Like airborne grease landed there or something.  Anyways, I got out my handy dandy magic eraser and just wiped it along there and wahlah it cleaned right up.  So i decided to do the entire kitchen.  I cleaned my counters, walls, stove, window sills, appliances, I even cleaned my floor.  It felt really good when I was done, too bad, tomorrow is another day and it will once again be dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I had no idea grease could get in so many places.  It's kind of nasty, it's like its airborne then just lands wherever.  Can you believe we eat that.  That is so gross...kind of makes me want to just eat vegetables raw and thats it....well and other things that don't need to be cooked, like ice cream.  Okay i'm tired...off to bed...hopefully another full night of sleep without kids, or odd moments of waking up for no reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-1280388539686910922?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/1280388539686910922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=1280388539686910922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1280388539686910922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1280388539686910922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/magic-erasers.html' title='Magic Erasers'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3839289356912071194</id><published>2009-02-04T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:59:16.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Ones'/><title type='text'>I Miss my little little ones...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnXKxJ-0hI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bfvCwGkH11c/s1600-h/todayyyy175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnXKxJ-0hI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bfvCwGkH11c/s200/todayyyy175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299003016571965970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnXKxpqNGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K0fFZIXmVVM/s1600-h/DSC01585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnXKxpqNGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K0fFZIXmVVM/s200/DSC01585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299003016704832610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnXKu1ZNmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ggoiZMGO_50/s1600-h/lani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnXKu1ZNmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ggoiZMGO_50/s200/lani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299003015948744290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnW4orPA1I/AAAAAAAAADo/UG4Bif9cgMM/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnW4orPA1I/AAAAAAAAADo/UG4Bif9cgMM/s200/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299002705057874770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnW4qy3QVI/AAAAAAAAADg/4px1aYsBZlM/s1600-h/07+hjhn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnW4qy3QVI/AAAAAAAAADg/4px1aYsBZlM/s200/07+hjhn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299002705626743122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnW4ql-ClI/AAAAAAAAADY/a3BBIWcx1JI/s1600-h/cameron+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnW4ql-ClI/AAAAAAAAADY/a3BBIWcx1JI/s200/cameron+07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299002705572661842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnW4di1_DI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gDJwc-jQfLs/s1600-h/cameron+and+i+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnW4di1_DI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gDJwc-jQfLs/s200/cameron+and+i+07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299002702069890098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3839289356912071194?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3839289356912071194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3839289356912071194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3839289356912071194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3839289356912071194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-my-little-little-ones.html' title='I Miss my little little ones...'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnXKxJ-0hI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bfvCwGkH11c/s72-c/todayyyy175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-8525629454304170990</id><published>2009-02-04T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:53:06.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A full night of sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnVUSAPxAI/AAAAAAAAADI/PEaGga5gVo0/s1600-h/new+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnVUSAPxAI/AAAAAAAAADI/PEaGga5gVo0/s200/new+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299000980985070594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My kids finally slept through the entire night.  I can't believe it.  I finally got an entire night of sleep in my bed, with no other kids.  It felt good to wake up this morning.  No crying kids, no foot in my back, or head, it was wonderful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-8525629454304170990?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/8525629454304170990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=8525629454304170990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/8525629454304170990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/8525629454304170990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/full-night-of-sleep.html' title='A full night of sleep'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYnVUSAPxAI/AAAAAAAAADI/PEaGga5gVo0/s72-c/new+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-552153868869280820</id><published>2009-02-03T15:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:31:04.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Hair Selling???</title><content type='html'>I was just browsing the internet killing time and I came upon this website &lt;a href="http://www.thehairtrader.com"&gt;www.thehairtrader.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how legit it is, but I was looking and it's like a site where people sell their hair.  It says that some sells for like thousands of dollars.  I think that is so crazy.  People selling hair, wouldn't it be nicer to just donate it....This world....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-552153868869280820?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/552153868869280820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=552153868869280820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/552153868869280820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/552153868869280820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/hair-selling.html' title='Hair Selling???'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3344851943422038514</id><published>2009-02-02T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:45:08.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I made a new blog, it pretty much is only the poems I write, mostly for my own, go back a view later pleasure, but you can all look at it too...&lt;a href="http://ambersownwords.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ambersownwords.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3344851943422038514?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3344851943422038514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3344851943422038514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3344851943422038514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3344851943422038514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-7845652825533301416</id><published>2009-02-02T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:29:34.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cakes'/><title type='text'>One of my favorite things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYc6U8f2UII/AAAAAAAAAC4/u7LVwRaI7IA/s1600-h/jason%27s+birthday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYc6U8f2UII/AAAAAAAAAC4/u7LVwRaI7IA/s200/jason%27s+birthday+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298267618136182914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on sat. it was my nephew's first birthday party.  I was supposed to make a Winnie the pooh cake but Michaels was out of pans, so instead I ended up making a soccer ball because his dad is like super soccer player.  Anyways this is what it turned out like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be my third cake I have made and decorated.  My first one was Cameron's car cake which unfortunately I don't have a picture of and then there was Leilani's princess cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYc6skUk17I/AAAAAAAAADA/48wAVZoKKgY/s1600-h/DCFC0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYc6skUk17I/AAAAAAAAADA/48wAVZoKKgY/s200/DCFC0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298268023963310002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year for Cameron's birthday I want to make him a firetruck cake and maybe for Leilani's birthday I'll make her a princess castle cake.  Cake making is probably one of the things I enjoy most, Oh and just baking in general.  It's one of those things that make my heart happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-7845652825533301416?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/7845652825533301416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=7845652825533301416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7845652825533301416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/7845652825533301416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='One of my favorite things.'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SYc6U8f2UII/AAAAAAAAAC4/u7LVwRaI7IA/s72-c/jason%27s+birthday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-1196084904544121222</id><published>2009-01-30T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:02:29.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream and no sleep'/><title type='text'>No sleep and a bowl of ice cream</title><content type='html'>A giant bowl of ice cream at 2:00 a.m is prob. one of the best things ever.  Once again I couldn't sleep, so I tossed and turned, thought too much when I closed my eyes, and tossed and turned some more.  So I decided to get up this time, I ate a giant bowl of ice cream, took a really hot shower, and put my ipod in.  I finally fell asleep at like 4:00 a.m. only to be woken up at 6:00 a.m. by a loud, very energetic two year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's off to bake some apple cranberry spice muffins and get some coffee.  Oh ya and last night for dinner we had cranberry pork chops which were quite amazing.  I'm slowly getting better at this cooking thing :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-1196084904544121222?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/1196084904544121222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=1196084904544121222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1196084904544121222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1196084904544121222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-sleep-and-bowl-of-ice-cream.html' title='No sleep and a bowl of ice cream'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-794601465101295236</id><published>2009-01-27T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:04:29.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter rain'/><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:q961OM5XIHXxxM:http://www.jennermuseum.com/images/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 107px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:q961OM5XIHXxxM:http://www.jennermuseum.com/images/rain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I anxiously wait for the time of rain, hot chocolate, scarves, and jackets.  Winter is my favorite season.  I love the way the rain sounds when it hits the ground, the way the air smells, and winter clothes are just cuter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say though that this winter has been horrible.  Two weeks of rain at the most.  What kind of winter is that.  I want rain, and lightning (It is so pretty).  I bought an umbrella this year and I don't think I've even used it.  I'm disappointed in this winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-794601465101295236?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/794601465101295236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=794601465101295236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/794601465101295236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/794601465101295236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-5752000374088744963</id><published>2009-01-26T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:31:30.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>Coffee in the morning is one of the greatest things.  Sometimes I have this problem where I just lay in bed and can't sleep.  Tossing and turning, pretty much all night.  What a pain. &lt;br /&gt;Last night was one of those nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-5752000374088744963?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/5752000374088744963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=5752000374088744963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5752000374088744963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5752000374088744963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/01/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-1563585040789256603</id><published>2009-01-24T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:23:30.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hutch'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Hutch</title><content type='html'>I have been looking for a hutch for my kitchen for a really long time.  Used ones are normally not nice anymore or too expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom dragged me to the thrift store, because she had to get something and can you believe it, there was the perfect hutch..  It was still in super condition, I fell in love..  I'm not at all a materialistic person, but this was something that I had to have.  So I bought it, It is sooo pretty.  I would take a picture and show you but my camera broke the other day ( I don't know how it just stopped working, I changed the batteries but it was still dead). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am super excited, also, forgiveness was part of my day and I feel like I can now move on, and be okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-1563585040789256603?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/1563585040789256603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=1563585040789256603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1563585040789256603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1563585040789256603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-hutch.html' title='Beautiful Hutch'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-4724563532416064469</id><published>2009-01-22T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:04:43.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things</title><content type='html'>Today I made a Coconut Cream pie for dessert for after dinner.  It turned out really good.  I've always wanted to make meringue but I've never had the chance to until tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing, we have been trying new things for dinner, to get our kids to try different foods instead of the same things all the time..  Anyways, tonight we were going to have stuffed shells with artichokes.  It sounded good, while I was making it it stopped looking good, and it no longer smelt good either.  I decided that who ever came up with this recipe probably had no taste buds :)  The filling was like cottage cheese, carrots and spinach, and the sauce for the top was mushrooms, artichoke hearts, and diced tomatoes.  It really did sound good...didn't taste too well so we pretty much threw away a whole dinner..  I felt pretty bad, I hate throwing food away but no one would eat it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright thats all for the night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-4724563532416064469?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/4724563532416064469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=4724563532416064469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4724563532416064469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/4724563532416064469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-things.html' title='Two Things'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3734326411768027230</id><published>2009-01-19T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:49:49.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>Joined a new yahoo group today</title><content type='html'>Today I joined &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/InspirationalHomemaking" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1232426773_1"&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/InspirationalHomemaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a group where people talk about homemaking and their ideas and their schedules and such.  It is really interesting.  You get a lot of e-mail from them, but it's really neat to see how other people do things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne, I thought if you when I started reading some of their posts.  So you should at least check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3734326411768027230?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3734326411768027230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3734326411768027230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3734326411768027230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3734326411768027230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/01/joined-new-yahoo-group-today.html' title='Joined a new yahoo group today'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-5439604267858534287</id><published>2009-01-17T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:09:21.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few things...</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about how God put us on this earth to pretty much get everyone into heaven.  To let people know that he is the one and only way.  So It's been put on my heart to do just that.  I know I'll have to get over being shy, but if it's for God it's worth it.  I haven't really figured out how I am going to do this, but I want EVERYONE to have what God has given me.  It's a gift and everyone should at least know that it is out there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I decided to do a random act of kindness everyday to someone for the rest of the year.  It will be fun, and just to know I made someone's smile makes my heart happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-5439604267858534287?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/5439604267858534287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=5439604267858534287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5439604267858534287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5439604267858534287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-few-things.html' title='Just a few things...'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3856629860417795762</id><published>2009-01-16T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:58:23.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>What a day...</title><content type='html'>So my day consisted of baking 12 dozen cookies, chasing a cat ( that is not mine) all around my apartment till I could finally catch it and put it back outside, and a huge incident involving a full container of baby oil, books, a bookshelf and my head...(Not a very pretty combination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally just got cameron down for a nap, shoved something to eat down really fast while leilani was being a little terrorist, and now I think I need to go to bed...Only one more hour till James gets home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my what a day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3856629860417795762?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3856629860417795762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3856629860417795762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3856629860417795762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3856629860417795762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-day.html' title='What a day...'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-5992989467624514539</id><published>2009-01-06T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:23:52.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian preschool'/><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:tGJp2kOYNBqrOM:http://www.swissvalleydiscount.com/imagelib/productimages/000/000/016/16520_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 81px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:tGJp2kOYNBqrOM:http://www.swissvalleydiscount.com/imagelib/productimages/000/000/016/16520_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking up Christian Pre School Curriculum, because I've been trying to get Cameron to do productive things and I am really running out of ideas.  Anyways I was looking through the different one's and I came across this one; Veggie Tales Preschool Curriculum.  He loves veggie tales, and it's christian based, so it seems good to me...Now I just have to come up with $200 to get it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-5992989467624514539?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/5992989467624514539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=5992989467624514539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5992989467624514539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5992989467624514539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2009/01/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-1692190067923353011</id><published>2008-12-31T09:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:26:52.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Love Comes Softly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/ce/Love_comes_softly.jpg/200px-Love_comes_softly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 286px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/ce/Love_comes_softly.jpg/200px-Love_comes_softly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I started watching this series called Love Come Softly.  It is actually a Christian Drama tv movie set in the 1800's, and it's based on a series of books written by Janette Oke.  There are 8 books, 6 series already made, one set to air in 2009, and the other well I don't really know, but they better hurry up so I can watch it. &lt;br /&gt;My mom's friend actually had them, then thought that they would be something that I would enjoy watching, she was right!  I actually stayed up till 2 last night watching them, because I couldn't just stop after one.  It is such a cute series. &lt;br /&gt;I need to get number 6 though cause I only have up to five.  I also thought I might end up getting the books too, cause the shows are different then the books and they might be interesting to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-1692190067923353011?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/1692190067923353011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=1692190067923353011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1692190067923353011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/1692190067923353011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-comes-softly.html' title='Love Comes Softly'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-5081975100442422539</id><published>2008-12-29T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:47:48.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:zoKkmz7KzzKa4M:http://tallskinnykiwi.typepad.com/tallskinnykiwi/0310276039-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 119px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:zoKkmz7KzzKa4M:http://tallskinnykiwi.typepad.com/tallskinnykiwi/0310276039-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading this book, which I think is super interesting.  I just wanted to share something I read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If we live in an exclusively material world, human life-including mine and yours- is absolutely meaningless.  No matter how intense our passions, how great our accomplishments, or what side of history we choose, all of this will turn to dust in a universe doomed to extinction.  Nothing apart from God counts, as Solomon so eloquently wrote four thousand years ago in Ecclesiastes- words that ring true today.&lt;br /&gt;But if there is a personal Creator, if God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;, then His creation can reflect His character; it can reveal God's purposes for us.  Our lives instantly gain meaning.  The world becomes a means of knowing God as well as our dwelling place.  We can truly be the reasoning, imaginative, creative persons we believe ourselves to be.&lt;br /&gt;How we understand ourselves and the world around us determines the kind of life we make.  The early Christians showed us this is they swabbed the foreheads of plague victims; so have the Amish.  Whether we believe that God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; affects not only our families and our culture, but world history."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-5081975100442422539?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/5081975100442422539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=5081975100442422539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5081975100442422539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5081975100442422539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2008/12/faith.html' title='The Faith'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-2503396857189746355</id><published>2008-12-22T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:50:58.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin bread'/><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SVCJr5IFOkI/AAAAAAAAACg/cMyTP8a33-Q/s1600-h/newness+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SVCJr5IFOkI/AAAAAAAAACg/cMyTP8a33-Q/s200/newness+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282873750067690050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really bored tonight..and decided to paint my toes.  I always do light pink but James picked out the color tonight.  It kind of reminds me of a mermaid...I guess it will have to get getting use to...It is a pretty color though &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and I made pumpkin bread sat. night.  It turned out okay, not nearly as good as my mother in laws but pretty good.  The kids and James loved it, so that is really all that matters...&lt;br /&gt;I will have to try a different recipe next time just to see, if there is a big difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-2503396857189746355?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/2503396857189746355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=2503396857189746355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2503396857189746355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2503396857189746355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2008/12/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SVCJr5IFOkI/AAAAAAAAACg/cMyTP8a33-Q/s72-c/newness+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-3897153433664496820</id><published>2008-12-19T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:04:57.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wanted to Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:aegVZlnhdzpTVM:http://www.w5pie.net/images/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 104px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:aegVZlnhdzpTVM:http://www.w5pie.net/images/hope.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been helping people out a lot lately and I've actually been getting a little down from all the need and that I can only do so much.  I also started feeling like my little part, my lack of sleep, my constant giving, ect was not really worth it, you know like it was not really making a difference.  I was just losing hope I guess, or motivation I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I was praying tonight and reading cause I can't sleep and God reminded me of Galatians 6:9.  "Let us not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we shall reap if we do not grow weary"&lt;br /&gt;I really needed this so much, it gave me my hope back, my motivation I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I really just wanted to share that with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-3897153433664496820?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/3897153433664496820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=3897153433664496820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3897153433664496820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/3897153433664496820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-wanted-to-share.html' title='Just Wanted to Share'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-8124732988361111563</id><published>2008-12-16T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:17:47.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Kids</title><content type='html'>My kids were playing in their room, and it got too quiet for my comfort so I went to check on them and this is what I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUf87L5BW6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/UfxIZpxbi84/s1600-h/newness+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUf87L5BW6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/UfxIZpxbi84/s200/newness+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280467181849631650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUf-YLcHCFI/AAAAAAAAACY/xjmjTiyPBGg/s1600-h/newness+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUf-YLcHCFI/AAAAAAAAACY/xjmjTiyPBGg/s200/newness+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280468779456202834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is After they noticed I saw them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUf86LQIBHI/AAAAAAAAABg/sgKgR2HHGDA/s1600-h/newness+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUf86LQIBHI/AAAAAAAAABg/sgKgR2HHGDA/s200/newness+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280467164498232434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another picture.  I just left the dishwasher unlocked, went into another room for a second and came back to find this.  What a crazy girl.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUf-XnqJEYI/AAAAAAAAACI/Z1o4m5IXObE/s1600-h/newness+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUf-XnqJEYI/AAAAAAAAACI/Z1o4m5IXObE/s200/newness+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280468769851380098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture makes me laugh..."Uh oh...I got caught..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUf-X_k3m4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/MX-0y4qciZY/s1600-h/newness+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUf-X_k3m4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/MX-0y4qciZY/s200/newness+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280468776271715202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-8124732988361111563?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/8124732988361111563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=8124732988361111563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/8124732988361111563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/8124732988361111563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2008/12/beautiful-kids.html' title='Beautiful Kids'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUf87L5BW6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/UfxIZpxbi84/s72-c/newness+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-6134931933126113307</id><published>2008-12-15T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:48:03.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Allergies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:YTgDfybz0UCU9M:http://www.global-b2b-network.com/direct/dbimage/50339276/Christmas_Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 169px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:YTgDfybz0UCU9M:http://www.global-b2b-network.com/direct/dbimage/50339276/Christmas_Tree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up this morning and I couldn't breath.  I was like what is wrong with me.  Then all day my eyes were watering and I was sneezing.  I was like " What has changed?"  Then I looked over and there was my Christmas tree, and Pine needles all over my floor. &lt;br /&gt;I hope that they are just allergies and tomorrow I feel better.  I don't want to be allergic to my tree.  We had one last year, but I think it was a different kind of pine or something.  I don't know if you can be allergic to one kind of tree and not another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll just have to suck it up until Christmas is over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-6134931933126113307?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/6134931933126113307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=6134931933126113307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/6134931933126113307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/6134931933126113307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2008/12/allergies.html' title='Allergies'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-971952239004853968</id><published>2008-12-11T12:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:57:22.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm cloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>How big God is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh9NioK4r-E/ST9WuYlurtI/AAAAAAAABj0/GuZ0xk6ZnKA/s1600/_MG_9275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 607px; height: 419px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh9NioK4r-E/ST9WuYlurtI/AAAAAAAABj0/GuZ0xk6ZnKA/s1600/_MG_9275.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me how big and powerful God is and that compared to this giant, intricate, storm my life's problems are easy for him :)  It is also very pretty &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-971952239004853968?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/971952239004853968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=971952239004853968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/971952239004853968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/971952239004853968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-big-god-is.html' title='How big God is'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh9NioK4r-E/ST9WuYlurtI/AAAAAAAABj0/GuZ0xk6ZnKA/s72-c/_MG_9275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-2101443981480849779</id><published>2008-12-10T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:22:09.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all natural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.google.com/images?q=tbn:cGnaOzHMhCMJ::www.fantom-xp.com/wallpapers/42/Sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 139px;" src="http://www.google.com/images?q=tbn:cGnaOzHMhCMJ::www.fantom-xp.com/wallpapers/42/Sunflower.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to make pretty much everything I use from home, so I know all the ingredients are natural and such.  I was looking online for recipes for all natural products and I realized there are soooo many.  I've decided to start with shampoo, conditioner, hairspray, deodorant, laundry soap, and dish washing soap.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited.  There are so many other things you can make from home too, even make up.  It will save us money, give me something to do, and be better for us.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some recipes I thought were pretty interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Natural Hairspray&lt;br /&gt;Boil 2 cups water and 1 lemon chopped into 1/2 inch pieces until it is reduced by half.  Cool and strain into a spray bottle.  Add 1 tbsp rubbing alcohol.  Stores for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deodorant&lt;br /&gt;Melt 2 tbsp beeswax with 2 tbsp coconut oil.  Stir until well blended.  Remove from heat and add 1 tsp each of thyme, lavender, and rosemary essential oils.  Pour into suitable mould ( empty deodorant stick container is ideal) leave until set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope the deodorant works.  If not I guess I will just have to try another recipe.&lt;br /&gt;Fact for you:  Did you know that store bought deodorant has aluminum in it, which is not good for you and some people think that over time it gets into your pores and can cause alzeimers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how true this is, but just in case I'll try my homemade kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-2101443981480849779?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/2101443981480849779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=2101443981480849779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2101443981480849779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2101443981480849779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-natural.html' title='all natural'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-6233834486259081621</id><published>2008-12-10T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:13:42.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me just tell you about today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://grahamfurlong.typepad.com/work_hard_be_nice/images/coffee_morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 121px;" src="http://grahamfurlong.typepad.com/work_hard_be_nice/images/coffee_morning.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:iTL0YaLo8pssIM:http://campusentrepreneurship.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/buzz10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 119px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:iTL0YaLo8pssIM:http://campusentrepreneurship.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/buzz10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping good lately..insomnia or something i guess, anyways, I drink coffee EVERY morning...like 3 cups to be exact.  This morning I get out of bed and go to make coffee, and we are out of it.  OH NOOOO...out of coffee what am I supposed to do.  So i search my house for any source of caffeine.  I open a drawer and find a buzz bite ( something James brought home from somewhere), anyways it says it is equivalent to one cup of coffee and it's supposed to be like a chocolate chew thing.  So I open it, and start to chew...hhmmm not to bad tastes like chocolate ( for the first 2 sec.)  Then it starts to taste like nasty old stuff.   Worst thing...didn't even work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't really know why I wrote that, I just wanted you to all feel my pain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUBaOVPzBkI/AAAAAAAAABI/aHqoWT4_m68/s1600-h/random+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUBaOVPzBkI/AAAAAAAAABI/aHqoWT4_m68/s200/random+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278317965546292802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUBaOkG6_QI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4S01_R4hxSU/s1600-h/random+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUBaOkG6_QI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4S01_R4hxSU/s200/random+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278317969535597826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is what made me smile today...(Even though I wish I had a better camera.  It takes me FOREVER to focus on something)&lt;br /&gt;I love hearts...they have sooo much meaning..well at least in my opinion!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&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/7096214039902610612-6233834486259081621?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/6233834486259081621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=6233834486259081621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/6233834486259081621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/6233834486259081621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-me-just-tell-you-about-today.html' title='Let me just tell you about today...'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/SUBaOVPzBkI/AAAAAAAAABI/aHqoWT4_m68/s72-c/random+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-2579785732070940286</id><published>2008-12-09T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:21:53.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Wonderful'/><title type='text'>Just for Now!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:f8fuG9H2aBwpNM:http://www.freefoto.com/images/05/08/05_08_10---Cross-at-Sunset_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 95px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:f8fuG9H2aBwpNM:http://www.freefoto.com/images/05/08/05_08_10---Cross-at-Sunset_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:RSOzqrJTLypq4M:http://i.pbase.com/o4/23/566523/1/55486419.PerceptionsGodsShiningLight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 95px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:RSOzqrJTLypq4M:http://i.pbase.com/o4/23/566523/1/55486419.PerceptionsGodsShiningLight.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;We are all meant to shine, as Children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." - Marianne Williamson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-2579785732070940286?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/2579785732070940286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=2579785732070940286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2579785732070940286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2579785732070940286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-for-now.html' title='Just for Now!!'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-2322466269456758199</id><published>2008-12-09T07:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:51:58.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>This time of year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:vhg1OMmKbK4vBM:http://www.power-of-giving.com/images/power-of-giving-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 96px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:vhg1OMmKbK4vBM:http://www.power-of-giving.com/images/power-of-giving-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:lCKEnPPT_pUc-M:http://api.ning.com/files/Sqwrjb5qdp-L-S9NzRLowghzb5LuYG3DwOeM-D4rfm*IgovWTzOh*tTv9YObLY*WW1nxfJ7U*xSMR1iG3PCTzZzYHpBbZPRv/GivingRedClothHeart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 97px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:lCKEnPPT_pUc-M:http://api.ning.com/files/Sqwrjb5qdp-L-S9NzRLowghzb5LuYG3DwOeM-D4rfm*IgovWTzOh*tTv9YObLY*WW1nxfJ7U*xSMR1iG3PCTzZzYHpBbZPRv/GivingRedClothHeart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:p_D4sLEeZFyLAM:http://www.aamconsulting.com/img/right-img-giving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 123px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:p_D4sLEeZFyLAM:http://www.aamconsulting.com/img/right-img-giving.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:vRm5oTeau0yJbM:http://www.wisebread.com/files/fruganomics/imagecache/blog_image_full/files/fruganomics/blog-images/charitable%2520giving.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 123px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:vRm5oTeau0yJbM:http://www.wisebread.com/files/fruganomics/imagecache/blog_image_full/files/fruganomics/blog-images/charitable%2520giving.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go about my day, complaining that I have a house to clean, no time to do things i would like to do, no way to leave my nice, cozy, warm apartment, God speaks to me and says, "You have so much more than most.  Be Grateful you have a house to clean, Be Grateful you have wonderful kids that keep you soooo busy, be grateful you have a nice warm place to be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of year it's supposed to be about giving, giving to those who don't have.  I believe we are supposed to give grace, God's grace to people that don't know anything about him.&lt;br /&gt;I cry a lot this time of year, for the people that don't have.  I feel like there is so much I want to do, and there is not enough man power behind just me to do it.  Then God speaks again, "You can do all things through Christ who strengthens you."  If I have God behind me I can make a difference, he can make a difference.  If every person, even did one tiny small wonderful thing for someone else, We could all make a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know where I was going with this,&lt;br /&gt;I think I was just rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-2322466269456758199?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/2322466269456758199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=2322466269456758199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2322466269456758199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2322466269456758199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-time-of-year.html' title='This time of year'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-2132874109351987688</id><published>2008-12-06T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:36:56.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orange juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walmart'/><title type='text'>Orange Juice, Laundry, and Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:gApPUe9tVYd0sM:http://www.recipetips.com/kitchen/images/refimages/kitchen_advice/fruit_veg/oranges/orange_juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 97px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:gApPUe9tVYd0sM:http://www.recipetips.com/kitchen/images/refimages/kitchen_advice/fruit_veg/oranges/orange_juice.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I made fresh orange juice this morning.  I don't have a juicer so I had to squeeze the oranges by hand.   I prob. wasted a lot more than I would have if I had a juicer, but oh well.  It tasted so good, I don't think I have ever really had fresh OJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:eDzjMatInBmtXM:http://www.dogtired.org/gallery/albums/laundromat/DSC01789_bw.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:eDzjMatInBmtXM:http://www.dogtired.org/gallery/albums/laundromat/DSC01789_bw.sized.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I had sooo much laundry to do I decided it would be smarter just to go to a laundromat do get it done.  It was kind of fun, I actually met some pretty interesting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i138/nicegutwanted/abuse/Homeless_and_Hungry_by_HippyKitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 117px;" src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i138/nicegutwanted/abuse/Homeless_and_Hungry_by_HippyKitty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After I was done doing laundry I walked outside and was putting the clothes in the car, and I was like ohh antonio's that sounds so good.  So as I was walking in to get something to eat with my $3.00 left over from laundry, I saw a poor homeless person.  So right there I decided I would give them my food, cause I did have some in my warm house and they had nothing.  It was a nice feeling and they were so grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:5p7geKXQB3-lSM:http://img.groundspeak.com/waymarking/display/ddba2845-ec06-4a00-9c71-7bfe110385f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 119px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:5p7geKXQB3-lSM:http://img.groundspeak.com/waymarking/display/ddba2845-ec06-4a00-9c71-7bfe110385f2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that I came home got the kids and husband to go shopping at walmart.  It's been a busy day, pretty productive though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-2132874109351987688?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/2132874109351987688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=2132874109351987688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2132874109351987688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/2132874109351987688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2008/12/orange-juice-laundry-and-christmas.html' title='Orange Juice, Laundry, and Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i138/nicegutwanted/abuse/th_Homeless_and_Hungry_by_HippyKitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-5972386758307100513</id><published>2008-12-05T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:45:20.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><title type='text'>Craziness!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www19.dropshipwholesale.net/images/man-pulling-hair-out-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 322px;" src="http://www19.dropshipwholesale.net/images/man-pulling-hair-out-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So pretty much, I go to winco today to get something for dinner.  The place is packed right, it's like crazy packed.  I mean like you have to touch people to move packed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm walking along minding my own business and wahlah, someone steps on my pants and I pretty much go forward without my right foot.  That normally equals someone falling on their face.  Thankfully though there were tons of people so I caught myself on someone's cart.&lt;br /&gt;No one even asks me if I'm okay, and the person who made this whole shebang happen didn't even say sorry.  And to make matters worse, the person who's cart I grabbed just gave me a dirty look, like I was trying to steal her cart, and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I officially hate winco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-5972386758307100513?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/5972386758307100513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=5972386758307100513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5972386758307100513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/5972386758307100513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-pretty-much-i-go-to-winco-today-to.html' title='Craziness!!!'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096214039902610612.post-9020653032838483539</id><published>2008-12-03T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:49:13.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>So, I have no idea how to blog, but we shall type and see where it gets us.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that it is almost Christmas, a time of laughter, pretty lights, hot chocolate, rainy nights, and a wonderful time to celebrate my savior Jesus Christ,  who has brought me to where I am today.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, Christmas gets so overloaded with people running around trying to find super expensive gifts for people, it turns into a very stressful time.  I like to go to the mall around this time of year and just sit and watch people go about their day.  I sometimes want to stand up and scream, though, and tell them that Christmas is about Jesus and not about money.  Anyways I just wanted to see if this would work, so I'm done for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096214039902610612-9020653032838483539?l=some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/9020653032838483539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096214039902610612&amp;postID=9020653032838483539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/9020653032838483539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096214039902610612/posts/default/9020653032838483539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some1tookmyurlname.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-know-what-im-doing.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Amber &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009103178757294549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgLkTkasz9o/Sbr5u2jz-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8xvJmcy8rqQ/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
