<?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-1513562248220616401</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:16:29.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Thank Me Later...</title><subtitle type='html'>Just your average everyday sane psycho super goddess.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-3372244345586866244</id><published>2011-09-12T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T15:15:46.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman, Ruby Slippers and Manicures.</title><content type='html'>I had a great weekend full of lots of fun stuff. Saturday started with a fun girls lunch at the Lynden Reserve, a golf club type restaurant with absolutely delicious food. We were there to celebrate Lili's soon coming bundle of joy. It was the best 'non shower' baby shower ever... none of the silly games, but all the good company and cute gifts. My mom and I had purchased a super cute bassinette for little baby Benjamin. It looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaYFw6cNWjo/Tm5uHpDxhlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/o0NNx86-J9A/s1600/eb+bass" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaYFw6cNWjo/Tm5uHpDxhlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/o0NNx86-J9A/s320/eb+bass" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;After the luncheon Mel, Lili and myself did a little shopping at a nice kids consignment store called "Little Red Wagon". I found some really great things for my adorable niece and nephew. They'll soon both have their own rooms so I thought I'd get lil Benjamin a head start on decorating with this awesome lamp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vnx45nH2tU/Tm51T6LcDrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/piy5KPyFSxE/s1600/spiderman" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vnx45nH2tU/Tm51T6LcDrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/piy5KPyFSxE/s320/spiderman" width="256" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is what it does: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/tkuWad9MhPI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkuWad9MhPI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkuWad9MhPI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie can't decide if she likes it or not. As Maggie &amp;amp; Benjamin will be sharing a room until they move in spring, I figure Spidey will most likely be adorning my brother's night stand until he's forced to share with Benjamin come moving time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Maggie I found a cute pink skirt that's perfect for twirling, and these fabulous ruby shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEQQk-QgkLE/Tm52kYjuoOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/imHu7wCuXTU/s1600/ruby+slippers" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEQQk-QgkLE/Tm52kYjuoOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/imHu7wCuXTU/s1600/ruby+slippers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they had a matching pair in my size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, the girls and I headed to the nail salon. Mel &amp;amp; Lili both got pedicures and I got a manicure. It was a great afternoon and hopefully Lili enjoyed the last few days of her 'no newborn' days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1513562248220616401-3372244345586866244?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/3372244345586866244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=3372244345586866244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/3372244345586866244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/3372244345586866244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2011/09/spiderman-ruby-slippers-and-manicures.html' title='Spiderman, Ruby Slippers and Manicures.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaYFw6cNWjo/Tm5uHpDxhlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/o0NNx86-J9A/s72-c/eb+bass' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-3500084718174996305</id><published>2011-09-02T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:29:48.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooooffffffffffffffffffeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On this cloudy Friday morning this (below) is very much how I feel about my coffee:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/Iqg_PI-QbvE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iqg_PI-QbvE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iqg_PI-QbvE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, here's the background of this Woodland Park Zoo video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Why coffee grounds? Since the bears have a strong sense of smell, such a  pungent treat is extremely attractive and stimulating to them. The  bears roll around in coffee grounds like a cat in catnip!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;So maybe next time you're by the bear exhibit at the zoo, you might wanna skip that cup-o-joe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-3500084718174996305?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/3500084718174996305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=3500084718174996305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/3500084718174996305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/3500084718174996305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2011/09/cooooffffffffffffffffffeeeeee.html' title='Cooooffffffffffffffffffeeeeee'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-2830298656859249858</id><published>2011-09-01T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:10:57.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While On Hold</title><content type='html'>Being the product of the 'MTV Generation' in which idleness does not come easily, I've found that waiting on hold (on the phone) has often led to some of thee best Internet discoveries. Its the only time I have a moment to explore the various corners of the web. So I figured, why not share?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's gem was introduced to me by Daniel: (you'll have to click the link below to get full effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xKBC0fi-u0k/TmAhKYUvtnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/veySNVFrKXo/s1600/tv.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xKBC0fi-u0k/TmAhKYUvtnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/veySNVFrKXo/s320/tv.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gif.tv/#/giftv-327-arrestedchicken"&gt;http://www.gif.tv/#/giftv-327-arrestedchicken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the link, click on the TV to see lots of short random &amp;amp; often funny clips. It's not an earth shattering find, but just see if you can stop clicking for the next video and the next, and the next... its a tiny bit addicting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-2830298656859249858?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/2830298656859249858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=2830298656859249858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/2830298656859249858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/2830298656859249858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2011/09/while-on-hold.html' title='While On Hold'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xKBC0fi-u0k/TmAhKYUvtnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/veySNVFrKXo/s72-c/tv.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-8842438468233819422</id><published>2011-08-30T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:53:23.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard(ly) working moments.</title><content type='html'>Because I don't have much to talk about today I thought I'd post a few of the topics covered by a couple co-workers and myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the Russian Duchess Anastasia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;While David (er, music major) has no knowledge of this historical person (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Duchess_Anastasia_Nikolaevna_of_Russia"&gt;Anastasia Wiki&lt;/a&gt;), Daniel  remains adamant that the talking bat (&lt;a href="http://i43.tinypic.com/20r69du.png"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt;) from the animated version is  historically accurate.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;On extra curricular activities:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hey you guys wanna go  snowboarding?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;David:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I only ski."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I only sled... I can just see us all  going down the hill together holding a rope or something."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Upon being provided with 'thank you' cookies at work today:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I just had thee most brilliant idea." &lt;/blockquote&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'Investing in real estate?'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Uh, no. For lunch I'm going to toast my english muffin, spread on  peanut butter then put my cookie in the middle!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"you know what  you &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; do, swap the english muffin for a doughnut."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I might mention the fact that we had no doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;On blogging:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I've totally commented on two of your blog posts and you deleted them both."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Daniel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"No way. Actually, I usually go home and sit at my computer, pushing the refresh button just waiting for new comments." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a dull moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I told them both I was going to blog some of our conversations... not sure if they believed me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-8842438468233819422?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/8842438468233819422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=8842438468233819422' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/8842438468233819422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/8842438468233819422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2011/08/hardly-working-moments.html' title='Hard(ly) working moments.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-6414814457324715307</id><published>2011-08-19T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T13:43:15.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Aliens, My Pa, and Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kXqUU4SqfPc/Tk6d_sYo6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5Q9VdxlS3VI/s1600/AAl" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kXqUU4SqfPc/Tk6d_sYo6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5Q9VdxlS3VI/s1600/AAl" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was hanging out with my Dad. He's been away at work so I hadn't seen him in awhile. Him and my mom were munching on dinner &amp;amp; watching the History Channel (clearly his choice) when I plunked down on the couch. More specifically, they were watching Ancient Aliens. I really like this show, but I usually watch it alone... thus not verbalizing my thoughts. With an active audience here is some of what transpired:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;munch munch munch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Why do aliens always crash in deserts? You'd think they'd be more likely to crash in densely forested areas." &lt;/blockquote&gt;munch munch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (watching a commercial for Planet of the Apes):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I highly doubt that when the apes take over that not one of them names their child something like 'oooo-eeee-oooo", instead its always like 'steve'." &lt;/blockquote&gt;munch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You should take mom to go see that movie."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I dunno, its not really a date movie."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Well... I guess you could go as friends."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*snickers*&lt;/blockquote&gt;munch munch munch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If they've identified that its an "unidentified flying object" then wouldn't it actually be an IUFO (identified unidentified flying object) now?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;munch munch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Ya know, I think the bigger mystery is less about 'how can aliens travel so far through space?' and more 'why are they so interested in our orifices?'"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor father.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-6414814457324715307?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/6414814457324715307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=6414814457324715307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/6414814457324715307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/6414814457324715307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2011/08/ancient-aliens-my-pa-and-me.html' title='Ancient Aliens, My Pa, and Me.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kXqUU4SqfPc/Tk6d_sYo6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5Q9VdxlS3VI/s72-c/AAl' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-5204797362592251555</id><published>2011-08-18T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T16:10:22.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sax-O-Gram</title><content type='html'>Was shown this video today. Have added it to my list of birthday wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GaoLU6zKaws" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Rediculous" you say? Maybe.. but I'm betting this tune will be stuck in your head the rest of the day. You're welcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-5204797362592251555?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/5204797362592251555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=5204797362592251555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/5204797362592251555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/5204797362592251555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2011/08/sax-o-gram.html' title='Sax-O-Gram'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GaoLU6zKaws/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-2745243172977025938</id><published>2011-08-18T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:44:00.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof I'm doing ok</title><content type='html'>With my 28th birthday looming in the not so distant future, I've been spending a frightening amount of time pondering my life.  Of which I've come to a few satisfactory conclusions.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I'm still alive... so that's gotta count for something, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I may be single but haven't settled for a complete loser either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I'm not in jail &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I have over a hundred facebook 'friends' (so clearly I've made it big time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I'm not this lady:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TnZhi5gaX8g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-2745243172977025938?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/2745243172977025938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=2745243172977025938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/2745243172977025938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/2745243172977025938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2011/08/proof-im-doing-ok.html' title='Proof I&apos;m doing ok'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TnZhi5gaX8g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-5515613980294331677</id><published>2011-08-17T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T15:49:49.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna see something awesome?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=vIJINiK9azc&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then focus your peepers on this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpNHXvDg2Bk/TkxeII1q2vI/AAAAAAAAAF8/b0qtZ6kteGs/s200/shark.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641987927092943602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hhfBieaSmfQ/TkxeRBiBiGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4G1hrAQhvUU/s200/clownfish.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641988079750318178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not yet impressed? Check out this video: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vIJINiK9azc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So simple, yet FREAKIN AWESOME. Alas, they seem to be sold out everywhere. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-5515613980294331677?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/5515613980294331677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=5515613980294331677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/5515613980294331677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/5515613980294331677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2011/08/wanna-see-something-awesome.html' title='Wanna see something awesome?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpNHXvDg2Bk/TkxeII1q2vI/AAAAAAAAAF8/b0qtZ6kteGs/s72-c/shark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-6475440183127627353</id><published>2010-01-06T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:38:08.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may, or may not, have noticed I did not send out Christmas Cards this year. My intentions were good, I recall thinking I should be getting them ready somewhere in the midst of shopping, eating &amp;amp; watching 'Rudolf' for the millionth time. Alas I wasn't ready in time.. &amp;amp; while I know you're all disappointed you missed out on a card sporting my guinea pig in a mini santa hat &amp;amp; beard, I have an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im "going green" this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right, so not only does this allow me to not feel guilty about not sending out Christmas Cheer via cards, I actually feel somewhat superior to those who did &amp;amp; sent the environment back months. Shame on you, I can practically hear Al Gore crying into his eggnog. In retrospect, I am kinda a hero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you don't count my oil leaking car against me.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-6475440183127627353?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/6475440183127627353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=6475440183127627353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/6475440183127627353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/6475440183127627353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2010/01/carded.html' title='Carded'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-900765077582120505</id><published>2009-12-11T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:16:30.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own little new adventure..</title><content type='html'>Wowza, I haven't been on here in quite some time. I've been doing quite a lot of reading which often means I've been lazy about my writing.  The latest book I've read has inspired me quite a bit. Its called "The Kind Diet" by Alicia Silverstone (our old friend Cher from Clueless!). I love it! Its about how she became a vegetarian and then a vegan but it also goes further into how being a vegan is kind to your body, animals &amp;amp; the environment. I've been a vegetarian for about 10 months now and haven't missed eating meat at all. Reading Alicia's book inspired me to try veganism. Of course I've picked thee most difficult month of the year to become vegan, so I admit I've been rather lax and won't be full force until Jan 1st. But I'm glad I have this transition time. Not only is it financially smarter (cuz there is no way I'm throwing out any food, tis the season to penny pinch!) but it also lets me play around with vegan recipes so I'll be well prepared. I'll be sharing recipes I love as I go along &amp;amp; I'm sure I'll talk more about my reasons for wanting to be a vegan. I'm excited for this new adventure &amp;amp; hopefully I'll inspire some of you as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-900765077582120505?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/900765077582120505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=900765077582120505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/900765077582120505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/900765077582120505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-own-little-new-adventure.html' title='My own little new adventure..'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-43655692727034605</id><published>2009-10-16T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T16:39:21.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Justin Timberlake</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; " class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: 85%; " &gt;Dear JT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; " class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size:85%;" &gt;I understand that you're a millionaire &amp;amp; you're busy spending all the money your fans gave you, but do you think you could take a break from the ski trips &amp;amp; dating hot chicks to make a new album.. you havnt made one since '06, &lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;even crazy Britney Spears has made two albums since then. You can't just 'bring sexy back' then ditch us. Time to put out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; " class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" &gt;Regards, Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-43655692727034605?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/43655692727034605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=43655692727034605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/43655692727034605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/43655692727034605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-justin-timberlake.html' title='Dear Justin Timberlake'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-4665286375286409422</id><published>2009-07-06T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:27:23.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters from the Editor 4</title><content type='html'>Dear A-hole who has no regard for your neighbors,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I would like to thank you for spending a ridiculous amount of money and effort to attain amazing  illegal  fireworks. It was your frivolous efforts that helped you succeed in transforming a quite forested neighborhood into a glowing, smoke filled dessert war zone.  I'll never forget the blur of deer as they hauled ass outta their warm cozy thickets, a la "Bambi" when they're running from the fire. So precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, your fireworks were fun to watch.... especially since I knew that if your very unsteady, alcohol affected aiming was off at all, you'd hit one of the thickly grown, giant evergreen trees &amp;amp; then some of my favorite uniformed men at the fire department would be sure to come. That would've been a fabulous way to end the evening... or any evening really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all these accolades I bet you're wondering why I'm addressing you as an A-hole.  Well if you weren't such a moron you'd realize that while setting off your bombs &amp;amp; loud ass explosions on Saturday was acceptable, tonight is Sunday &amp;amp; its already 11:45pm and most everybody HAS TO WORK ON MONDAY!  Now I find myself to be more lenient then most since I usually work the late shift at work, but even 11:45pm is pushing it. I found myself listening closely after each blast for the sweet sweet sound of you crying out "my eye, oh gawd, my eye"... words that would surely send me into a deep relaxed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was well after midnight that you finally stopped your missile strike. I somehow managed to not go outside and yell at you to "go sit on a roman candle."  However, I'd like to warn you that should you continue these rude late night non-weekend shenanigans, I will be calling the cops on you.  Partially so you get put in your place but also because, c'mon, how often do I get to call the nicely uniformed fully armed cops in this neighborhood?.... On the second thought... go ahead, light your bombs at midnight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless America... land of the free, &amp;amp; the home of the brave (with a light sprinkling of A-holes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Amanda  7/5/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-4665286375286409422?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/4665286375286409422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=4665286375286409422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/4665286375286409422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/4665286375286409422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/07/letters-from-editor-4.html' title='Letters from the Editor 4'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-5336561206329270727</id><published>2009-06-24T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:46:12.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Now I Smile Inside</title><content type='html'>I asked "what is there to hope for"&lt;br /&gt;"how will things ever be right"&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know&lt;br /&gt;My feeble cry was heard that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came upon me softly&lt;br /&gt;Like a soothing breeze&lt;br /&gt;Little by little it became clear&lt;br /&gt;This future was for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I can't yet have it&lt;br /&gt;Though I see it within reach&lt;br /&gt;Guess I have more yet to learn&lt;br /&gt;Guess He has more to teach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it have been easier&lt;br /&gt;To not see the future fully realized&lt;br /&gt;If I remained ignorant to what I'm missing&lt;br /&gt;If I couldn't see the prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, He knows my heart&lt;br /&gt;I needed a fresh new breath&lt;br /&gt;Of a life that was to come&lt;br /&gt;To save me from the depths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I smile inside&lt;br /&gt;And keep my mind focused on the goal&lt;br /&gt;For it will be here before long&lt;br /&gt;A new life that I will know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-5336561206329270727?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/5336561206329270727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=5336561206329270727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/5336561206329270727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/5336561206329270727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-now-i-smile-inside.html' title='For Now I Smile Inside'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-1955159139344580479</id><published>2009-05-28T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:59:40.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters from the Editor #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear Coworkers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fill in for an absent employee, which is frequent considering its vacation season, please refrain from coming up to 'my' desk and looking utterly disappointed that the person you were expecting is gone. Please just smile and move on if you do not want MY help. Thus allowing me to skip saying things I don't mean, such as "sorry" and "can I help you with that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it would be best if you would omit using the following intolerable comments as well: "when is 'blah' going to be back?", "how long is 'blah' gone for?", "geez, is 'blah' ever coming back?". I can handle these questions precisely one time, after that I reserve the right to either completely ignore you or else throw whatever heavy desk object I find directly at your head. Thank you for your compliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If anyone ever offers you a desk with a great window view, make sure its not located by the office bathrooms before you accept it. Its not worth it, believe me. Especially if the windows do not open. I'm filling in at one such desk and it smells, well, crappy... I mean, good lord, what are these people eating??!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-1955159139344580479?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/1955159139344580479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=1955159139344580479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/1955159139344580479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/1955159139344580479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/05/letters-from-editor-3.html' title='Letters from the Editor #3'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-3611318171693876495</id><published>2009-05-26T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:38:23.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Sofie</title><content type='html'>So I got my hamster Sofie a few months ago &amp;amp; all was well and good for awhile.... then she died. I have no idea how but all I can do is laugh at my life that's truly a tragic comedy. May she rest in hamster heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her food&lt;br /&gt;I gave her water&lt;br /&gt;Put up her wheel&lt;br /&gt;And hamster fodder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought her treats&lt;br /&gt;The best of bedding&lt;br /&gt;She was hamster royalty&lt;br /&gt;Based on what she was getting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for one weekend&lt;br /&gt;I left her alone&lt;br /&gt;And found out she'd died&lt;br /&gt;When i got home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her water bottle fresh&lt;br /&gt;Her food piled deep&lt;br /&gt;So why had she&lt;br /&gt;Died in her sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wheel not turning&lt;br /&gt;From her cage no creaks&lt;br /&gt;As I clean it all up&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear her peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little&lt;br /&gt;Like a country song&lt;br /&gt;If this reflects my parenting&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be a mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here and ponder&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; prepare her little burial sermon&lt;br /&gt;I make a firm decision:&lt;br /&gt;No more vermin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/24/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-3611318171693876495?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/3611318171693876495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=3611318171693876495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/3611318171693876495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/3611318171693876495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/05/rip-sofie.html' title='RIP Sofie'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-8199775796791079299</id><published>2009-05-11T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:04:46.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters from the Editor #2</title><content type='html'>Dear Skittles Company,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently purchased your product after many years of absence. It was on a dreary afternoon in which I was vehemently anticipating to 'taste the rainbow' as you have so emphatically advertised. Therefore, you must understand my shock as I proceeded to chew my apparently rainbow-less skittles. Granted, at first there was a burst of flavor of which I was delighted, but a mere chew later and the flavor turned into some sort of, what I can only imagine to be, chemical burn. I tried again, not thwarted by my first disappointing attempt at tasting the rainbow, yet the same results were sadly repeated. I was unable to ingest any more of your product. In conclusion, I would like a full refund of my 45 cents and offer my suggestion that you change your slogan to "Taste the Waste".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,  Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-8199775796791079299?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/8199775796791079299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=8199775796791079299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/8199775796791079299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/8199775796791079299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/05/letters-from-editor-2.html' title='Letters from the Editor #2'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-9140221713710720035</id><published>2009-05-06T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:37:04.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Sharing Corner" episode 1</title><content type='html'>So I've been vegetarian for over 3 mths! Yay!  I still really like it a lot and haven't missed the meat one bit. I've already lost weight eating clean and am looking forward to more results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, however, I finally answered a question that had been burning on my mind since I first began eating vegetarian... how is it that there are overweight vegetarians???  Well, I now know the answer. After a weekend of cheese pizza, reduced fat cheeze-its, &amp;amp; pineapple coconut juice, popcorn, skittles, etc; I felt very very unhealthy. This all happened because I didn't have any meals prepared ahead of time like I've been doing.  So when I got sick I didn't care what I was eating. Thus finally answering my own question, &amp;amp; yes, it is quite possible to be an unhealthy vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got that all out of my system (believe me... with all those carbs it was quite the painful challenge!). I'm back on the health kick &amp;amp; I'm ready to break open a new cookbook and try some exciting (or at least yummy) vegetarian dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I made Tofu Veggie Stir Fry which ended up being more like "Tofu Veggie 'fried' Rice" since I added 1/2cup long grain rice. All in all, it could be better. It needs more spice. After all, I do like my spicy dishes! Any ideas as to what spice to add would be very welcomed. I didn't use a specific recipe, just lots of stir fry veggies, a little oil &amp;amp; garlic, soy sauce &amp;amp; tofu. Let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to thank my family and those around me for putting up with my new vegetarian diet... I try not to talk about it too much but it's exciting!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-9140221713710720035?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/9140221713710720035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=9140221713710720035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/9140221713710720035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/9140221713710720035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-ive-been-vegetarian-for-over-3-mths.html' title='&quot;The Sharing Corner&quot; episode 1'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-9177439711886075091</id><published>2009-05-04T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:14:31.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>I'm annoyed today. I decided to complain in a poem... I figured I would sound artistic with a poem as opposed to sounding like a grump with the long rant I had wanted to post. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hit the point where you're all full up?&lt;br /&gt;No room left in your life cup?&lt;br /&gt;For all their nagging&lt;br /&gt;Gossip &amp;amp; bragging&lt;br /&gt;You earnestly wish they'd shut up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I think I've reached that level&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I need a shovel&lt;br /&gt;For all their issues&lt;br /&gt;Handing them tissues&lt;br /&gt;So I'm avoiding them like the devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not just them you know&lt;br /&gt;Other people always want to know&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you wed?&lt;br /&gt;Soon you'll be dead&lt;br /&gt;Oh pfft, I wish they'd go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those who are sensitive&lt;br /&gt;To the opinions that I give&lt;br /&gt;If you don't agree&lt;br /&gt;Thats fine with me&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I'm just tryin to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for all the noise to stop&lt;br /&gt;Or else I'm gonna flop&lt;br /&gt;No more opinions&lt;br /&gt;From all the minions&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my cup is filled to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Mondays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-9177439711886075091?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/9177439711886075091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=9177439711886075091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/9177439711886075091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/9177439711886075091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/05/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-7887814803056273759</id><published>2009-04-29T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:49:24.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Soft blue, all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;sun dazzling in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Where is this place, I have found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;with soft grass on which I lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As i sit myself up and breathe in deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I take in the sweet smell of new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My heart feels lighter then its ever been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;someone's wiped away the strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Of dreams not reached, heartaches many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;my soul aching with each blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The strife of perhaps a separate life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;seems so far away, so long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No, I won't let my mind wander there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I happily embrace the sudden peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The hope and joy and endless love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;that lingers on the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What is that sound, that splendid sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;floating to my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I close my eyes to concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;yes, i know the voice i hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then he's there beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;sliding his hands into mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I open my eyes and see his smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and know all will be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No words are spoke yet I hear his voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;speaking to my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Rest here with me, a little while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;until its time to go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want to worry about having to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;but my mind remains at ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I lay my head upon his shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;as my heart floats in tranquility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It could've been days, years, centuries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;that i remained in that state of bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Til suddenly, he hugged me close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and gave my cheek a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I then awoke alone in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;to singing birds and the morning glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Had it all been just a dream, a sweet vision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;no, it'd all been real, I just know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My heart was still light, old pains gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;nothing left to fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For I knew now, even when he's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;to my heart he's always near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4/29/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-7887814803056273759?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/7887814803056273759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=7887814803056273759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/7887814803056273759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/7887814803056273759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/04/breathing-again.html' title='Breathing Again'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-1600427012776208227</id><published>2009-04-03T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:55:19.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter's From the Editor #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;Dear UPS guy, when you lost my pkg last month we made a deal, I would give you one more chance and you would always wear those cute brown shorts. Yet today you did not... and no, I don't care that its snowing, a deal is a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards, Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt;&lt;span id="status_time_inner"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-1600427012776208227?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/1600427012776208227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=1600427012776208227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/1600427012776208227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/1600427012776208227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/04/letters-from-editor-edition-1.html' title='Letter&apos;s From the Editor #1'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-1315776741363894199</id><published>2009-04-01T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:32:13.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Slap me, I'm an April Fool"</title><content type='html'>Its April Fools... possibly my least favorite day of the year. Its the national holiday for all those simpletons who lack a true funny bone. The ones who don't always get the joke the first time, who don't pick up on it when you're being sarcastic, who spend a lot of time looking at me (the smart ass) with rather blank stares. Yes, these humor challenged individuals soak up this one day a year to attempt to pull off 'funny'. Bless their little hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often they've started skillfully planning weeks in advance for this day. Like the year a coworker of mine diligently practiced a fake accent for months just so he could spend a whole 45 seconds pranking me on the phone. So precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm required to keep a face of encouragement to these awkward creatures. Meaning my entire April 1st is spent forcing at least a few half smiles and a handful of a "wow, you sure got me with that whoopee cushion" type of comments. Its like watching in pain as the Special Olympics' kids compete against the pros. (insert shout out to Obama here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I often wish that when one of these goons walks up to me to tell a joke (then very unskillfully check the post it note 'hidden' in their hand for the punch line) well I wish I could just stare at them blankly and walk away without any acknowledgment of their painful attempt at humor. But I just can't. After all, I suppose I could give them one day of the year considering they are my, albeit often unwilling, audience the other 364 days of the year. Yes, I think next year I should even get them all t-shirts to commemorate their special day of being 'funny'. Perhaps florescent pink shirts with a catchy slogan like "Slap me, Im an April Fool!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Amanda (aka Smartass McGee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-1315776741363894199?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/1315776741363894199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=1315776741363894199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/1315776741363894199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/1315776741363894199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/04/slap-me-im-april-fool.html' title='&quot;Slap me, I&apos;m an April Fool&quot;'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-1210243208444414251</id><published>2009-03-16T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:40:30.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What'll I do with the rest of my A1 Steak Sauce?</title><content type='html'>I've recently gone on a health kick... more a 'lifestyle change' kick.&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning out my apartment and revamping right down to the bedsheets&lt;br /&gt;(yay for high-count sheets that don't sand my ass when I slide into&lt;br /&gt;bed!). This included a revamp of my fridge. I've decided to become&lt;br /&gt;vegetarian for a couple reasons... first, it seems really healthy and&lt;br /&gt;quite possibly the best way to insure I finally incorporate a large&lt;br /&gt;amount of produce into my diet (no more giving myself double veggie&lt;br /&gt;credit when consuming 'sour cream and chives pototo chips' ya know, for&lt;br /&gt;the potatos and chives of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I've long been an animal lover but more recently have been&lt;br /&gt;feeling the pull towards an occupation in animal health, such as Veterinarian work. Because of this I've felt a strange internal conflict with the fact that I'd be eating, well, potential patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, when people go on about the fact that they eat only high&lt;br /&gt;priced organic I have an automatic one-up on them... "oh really, but&lt;br /&gt;you do still eat poor, innocent animals, right?" :) kidding kidding&lt;br /&gt;(ok, not really.. i do look forward to that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, I'm&lt;br /&gt;eating vegetarian and, so far, loving it. I've already tried a couple&lt;br /&gt;fabulous recipes and will share these here on my blog occasionally but&lt;br /&gt;I also look forward to any input on other great recipes or tips. I've&lt;br /&gt;found cooking veggies &amp;amp; tofu &amp;amp; fish (yes, i still eat fish and&lt;br /&gt;dairy such as cheese) so much more simpler then cooking poultry or red&lt;br /&gt;meat. Plus, I'm very excited that even if i don't fully cook my veggies&lt;br /&gt;or tofu I won't get food poisoning (like I've done to myself SO MANY&lt;br /&gt;times with chicken! Evil bird.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is. I'm a food snob.&lt;br /&gt;And while I fully plan on showing off to all of you my new fabulously&lt;br /&gt;healthy snob diet, past history has taught me that I'm really much too&lt;br /&gt;lazy when it comes to bragging (or most things really) so you don't&lt;br /&gt;have to worry :) Bon Appetite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-1210243208444414251?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/1210243208444414251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=1210243208444414251' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/1210243208444414251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/1210243208444414251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/03/whatll-i-do-with-rest-of-my-a1-steak.html' title='What&apos;ll I do with the rest of my A1 Steak Sauce?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-626181515511521377</id><published>2009-03-09T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:20:54.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Um, this is the best i got in a couple months. Yikes. I blame the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Suck it Writer's Block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Writer's block&lt;br /&gt;You really suck&lt;br /&gt;I can't think because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words to flow&lt;br /&gt;No rhymes to spin&lt;br /&gt;You're makin this writer blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm fed up&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long&lt;br /&gt;Writers block, I'll just write about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/30/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yea I said it,  writers block can suck it. Hmmm, but now what to write about. Aggghhh. (insert annoying Cathy comic here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-626181515511521377?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/626181515511521377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=626181515511521377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/626181515511521377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/626181515511521377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/03/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-2868974637440044627</id><published>2009-03-09T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:17:29.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="pBlogBody_444001760" class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually wrote this in October &amp;amp; forgot to post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Geez, I haven't written in awhile. My thoughts have been tangled I suppose. Recent events got me thinking about fate and how its become such cliche but no one really knows if its real. I'd like to think my life is forming as I move forward... but some days I really have my doubts...  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;Some people call it fate&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;When things don't work out right&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;Me, I think its just a way&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;That they can sleep at night&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;What if there's just a simple outline&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;Of major events in our lifetime&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;But its really our human error&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;That can misguide us off that line&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;What if the longer we're off course&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;The longer major life events are delayed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;And by the time we get there&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;The details are scattered, splayed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;Maybe, just for instance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;You were suppose to meet your shining knight&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;But you were consumed with &lt;span class="misspellet" spellchecked="true"  style="font-family:fmisspellt;"&gt;worldly&lt;/span&gt; troubles&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;And you couldn't see the green light&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;What would happen then?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;Would your life events be shuffled?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;Will the chance come around again?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;Or will it forever remain muffled ?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;Do we really only get one shot?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;What happens if we miss?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;Does that piece of our life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;Merely cease to exist?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;Perhaps some things can't be answered&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;I guess no one really knows&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;All we can do is our best&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;And have faith as our life flows.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p spellchecked="true"&gt;~Amanda 10/25/08&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/1513562248220616401-2868974637440044627?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/2868974637440044627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=2868974637440044627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/2868974637440044627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/2868974637440044627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2009/03/fate.html' title='Fate?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-5531069480549977368</id><published>2008-09-03T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:27:14.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Next 25 Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So on the last day of my youth I found myself thinking of Tim McGraw's song "my next 30 years" and how well it captures this stage in my life right now. And while I had all the best intentions to cleaverly re-work the lyrics to fit my life pefectly (as I was known to do in my days of youth)... old age set in early and I found myself much too busy watching the weather channel, soaking my feet in epsom salts and organizing my pills in one of those cheap plastic pill containers. (ok, kidding, but i really did freak out the other night when i realized i was alphabetizing my vitamin bottles. true story. lol)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So before my bedtime (oh my word it's almost 10pm! haha) I did post the lyrics below... and if all you (still reading) wouldn't mind substituting in "25" for "thirty" (thank God) and nixing the whole "my wife" thing (sorry ladies) you'd make this senior citizin happier then a day with a good bm. (couldn't resist). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Amanda &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll take a moment, celebrate my age&lt;br /&gt;The ending of an era and the turning of a page&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to focus in on where I go from here&lt;br /&gt;Lord have mercy on my next thirty years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey my next thirty years I'm gonna have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Try to forget about all the crazy things I've done&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now I've conquered all my adolescent fears&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do it better in my next thirty years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next thirty years I'm gonna settle all the scores&lt;br /&gt;Cry a little less, laugh a little more&lt;br /&gt;Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear&lt;br /&gt;Figure out just what I'm doing here&lt;br /&gt;In my next thirty years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my next thirty years, I'm gonna watch my weight&lt;br /&gt;Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late&lt;br /&gt;Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll remember my next thirty years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next thirty years will be the best years of my life&lt;br /&gt;Raise a little family and hang out with my wife&lt;br /&gt;Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;Make up for lost time here ,In my next thirty years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my next thirty years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-5531069480549977368?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/5531069480549977368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=5531069480549977368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/5531069480549977368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/5531069480549977368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-next-25-years.html' title='My Next 25 Years!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-2517246279706803979</id><published>2008-08-04T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:02:11.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!!!</title><content type='html'>The sun&lt;br /&gt;dances across the water&lt;br /&gt;sparking&lt;br /&gt;putting me in a daze&lt;br /&gt;splashing&lt;br /&gt;oh sweet cool water&lt;br /&gt;enticing me&lt;br /&gt;to jump in and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggling&lt;br /&gt;tumbles through the air and reaches&lt;br /&gt;my ears&lt;br /&gt;and i start to giggle too&lt;br /&gt;all the kids&lt;br /&gt;are playing on the beaches&lt;br /&gt;in the waterthat is a deep blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crisp breeze&lt;br /&gt;brushes against my skin&lt;br /&gt;I breathe deep&lt;br /&gt;letting it all in&lt;br /&gt;oh summer&lt;br /&gt;you are my favorite season&lt;br /&gt;you renew me&lt;br /&gt;and give my soul a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Amanda 7/20/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-2517246279706803979?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/2517246279706803979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=2517246279706803979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/2517246279706803979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/2517246279706803979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer.html' title='Summer!!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-5473117421043971421</id><published>2008-06-30T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:39:37.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the GIANT moth and other rediculous happenings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;I almost died this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;All because of a GINORMOUS moth!&lt;br /&gt;It all began when i had the clever idea to leave my car windows cracked open this weekend cuz it was friggin hot&lt;br /&gt;well, hot for Bellingham that is, and us pasty skinned residents&lt;br /&gt;so there i was&lt;br /&gt;on my way to work&lt;br /&gt;singing with JT bout bringing sexy back&lt;br /&gt;when from outta no where a GIANT moth flies INTO MY FACE!&lt;br /&gt;yea... it was an ALL CAPS kinda moment&lt;br /&gt;bare in mind that i am driving on a one lane highway&lt;br /&gt;going 50... ok, actually 45 cuz the old tools in the country drive sllllloooooowwww&lt;br /&gt;God forbid they actually drive the speed limit&lt;br /&gt;but thats another story&lt;br /&gt;back to the moth...&lt;br /&gt;it was flapping its giant wings a flailing around my head&lt;br /&gt;i frantically try to swat it away,&lt;br /&gt;while trying to roll my window down&lt;br /&gt;screaming&lt;br /&gt;while attempting to keep my eyes open,&lt;br /&gt;oh and somewhere in there im driving at 50mph, oop, i mean 45mph&lt;br /&gt;the damn thing won't fly outta the window&lt;br /&gt;probably because of its MASSIVE size&lt;br /&gt;i swear, that thing had a doberman on its back!&lt;br /&gt;it was like a black &amp;amp; white horror flick&lt;br /&gt;my car swerving all over, its beady eyes honing in on me&lt;br /&gt;finally, with one quick swat it plummeted out the window&lt;br /&gt;on to terrorize another im sure&lt;br /&gt;holy crap&lt;br /&gt;all this before 8am mind you&lt;br /&gt;yea... this week is gonna rock&lt;br /&gt;happy o-canada day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. humidity friggin sucks, thats right, i said friggin. something is very wrong when you're actually perspiring while lying completely still. i want my NW weather back... the heat is brining out the bugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-5473117421043971421?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/5473117421043971421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=5473117421043971421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/5473117421043971421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/5473117421043971421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2008/06/attack-of-giant-moth-and-other.html' title='Attack of the GIANT moth and other rediculous happenings...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-3792502552678365676</id><published>2008-06-13T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:55:20.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Gas</title><content type='html'>"Holy crap" she said&lt;br /&gt;When she saw the colossal price of gas&lt;br /&gt;She didn't need even more to budget&lt;br /&gt;It was getting hard bein a single lass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess she'll have to learn&lt;br /&gt;All about dollar stretching&lt;br /&gt;And put a stop to extravagance&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, the idea wasn't fetching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, she'd have to cut out&lt;br /&gt;Her weekend shopping sprees&lt;br /&gt;Stop buying Steve Madden shoes&lt;br /&gt;Her feet would not be pleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lovely dinners&lt;br /&gt;At Anthony's Seafood House&lt;br /&gt;She'd have to settle for Skippers&lt;br /&gt;Who's fish tasted more like a mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this because&lt;br /&gt;The gas prices they were hiking&lt;br /&gt;No way, she wouldn't do it!&lt;br /&gt;Guess from now on she'll just be biking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Amanda 6/13/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-3792502552678365676?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/3792502552678365676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=3792502552678365676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/3792502552678365676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/3792502552678365676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-gas.html' title='Oh Gas'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-8469062083280204056</id><published>2008-06-13T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:19:32.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have so many things I'm looking forward to in my very near future. In fact my mind has been completely lost in thoughts of my future... the guy I'm going to be with, the great job I'll have, the beautiful shoes I'll have added to my collection... etc.  When suddenly it hit me... I'm spending sooo much time thinking and dwelling on the future that I've forgotten to enjoy the now. Why rush life right? Besides, I can't become who I want to be if I'm not working on me right now and if I'm not living my life right now. The future will be here soon enough but every moment until then is just as precious. This is my attempt to remember to stop, breathe, and enjoy the moment. Hope it inspires you to do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone is always in a hurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To get on to something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They forget to enjoy the now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That its the journey that really matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that I'm that best at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly I'm writing this to convince myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To learn to stop only living for the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead, enjoy each moment's wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really can't complain you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Each day I laugh and smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm making an new effort to really absorb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These simple happy moments, for awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure I will still think of my future often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling excitement for what's to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But just for now, for the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna smile and laugh with everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1513562248220616401-8469062083280204056?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/8469062083280204056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=8469062083280204056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/8469062083280204056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/8469062083280204056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-moment.html' title='For the Moment'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-3437708405836229086</id><published>2008-06-12T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:24:09.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Perception...</title><content type='html'>I've just recently had to deal with an issue of "bad-perception." and I couldn't help but wonder, what made these people jump to negative judgment?... if they had just asked or expressed concern regarding the matter then all those moments of turmoil they experienced during their bad perception could have be avoided. Course I'm not innocent of this, I know I have done the same before. Thats what got me to thinking about the power of our own individual, often 'fact-less' or 'opinion contaminated" perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Perception&lt;br /&gt;Not the same for everyone&lt;br /&gt;For it is the one perceiving&lt;br /&gt;Making the the one-sided decision&lt;br /&gt;Of how they'll view another&lt;br /&gt;Of how it is they'll judge&lt;br /&gt;All the while forgetting&lt;br /&gt;That their glasses have a smudge&lt;br /&gt;For perception is really&lt;br /&gt;Just a process of attaining&lt;br /&gt;So you should not form a judgment&lt;br /&gt;When there's more perceiving, in fact, remaining&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-3437708405836229086?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/3437708405836229086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=3437708405836229086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/3437708405836229086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/3437708405836229086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2008/06/ah-perception.html' title='Ah Perception...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-3838538364526533855</id><published>2008-06-05T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:23:20.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures In Domestication</title><content type='html'>Until very recently I was living in the quaint little town of Lynden for many months. Its a very cute "Andy Griffin" type town. The kind of town that makes you feel like you're missing something when you're walking, er, sauntering down the sidewalk, er, dusty ole road to town... like a fishing pole for instance. Don't get me wrong, I really did love it there. But I found my mind being slowly overtaken by foreign thoughts and ideas... thoughts about which fork really needs to be put furthest out from the plate, worries about the weather's effect on Marge's prize tomatos, urges to learn how to churn butter and endless discussions on what flowers would make the perfect dinner centerpiece. All good and fine things... but not exactly "Amanda thoughts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real clincher was when I actually had a dream about "settling down with a strapping lad, claimin' some of this here land, havin a barn raisin', and gettin to work on having a dozen lil future girl &amp;amp; boyscouts of America" that's when I decided to load my pack on my fishin pole and head outa Mayberry for the big city of Bellingham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, in all fairness the dream might have been a little influenced by watching "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers" a few too many times growing up. Basically I think all the qualities of being a domestic goddess are fabulous... just not quite me. For I am a special breed of woman that is, in fact, undomesticatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not ashamed to admit that I vastly enjoy microwaving all my food, using just one fork for dinner (no 2nd fork or knife needed!), buying my butter from a large superstore, watching SpongeBob Squarepants because I want too (not for an anklebiters), shopping for assesories instead of making them and most of all, I really like living as a single independant, albeit somewhat idealistic and opinionated, woman who isn't ashamed that i've never scrapbooked a page in my life or compared childrens toothpaste ingredients. Thats just me, thats who I am today, and I'm lovin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, all this rambling has merely been what was suppose to be a brief intro to a poem I wrote last Christmas &amp;amp; wanted to share with you now. This poem was written after my very feebel attempt at knitting. I really did try, really I did. I carried those giant sticks in my purse for weeks, poking myself and others throughout... but the fact of the matter is that with my painfully slow knitting (not to mention constant back tracking) the holiday season was well over before I hade knitted barely a foot long scarf... so, until the next holiday season, my scarf (more appropriately my "pot holder") will remain at the back of my closet (in good company with other failed domestic projects), waiting for another chance to come out and try another attempt to domestic me. Until then, enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Undomesticatable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knitting can be such a pain,&lt;br /&gt;For someone just learning how&lt;br /&gt;Loop &amp;amp; twist then loop again&lt;br /&gt;My hands are cramping now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to take forever&lt;br /&gt;For this blasted scarf to be completed&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure it’s worth the price&lt;br /&gt;Of getting my carpal tunnel treated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a $25 dollar budget was set&lt;br /&gt;For the gift exchange this year&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m really hating this homemaker crap&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be making this a career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should’ve stuck to buying stuff at the mall&lt;br /&gt;From the cheap items on the table&lt;br /&gt;Cuz this attempt at knitting has just proven my point&lt;br /&gt;That I’m Undomesticatable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Amanda 12/07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-3838538364526533855?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/3838538364526533855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=3838538364526533855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/3838538364526533855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/3838538364526533855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2008/06/until-very-recently-i-was-living-in.html' title='Adventures In Domestication'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-3956839188220495774</id><published>2008-06-05T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:35:55.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone or Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Couldn't sleep, so I wrote instead...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alone and lonely&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How similar they sound&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But do not be persuaded&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For differences abound&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The cheese may stand alone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the nursery rhyme does say&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But it doesn't mean its lonely&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or sad in any way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For one can be alone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Completely happy and content&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some might even say &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That time alone is time well spent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Its when you let in sadness&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That you change from merely being alone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Its like letting in a sharp cold draft&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Into a big warm home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Loneliness can come upon you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even when you're in a crowd&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For a crowd is not really company&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Its just pictures that are loud&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Loneliness is powerful and cruel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Knocking you down from where you stood&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After all was it not loneliness&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First of things God named not good?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But loneliness is a part of being human&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The story of history tells&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And it's a steadfast reminder&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That we are not complete in ourselves&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;~Amanda 6/4/08&lt;/p&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/1513562248220616401-3956839188220495774?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/3956839188220495774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=3956839188220495774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/3956839188220495774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/3956839188220495774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2008/06/alone-or-lonely.html' title='Alone or Lonely'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-8848831353753858950</id><published>2008-06-04T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:37:20.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is from 12/07...  &lt;p&gt;So I've been kinda annoyed with my moping and all around depressive status as of late and I figured that if I am in fact annoying myself, that I'm sure I've been driving everyone else absolutely insane. So I decided that I would force myself to write something positive. This is about all the things (or at least what I could think about) that I believe in after all these years. Even after all the storms of life, I still believe… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I Still Believe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I still believe in…. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;New beginnings&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Happy endings&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That there's some good in everyone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In soft, moonlit kisses&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day being called Mrs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That there's nothing I couldn't become&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I still believe in…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love at first sight&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Talking and texting all night&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That through written words the heart truly speaks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That there is truly someone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For each and everyone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Its when we're not looking, into our hearts love will sneak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I still believe that…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Things happen for a reason&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our lives all have seasons&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That we must cherish one day at a time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That the future is bright&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If we'd follow the light&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One step in front of the other &amp;amp; you'll not fall behind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I still believe that…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When life's getting rough&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You'll found out your tough&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That you're actually stronger then you think&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That there is much yet to learn&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Life to explore, rocks to turn&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So we must live BIG cuz it could be over in a blink&lt;/p&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/1513562248220616401-8848831353753858950?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/8848831353753858950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=8848831353753858950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/8848831353753858950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/8848831353753858950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-still-believe.html' title='I Still Believe'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-6186621995729151083</id><published>2008-06-04T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:40:57.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lather, Rinse, Repeat</title><content type='html'>This is the product of what happens when I get bored... hope it makes you smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lather, rinse, repeat&lt;br /&gt;Is what the shampoo bottle reads&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of some guys I've met&lt;br /&gt;Bare with me if you'll please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shampoo guy" always lathers you up&lt;br /&gt;Till you feel his tingling power&lt;br /&gt;Then in a blink he's gone, just like a rinse&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you crying, alone in the shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you try a few more times&lt;br /&gt;After all, it says "repeat"&lt;br /&gt;But its no surprise, "shampoo" guys don't last long&lt;br /&gt;Yet your not ready for defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you try the "conditioner guy", cuz after all,&lt;br /&gt;He makes you feel silky smooth &amp;amp; strong&lt;br /&gt;But he's just too much, he weighs you down&lt;br /&gt;Time to rinse again, "conditioner" guy is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shuffle through the cupboard of life&lt;br /&gt;and find the "volumizer guy"&lt;br /&gt;He likes to be grandiose, just too "I'm the man"&lt;br /&gt;He's really less then what meets the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "hair spray guy" has similar faults&lt;br /&gt;And his sticky, controlling side isn't fun&lt;br /&gt;You must get away, wash him out real quick&lt;br /&gt;Or else spend life on the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hair dye guy" isn't much better&lt;br /&gt;You change everything about who you are&lt;br /&gt;Soon you get tired of being fake&lt;br /&gt;Plus he only looks good from afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is "detangler guy"&lt;br /&gt;Always there to get you outta a mess&lt;br /&gt;But thats not my thing, don't need his help&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a damsel in distress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the guy who stays around&lt;br /&gt;Thats strong, smooth, someone to adore&lt;br /&gt;Lifts you up, holds you together, hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I need a guy thats like a leave-in conditioner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Amanda 5/30/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-6186621995729151083?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/6186621995729151083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=6186621995729151083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/6186621995729151083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/6186621995729151083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2008/06/lather-rinse-repeat.html' title='Lather, Rinse, Repeat'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1513562248220616401.post-7615489102172321244</id><published>2008-06-04T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:32:43.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And So It Begins</title><content type='html'>Apparently what I learned in the D.A.R.E program in 4th grade never quite stuck, as I have decided to give in to the vast bandwagon and create an official blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since I do not have a husband to brag about or children to showcase or even a pet to endlessly photograph I will simply share my witt and occasional smart ass opinions. I hope you will visit my page when ever you are in need of a smile, a chuckle, and perhaps even a "Hmm" &amp;amp; "Ahhh".  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1513562248220616401-7615489102172321244?l=missamanda43.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/feeds/7615489102172321244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1513562248220616401&amp;postID=7615489102172321244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/7615489102172321244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1513562248220616401/posts/default/7615489102172321244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missamanda43.blogspot.com/2008/06/apparently-what-i-learned-in-d.html' title='And So It Begins'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nrDBVz2qUg/ShxyHIQnseI/AAAAAAAAABU/jK4UAtT4trc/S220/l_70c2dc8a615b2b1cec380f3e8628ba6d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
