<?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-7456190306321928348</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:18:02.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~A.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-5034769067213369663</id><published>2009-05-04T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:22:50.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on OVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://designingalifeilove-amy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 95px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Sf8yXBcGYYI/AAAAAAAAA0k/hnJzSe43zpw/s400/Blog+Header+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332035854934630786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should really check out my new blog, &lt;a href="http://designingalifeilove-amy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Designing a Life I love.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I really like it over there, and I've changed things up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hubby tells me all the time that I love starting stuff, but never finishing it.  So, in the spirit of starting something new, head over there!  It's full of neat decorating tips and other ideas to design the life. . . YOU love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://designingalifeilove-amy.blogspot.com/"&gt;See you there!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-5034769067213369663?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/5034769067213369663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=5034769067213369663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/5034769067213369663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/5034769067213369663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-on-over.html' title='Come on OVER!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Sf8yXBcGYYI/AAAAAAAAA0k/hnJzSe43zpw/s72-c/Blog+Header+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-3116782561852196613</id><published>2008-10-28T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:19:54.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pictures that MAKE me happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just had a conversation with a coworker about the weather change. As much as I love the holidays, and how happy I am about the hot, muggy weather being replaced by crisp, cool air, I am starting to worry about the "winter blahs..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm posting pictures that make me happy. Here's some RANDOM pictures that when I look at, make me happy in one decorating way or another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this idea - putting a piece of wallpaper, or hand-stenciling inside a little girl's closet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqWqybwPI/AAAAAAAAAtI/9eYry6Baqsk/s1600-h/pretty+girl+room+2+southernliving+website.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqWqybwPI/AAAAAAAAAtI/9eYry6Baqsk/s400/pretty+girl+room+2+southernliving+website.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262221258537025778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one for hot pink walls, but I absolutely LOVE the stencil "S" on the headboard!  How easy would THAT be!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqWbE3euI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Z2Wn4FpzDWc/s1600-h/pretty+girl+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqWbE3euI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Z2Wn4FpzDWc/s400/pretty+girl+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262221254319373026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqWBMQZlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/aIE1hQ_brVg/s1600-h/poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqWBMQZlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/aIE1hQ_brVg/s400/poem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262221247371044434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://kellylautenbach.typepad.com/thinking_out_loud_for_all/"&gt;Kelly's&lt;/a&gt; bookcase.  I love how she decorates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqLSKeNNI/AAAAAAAAAsw/lefa8DrqJWY/s1600-h/Living-Room-Bookshelves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqLSKeNNI/AAAAAAAAAsw/lefa8DrqJWY/s400/Living-Room-Bookshelves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262221062948402386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dreamy little girl's room!  Candice Olsen did this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqLMIKGNI/AAAAAAAAAso/5yYba31UTMU/s1600-h/kids+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqLMIKGNI/AAAAAAAAAso/5yYba31UTMU/s400/kids+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262221061328083154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this bedroom, the ceiling, and the little sitting area next to the bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqKq5sVxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ZFt0G2_I-9E/s1600-h/dreamy+bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqKq5sVxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ZFt0G2_I-9E/s400/dreamy+bathroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262221052409042706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a peaceful bath.  I think I'm drawn to the can lights and the chandelier, but I'm not a fan of the statue and columns, nor that gold mirror and sconces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqKHMUJ6I/AAAAAAAAAsY/pCYn1rb74Do/s1600-h/bathroom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqKHMUJ6I/AAAAAAAAAsY/pCYn1rb74Do/s400/bathroom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262221042823473058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love, love, LOVE &lt;a href="http://amymowbray.typepad.com/"&gt;Amy's&lt;/a&gt; new kitchen.  What a bold statement with black cabinets!  I just love it!!  Her site is down temporarily, but it will hopefully be back up and running soon.  Instead, just enjoy her kitchen a while, won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqJ9eN8pI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/AcRRDUHJa_g/s1600-h/AmyMowbray-kit-after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqJ9eN8pI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/AcRRDUHJa_g/s400/AmyMowbray-kit-after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262221040214209170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. . . this has made me HAPPY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-3116782561852196613?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/3116782561852196613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=3116782561852196613' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3116782561852196613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3116782561852196613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-pictures-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Some Pictures that MAKE me happy...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SQcqWqybwPI/AAAAAAAAAtI/9eYry6Baqsk/s72-c/pretty+girl+room+2+southernliving+website.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-4534188713301387932</id><published>2008-10-17T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:29:57.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My, how time FLIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SPiulfo_6xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Ak5a2SZJUJc/s1600-h/MVC-021F.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SPiulfo_6xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Ak5a2SZJUJc/s400/MVC-021F.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258144524126907154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow. It's already the middle of October. I guess it's time to start thinking about Christmas cards... more on that here. I like to get started early, so that I can have them finished this year. Yeah. That's it. Because I'm NOT a procrastinator. I'm on top of it. All the time. Stop laughing, Mom. (She knows the truth...) I'm a last-minute person. That's the truth. But I get it honest! I think if I finished up my Christmas cards by the end of October, I'd have a corinary and fall in the floor. I wouldn't know what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SPiukSU-pCI/AAAAAAAAAqk/zWbwoJ83Eck/s1600-h/MVC-025F-7.15.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SPiukSU-pCI/AAAAAAAAAqk/zWbwoJ83Eck/s400/MVC-025F-7.15.03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258144503373407266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, last night in Brendan's backpack, I found a proof from the school photographer with his school pictures in them. He had his jacket on the first picture, and then they took it off for the second one. So cute! But, I almost didn't recognize the little guy! He's growing up so fast. His little toddler cheeks are gone, and replaced with slimmer, more grown-up features. He's becoming a big boy now. How did that happen!? I look at him EVERY DAY. But somehow I missed seeing the new features of his face... I don't know how it happened, but time has taken my son on his own life's journey. He's becoming a man.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SPiulibJubI/AAAAAAAAArE/rDh66IN9ER0/s1600-h/peyton13mo-bikini+smile2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SPiulibJubI/AAAAAAAAArE/rDh66IN9ER0/s400/peyton13mo-bikini+smile2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258144524874135986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time.  You win again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put down his picture, and at 9:30pm last night, I crept into his room (and ended up waking him up) and held him like a baby. I knelt down at his bed, and I scooped my arms around his shoulders, and his legs, and I just kissed and cried, kissed and cried... I couldn't believe he didn't fit into my arms anymore. He wakes up enough to begin "twigging" my hair. Twigging is a term he made up to describe the need to gently tangle his fingers deeply into my hair. I LOVE when he does this. This makes me cry harder. I must've been in there for almost a half an hour. He whispers, "Mamanini, tell me a story. . . " and I tell him a made-up story about a little boy that has a magical book that he pulls from his shelf and opens it, and goes to ________ (Bren fills this part in. It used to be Scooby Do, then Cars, and now Transformers.) and the boy gets to interact with his favorite characters. Bren loves this. It makes him feel as if he's right there. Except this time, Bumblebee wishes to go back with the boy, and I left the story with Brendan coming back home, putting the book on the shelf, and hearing a black and yellow mustang motor revving in the driveway. Brendan smiles, and goes back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying all this to say, it's got me kinda nostalgic today, so enjoy some older pictures that made me smile today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-4534188713301387932?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/4534188713301387932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=4534188713301387932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4534188713301387932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4534188713301387932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-how-time-flies.html' title='My, how time FLIES'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SPiulfo_6xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Ak5a2SZJUJc/s72-c/MVC-021F.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-2711167547523692206</id><published>2008-09-25T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:46:47.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it's official...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SNwEfoedXgI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Jo2M1Uxg2yM/s1600-h/graduation_cap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SNwEfoedXgI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Jo2M1Uxg2yM/s400/graduation_cap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250076207094783490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just filled out my graduation application form to graduate in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this!  Is this really happening!?  Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, this is fifteen years in the making.  Know the movie, "Tommy Boy?"  Yeah, you know you do.  Tommy took just under a decate to complete a four-year degree.  Well, I'm worse.  MUCH WORSE.  It's taken me 15 years to complete a two-year degree.  Wow.  That's something to brag about. (I'm using my sarcastic tone, and rolling my eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I took a break nine hours short of completing my degree.  I then got married, made a home, and raised a few kids.  I was living the dream.  There's just one small detail of my life I felt unfinished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That blasted diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've participated in 19 commencement exercises at MSU.  I've seen friends walk across the stage, then little sisters and brothers of friends, then babies I babysat graduate, then kids I taught in Sunday School.  I'm literally graduating with little ones that I attended their baby shower.  They were the baby.  Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares!?  I'm officially marking off "have a college diploma before you die" on my life's checklist.  There is a small light at the end of the college tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen years in the making.  {laughing sarcastically.}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-2711167547523692206?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/2711167547523692206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=2711167547523692206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2711167547523692206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2711167547523692206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-its-official.html' title='Well, it&apos;s official...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SNwEfoedXgI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Jo2M1Uxg2yM/s72-c/graduation_cap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-4054038600844981000</id><published>2008-07-09T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:44.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering a Friend and Companion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SHT9UmKytfI/AAAAAAAAAeU/G1Gz_BR-spc/s1600-h/DSC02294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SHT9UmKytfI/AAAAAAAAAeU/G1Gz_BR-spc/s400/DSC02294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221076398314272242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, I feel like such a weirdo to allow myself to get upset over such petty things.  Even now, as I read over some of your blogs, I know that death has entered, and changed, your lives in a terrible, and mighty way. I realize that for a lot of women, pain and sorrow run deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I haven't lost a child.  I haven't lost a member of my "human" family.  This past weekend, I said "Goodbye" to my beloved 14-yr. old schnauzer, Murphy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand, I'm not comparing my sorrow with a mother who has lost her child.  Nor am I comparing it to someone who has lost a family member, or even a real human friend.  Those griefs are so painful - I know those sorrows are altogether in a different world of hurt.  But, if you will allow me, I'd like to share with you a little tale of a beloved friend and companion for 14 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was given Murphy as a six-week old puppy from my GaGa, who has passed on over ten years ago.  Murphy was my link to a beautiful past with my Grandma.  She raised schnauzers, and if you ever GaGa, a schnauzer was not too far behind.  People from all over Kentucky, as well as Tennessee (Nashville, Memphis, no distance was apparently too far for schnauzer lovers!!) would come to her home and gaze upon those beautiful gray furballs and pick out a puppy to take home with them.  This gave my GaGa a little bit of spending money, and years of puppy LOVE.  When she passed away (peacefully in her home), her two schnauzers stayed in the family as if they were her babies.  It felt wrong to place them anywhere else.  Buddy went to live with my parents, and Molly went to live with my husband's parents.  It all worked out, even in the midst of great pain and sorrow over my GaGa's unexpected death, her babies were all taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was gone, Murphy meant that much more to me.  He was not only our firstborn (he even howled in the middle of the night, just so someone would get up and play with him! Oh, the things we do with our pets!) he taught us how to be parents, in a way.  To be responsible.  He taught our children how to handle pets, and they taught him patience.  When Murphy had a stroke a year and a half ago, we weren't ready to say goodbye.  We nursed him back to almost full health.  And he enjoyed his "golden years".  He was such an amazing dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, goodbye, sweet Murphy.  I know you know how much you meant to me.  And, even though there wasn't a funeral for you, or kind words said at your memorial service, we've lost a member of our family who was kind, loving, and patient with us.  Peyton wants to know if you can fly now.  And Brendan said to "say hi to Jesus for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll forever live in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, dear friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-4054038600844981000?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/4054038600844981000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=4054038600844981000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4054038600844981000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4054038600844981000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2008/07/remembering-friend-and-companion.html' title='Remembering a Friend and Companion...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SHT9UmKytfI/AAAAAAAAAeU/G1Gz_BR-spc/s72-c/DSC02294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-3081390736334198860</id><published>2008-06-05T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:44.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WINNER of a logo contest!  Wo-HOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SEgMFMPUSPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/05FELQmWwko/s1600-h/EV+Logo+2+-+fleur+de+lis+scroll2+jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SEgMFMPUSPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/05FELQmWwko/s400/EV+Logo+2+-+fleur+de+lis+scroll2+jpeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208426252378327282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can't tell you how excited I am in winning a logo contest!  That is very humbling for me.  Hope you enjoy this link to &lt;a href="http://equusvilla.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-we-have-winner.html"&gt;Julie's website&lt;/a&gt; that shows you some of the logo entries.  Oh, I also did the "dots logo" entry.  WELL, she said enter as many times as you like, so I entered TWICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so busy working and trying to keep up with everyone's schedules (and failing miserably!!), I've really neglected this blog.  Just hang in there, more will follow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-3081390736334198860?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/3081390736334198860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=3081390736334198860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3081390736334198860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3081390736334198860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2008/06/winner-of-humble-contest-wo-hoo.html' title='WINNER of a logo contest!  Wo-HOO!!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SEgMFMPUSPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/05FELQmWwko/s72-c/EV+Logo+2+-+fleur+de+lis+scroll2+jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-41023278024047341</id><published>2008-05-14T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:45.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SCs8c9ysnXI/AAAAAAAAAco/oAygVq-mOis/s1600-h/gettingreadylogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SCs8c9ysnXI/AAAAAAAAAco/oAygVq-mOis/s400/gettingreadylogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200316663050575218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for some reason, I've been thinking about Christmas lately.  I know, I know - - WHY, Amy??  Why torture yourself with the impending stressful holiday season!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to start blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, you know as well as I do, when you feel you're a self-proclaimed expert (or you THINK you are), you must begin to blog about it, so others can marvel at your witty posts and all-knowing knowledge about knowledgeable things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come visit me at my &lt;a href="http://getreadyforchristmas.blogspot.com"&gt;new blog, Get Ready for Christmas!&lt;/a&gt;  It's gonna be a hoot!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-41023278024047341?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/41023278024047341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=41023278024047341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/41023278024047341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/41023278024047341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-blog.html' title='NEW blog!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SCs8c9ysnXI/AAAAAAAAAco/oAygVq-mOis/s72-c/gettingreadylogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-5931706900865419733</id><published>2008-04-29T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:46.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT kids' room idea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SBd5Elr1esI/AAAAAAAAAbM/fyZpcbtrPp4/s1600-h/kids_rooms_desk_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SBd5Elr1esI/AAAAAAAAAbM/fyZpcbtrPp4/s400/kids_rooms_desk_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194753814937565890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, I'm browsing &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/"&gt;Martha Stewart's website&lt;/a&gt;, when I accidentally ran across &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/dream-desk?lnc=aeebab78367ee010VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;rsc=dl_subsections_kids_kids-rooms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (accidental, I say!  I swear it!!) and decided it was too good to forget.  This page is all about a "dream desk" for your child's bedroom!  I love it because it's a desk, storage, and a nice, comfy spot to do homework, all in ONE!  And, it doesn't take up too much space. That nifty seat just slides right underneath the desk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta love THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna put this niblet of an idea &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/dream-desk?lnc=aeebab78367ee010VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;rsc=dl_subsections_kids_kids-rooms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, just so I don't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SBd5tlr1etI/AAAAAAAAAbU/-kvpQP1MhEc/s1600-h/mandys-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SBd5tlr1etI/AAAAAAAAAbU/-kvpQP1MhEc/s400/mandys-house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194754519312202450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  My baby sis, Mandy, is building a house.  BUILDING!  I'm so envious.  She has some &lt;a href="http://www.allplans.com/plans/hpg-1751.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very cute plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that her hubby and her finalized, and they're gonna break ground in a week or two.  She has asked me for advice on decorating, colors, fabrics, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't resist that!!  I'm soooo excited!!!  I'm living vicariously through her.  She gets all the good stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start posting some cool ideas here.  Then, she can look at them at her leisure...  Hmmm. . . ideas growing. . . and growing. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-5931706900865419733?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/5931706900865419733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=5931706900865419733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/5931706900865419733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/5931706900865419733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-kids-room-idea.html' title='GREAT kids&apos; room idea!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/SBd5Elr1esI/AAAAAAAAAbM/fyZpcbtrPp4/s72-c/kids_rooms_desk_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-4500021709607442635</id><published>2008-04-25T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:30:37.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not even gonna Apologize...</title><content type='html'>I've been super busy, friends, and that's all.  Not that I haven't thought about updating, but life is getting in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch you up later - HA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is something I want you to just enjoy - take a couple minutes and enjoy the Amazing history of Amazing Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMF_24cQqT0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMF_24cQqT0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-4500021709607442635?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/4500021709607442635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=4500021709607442635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4500021709607442635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4500021709607442635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-even-gonna-apologize.html' title='Not even gonna Apologize...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-3798560447726098015</id><published>2008-02-18T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:47:00.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a CUTE store!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.queenbeeonline.net/images/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.queenbeeonline.net/images/logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.queenbeeonline.net/images/QB_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.queenbeeonline.net/images/QB_main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop what I'm doing.  RIGHT NOW.  I must post this before I forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is this store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.queenbeeonline.net/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queen Bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is out of Nashville, TN.  Now, I haven't had the pleasure of gliding across its threshold, but BELIEVE ME.  The next opportunity I get, I'm THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.queenbeeonline.net/images/QB_about.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.queenbeeonline.net/images/QB_about.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cutest little store EVER!  I love all these items.  I want this girl to decorate my house.  With all this cute stuff.  And I believe my house would become cute.  Just because she was in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. . . I just LOVE cuteness!!  LOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-3798560447726098015?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/3798560447726098015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=3798560447726098015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3798560447726098015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3798560447726098015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-cute-store.html' title='What a CUTE store!!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-3648796103375073294</id><published>2008-02-16T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T08:54:39.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Thinking...</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when I am ready to be creative, there's so many other things that get in the way???  I am in overwhelm, people, so this post will be short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots have happened since January - - I am the event coordinator of a tradeshow we're having in the RSEC.  It's called the Murray Bridal Show, and it will be truly amazing.  If you live in my area, you really need to stop by.  Weeruns Consignment will be selling clothing for kids, toys for kids, and lots of other stuff on the upper level, and the Bridal Show will be on the lower level.  If you are a bride, or know a bride, PLEASE stop by.  We have a really great tradeshow for you!  FREE ADMISSION!!  You can read more about it on its own blog &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.murraybridalshow.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also taken on the role of Children's Choir co-director.  I really do enjoy working with those kids!  The kids ages range K-6th grades, and they are truly talented!  We did a special at Church back in January, and are gearing up for "5th Sunday Night Singing" at church in March.  I've encouraged the kids to step out of their comfort zones, and really start singing for God.  Their enthusiasm is overwhelming.  I love to see kids on fire for Jesus.  What amazing things God can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby gave me a diamond necklace for Valentine's Day!!  He hasn't given me diamonds since our 5th year anniversary, which was about nine years ago!!  I'm very picky when it comes to jewelry, so he has managed to steer clear of buying me such finery, but he went out on a limb, and did a phenominal job!  I'll post a pic later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Peyton's birthday is next weekend, and I've not gotten her invites in the mail yet.  Guess what I'm doing after this???????  She wants a "hello kitty" birthday party.  If you have any ideas to throw in my direction, I'm all ears.  I'll post more about this party later as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a snippet of Amy's life.  I hate posting without pictures, but hang in there - you'll see some very soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-3648796103375073294?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/3648796103375073294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=3648796103375073294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3648796103375073294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3648796103375073294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2008/02/creative-thinking.html' title='Creative Thinking...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-4525475383744500383</id><published>2008-01-22T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:48.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone for a puppet show?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R5ZYoW7uhYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3rFaTEceDKc/s1600-h/IMG_1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158407873573586306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R5ZYoW7uhYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3rFaTEceDKc/s400/IMG_1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend, I've finally mustered up enough energy to pull down the Christmas tree. I know, I know. DON'T hate me. I'm a little mad at myself, too, but I couldn't help it this year! Brad, the kids and I celebrated New Year's Day at a cottage in Kenlake, thereby messing up my year-end routine of having the tree down before the new year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. At least, I had all the ornaments and lights off of it, right after the first of the year. It didn't help that every time we came home, Peyton yelled, "CAN WE LIGHT THE TREE?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I was sitting at the computer, reading other bloggers who really WRITE in their blogs, when all of a sudden, I see this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R5ZYpm7uhaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jpxBaD_f77E/s1600-h/IMG_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158407895048422818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R5ZYpm7uhaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jpxBaD_f77E/s400/IMG_1229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my daughter, hunkered down in a worthless attempt at concealing herself behind her booster seat, with a Christmas ornament she made in Mrs. Gretchen's class. The little vixen must've stolen it from the tree while I wasn't looking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R5ZYpW7uhZI/AAAAAAAAAZM/SEaDIwEuGR0/s1600-h/IMG_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158407890753455506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R5ZYpW7uhZI/AAAAAAAAAZM/SEaDIwEuGR0/s400/IMG_1228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. It's all good fun in January. Those little tokens of decorations you forgot to put away sure come back to bite you in the tree-trunk! Now, where is that Brendan, you say? He's at Little Dribblers, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R5ZZh27uhbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/br8P1pgI2EY/s1600-h/IMG_1277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158408861416064434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R5ZZh27uhbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/br8P1pgI2EY/s400/IMG_1277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R5ZZiW7uhdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/tFWNQSJPPDY/s1600-h/IMG_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158408870005999058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R5ZZiW7uhdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/tFWNQSJPPDY/s400/IMG_1287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't he CUTE!? I get all goose-bumped at his little stroll around the basketball floor of my Alma Mater. Man, this gymnasium has shrunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R5ZZiG7uhcI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ZXArBF7GWfs/s1600-h/IMG_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158408865711031746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R5ZZiG7uhcI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ZXArBF7GWfs/s400/IMG_1275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, NO, I haven't gotten bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe a few pounds. . . here and there. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-4525475383744500383?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/4525475383744500383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=4525475383744500383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4525475383744500383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4525475383744500383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2008/01/anyone-for-puppet-show.html' title='Anyone for a puppet show?'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R5ZYoW7uhYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3rFaTEceDKc/s72-c/IMG_1227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-8926351886181632068</id><published>2008-01-08T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:48.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone for some FREE scrapbooking online classes!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R4PrDm7uhVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/22fw5fS7wbc/s1600-h/stacyjulian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R4PrDm7uhVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/22fw5fS7wbc/s400/stacyjulian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153220845865174354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://www.tracieclaiborne.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracie from TN&lt;/a&gt; just posted about some free Big Picture Scrapbooking classes, and I thought I'd share them as well (since I've just signed up for them, and I know 85% of the people looking at this LOVE scrapbooking):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is called "Get a LOAD of this!" and you are challenged to create a layout a day.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.bigpicturescrapbooking.com/janchallenge.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to sign-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is called "Kid Perspective" and it's all about adding your kid's voice into your pages! Too cool!&lt;br /&gt;Sign up for that one &lt;a href="http://www.bigpicturescrapbooking.com/perspective.php"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is called ScrapHappy and it's by Stacy Julian (that's her sittin' there all cute, above).&lt;br /&gt;She basically just gives you a pep talk, I think, about scrapping.&lt;br /&gt;Boy do I need one right about now! Sign up for it.... &lt;a href="http://www.bigpicturescrapbooking.com/scraphappy.php"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-8926351886181632068?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/8926351886181632068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=8926351886181632068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/8926351886181632068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/8926351886181632068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2008/01/anyone-for-some-free-scrapbooking.html' title='Anyone for some FREE scrapbooking online classes!?'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R4PrDm7uhVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/22fw5fS7wbc/s72-c/stacyjulian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-6045803342946975346</id><published>2008-01-03T11:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:49.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy JANUARY!!</title><content type='html'>The phrase "HAPPY JANUARY!" came very boldly out of the lips of Miss Peyton as she headed up the steps to Nana's house yesterday.  Nana hadn't seen her for most of the break, so it was a well needed yummy visit with Nana, and a welcome back into a routine in which I DESPERATELY needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali Edwards is telling all of us to find our &lt;a href="http://aliedwards.typepad.com/_a_/2007/12/an-end-a-beginn.html"&gt;"WORD of the Year"&lt;/a&gt; to help us determine our mission for the year.  Last year, my word was OPPORTUNITY.  I really felt like I stepped up to the plate last year, and ventured into "Graphic Design-Land."  I took on several projects, gained some pretty impressive clientel, and made a good mark on my dream of one day being at home with the kiddies, working out of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I've really struggled.  I know that I want to become a better wife, a better mother, but most of all, I want to get ORGANIZED and clean up my house!!  I really want a clean and functioning home, complete with clean laundry and dishes.  All cabinets and rooms in order, but most of all to feel GOOD about entering and existing in my own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since PURGE isn't really a good word (that's what I really need to do to create ORDER in my home), I used this word instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTIVATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It covers all bases.  Jeanette gave me this idea, because it is HER word.  I just stole it to use for mine as well.  Oh well, she's cool.  I don't think she'll mind.  (hee hee hee...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can remain MOTIVATED in my thoughts to create peace and harmony in my home, it will happen.  I just need to remain there, and see where it takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  Oh!  Check this out:  I want to use these colors to create a peaceful, and serene bedroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R31C327uhUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6X7TVbbJFq0/s1600-h/bird+nest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R31C327uhUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6X7TVbbJFq0/s400/bird+nest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151347076187981122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. . . simplicity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-6045803342946975346?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/6045803342946975346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=6045803342946975346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/6045803342946975346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/6045803342946975346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-january.html' title='Happy JANUARY!!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R31C327uhUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6X7TVbbJFq0/s72-c/bird+nest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-7913371123354528749</id><published>2007-12-27T08:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:52.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK, Nana - we're BAKING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3PaHW7uhOI/AAAAAAAAAX0/_PZQXSdQvf0/s1600-h/IMG_1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148698618964640994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3PaHW7uhOI/AAAAAAAAAX0/_PZQXSdQvf0/s400/IMG_1221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy and I decided to make ANOTHER big mess in the kitchen, so we're making cookies, 'cause I just can't rest until I make them! And, by the way, it's about 9:30am. I went to bed thinking about cookies, and I woke up thinking about them! Mommy told me I had to eat a bowl of cereal first, so I wouldn't get sick on so much sugar. What does she know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3PaHm7uhPI/AAAAAAAAAX8/5XFUow8bNt4/s1600-h/IMG_1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148698623259608306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3PaHm7uhPI/AAAAAAAAAX8/5XFUow8bNt4/s400/IMG_1222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it pretty!? It came with a heart cutout, and I made my own DESIGNER cookie! I liked it soooo much, Mommy had to take the picture with my hands on it. I just couldn't help it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's the first bite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3PaH27uhQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hKkW0aeKcxc/s1600-h/IMG_1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148698627554575618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3PaH27uhQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hKkW0aeKcxc/s400/IMG_1223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRETTY GOOD! {...and, that's my "my mouth's full, but okay, I'll smile" pose.} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3PaIG7uhRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/v_OF9wJT4qM/s1600-h/IMG_1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148698631849542930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3PaIG7uhRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/v_OF9wJT4qM/s400/IMG_1224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just LOOOOVE my new easy bake oven I got from Nana!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3PaIm7uhSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/_-5xNlX0Yxk/s1600-h/IMG_1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148698640439477538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3PaIm7uhSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/_-5xNlX0Yxk/s400/IMG_1225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one, however, is Mommy's cookie.... maybe she'll let me have a taste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3Pb427uhTI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YLbvf6lrzEc/s1600-h/IMG_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148700568879793458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3Pb427uhTI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YLbvf6lrzEc/s400/IMG_1226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh. . . Mommy's HOME!  Thanks, Nana, for the Easy Bake Oven!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-7913371123354528749?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/7913371123354528749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=7913371123354528749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7913371123354528749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7913371123354528749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/12/look-nana-were-baking.html' title='LOOK, Nana - we&apos;re BAKING!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3PaHW7uhOI/AAAAAAAAAX0/_PZQXSdQvf0/s72-c/IMG_1221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-8199084739222948644</id><published>2007-12-25T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:52.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3HTNm7uhNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/KIw7YbWj1Dk/s1600-h/IMG_0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148128079804007634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3HTNm7uhNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/KIw7YbWj1Dk/s400/IMG_0938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May this Christmas bring you everything your heart desires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas from my family to YOURS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, thanks for the presents, dear family! I soooooo loved each and every one of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-8199084739222948644?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/8199084739222948644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=8199084739222948644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/8199084739222948644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/8199084739222948644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R3HTNm7uhNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/KIw7YbWj1Dk/s72-c/IMG_0938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-6485001987401420460</id><published>2007-12-21T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:52.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags. . . you're IT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R2x9VG7uhMI/AAAAAAAAAXk/oPpF-osrSRI/s1600-h/IMG_0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146626275769484482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R2x9VG7uhMI/AAAAAAAAAXk/oPpF-osrSRI/s400/IMG_0960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in love. I'm truly giddy and salivating over the tags I made to go on the gifts this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHO SAID WORKING MOTHERS CAN'T CRAFT ON OCCASION!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I must tell you. . . I am truly jealous over all you SAHM's out there who can homeschool your children, post (with picture) your latest culinary delight from the kitchen, organize your guest closet (because all the others are already organized), and still have enough time to scrapbook a page a day during the holidays. Yep, jealous. Truly I am. It's a love-hate thing. I only hate you because I wish I could do all the things you do, but I absolutely LOVE the posts you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I tried to find it, but SOMEONE OUT THERE posted the cutest presents wrapped in the CUTEST way with the CUTEST tags and the CUTEST fabric ribbon, coordinated under their beautiful tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm in LOVE with those cute little tags on the presents! It reminds me of how I think tags should be on gifts. Personalized. Not the sticker kind, but something more. Something that says, "Even though I waited until the last minute and wrestled another shopper to the ground to get your gift, I cared enough to make you a personalized tag. . . because darn it, YOU'RE special."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothin' says LUVIN' like a homemade tag.  And, by the way, the tags were bought predone at Wal-Mart, and I used colored markers and sharpies.  I even pulled out the ever-impressive WHITE sharpie. {insert gasp here.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, man, aren't those tags CUTE!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geesh - I totally need to get a life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-6485001987401420460?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/6485001987401420460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=6485001987401420460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/6485001987401420460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/6485001987401420460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/12/tags-youre-it.html' title='Tags. . . you&apos;re IT!!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R2x9VG7uhMI/AAAAAAAAAXk/oPpF-osrSRI/s72-c/IMG_0960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-5649921634686586749</id><published>2007-12-18T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:53.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS, a week away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R2f9Em7uhLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/IZv3AQFT1YY/s1600-h/holiday_stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R2f9Em7uhLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/IZv3AQFT1YY/s400/holiday_stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145359354906444978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is it really a week away?  If you're like me, we're ALL a bit frazzled.  Brendan came to me last night, and confessed he saw a bag in my room.  Now, he knows not to even go into our room, or he'll ruin his Christmas.  So, I am in panic mode, trying to figure out WHICH bag he saw!!  Actually, we ended up going into Mommy and Daddy's room, and it was a bag of gift bags, so, we're in the clear.  I'm so afraid he'll see something, I think I'll just wrap stuff tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, I CAN'T.  We have Little Dribblers tonight!  Yep, it's that time of year to PILE ON STUFF IN THE MIDDLE OF STUFF, SO WE CAN STRESS ABOUT THE STUFF NOT HAVING TO DO WITH CHRISTMAS STUFF!!!!  (panting like Miss Piggy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, I am starting to think that the people who think they have all the answers about "how NOT to be stressed over the holidays" is just a smoke-and-mirrors effect about perspective.  Yes, I'm stressed.  Yes, I need a day to myself, so I can get my Christmas Cards in the mail, presents wrapped, laundry washed for tonight's Little Dribbler Performance, dishes washed, ornaments wrapped for choir, and still have enough time to figure out just how many gifts I have left to purchase.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I realize the person who does NOT have these things. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also doesn't have the two beautiful children I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the understanding hubby that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the FAMILY I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have enough time to sit down and write articles about "how not to be stressed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that in mind. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO OUT AND GET STRESSED!!  It's really okay if you haven't started Christmas shopping.  It's what Christmas is all about!!  It's really okay to be so far behind, you feel really out of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the SEASON!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-5649921634686586749?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/5649921634686586749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=5649921634686586749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/5649921634686586749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/5649921634686586749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-week-away.html' title='CHRISTMAS, a week away!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R2f9Em7uhLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/IZv3AQFT1YY/s72-c/holiday_stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-7804044624693576071</id><published>2007-12-13T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:53.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVEAWAY TIME!   POST THAT COMMENT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R2Fn3eIZBAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Z7mmNIqhaDI/s1600-h/snowy+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R2Fn3eIZBAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Z7mmNIqhaDI/s400/snowy+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143506452112540674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for my first EVER giveaway! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you visited any blogs lately that are paying it forward?  I'm paying it forward after &lt;a href="http://www.amymowbray.typepad.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; payed it forward to me!  Here's how this works.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The first three people to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leave a comment&lt;/span&gt; on this post will receive a surprise from me!   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you are one of the first three posters, you then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;agree to pay it forward on YOUR blog&lt;/span&gt;.  Yep, you need a blog to participate.  The things you give away can be anything--supplies, stamps, hand made items, whatever you like. It can even be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;suprise&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is such a great time to do this as we are in a season of giving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will contact the three winners via email and send you some COOL STUFF!  Okay, some surprises.  Heck, I don't know what it is yet, but it'll be good!  Trust me!!&lt;/p&gt;'Tis the season of GIVING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-7804044624693576071?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/7804044624693576071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=7804044624693576071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7804044624693576071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7804044624693576071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/12/giveaway-time-post-that-comment.html' title='GIVEAWAY TIME!   POST THAT COMMENT!!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R2Fn3eIZBAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Z7mmNIqhaDI/s72-c/snowy+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-3463326822632767189</id><published>2007-12-11T07:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:53.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Told Me My Life Would Change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R16wq-IZA_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/zI4mQbhVZYU/s1600-h/Brendan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R16wq-IZA_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/zI4mQbhVZYU/s400/Brendan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142742076782871538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they DIDN'T tell me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; would change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that I'd never, ever be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven years ago yesterday, my life changed in ways I never would have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into labor three weeks early, my body not ready,&lt;br /&gt;but the doctors telling me I was in danger,&lt;br /&gt;Praying you were okay, that my body hadn't put stress on you,&lt;br /&gt;52 hours of labor, and then,&lt;br /&gt;During the Mickey Mouse Christmas Carol, when that Ducky Scrooge&lt;br /&gt;Walks down the village road,&lt;br /&gt;My water breaks.&lt;br /&gt;And, you were born, not making a sound.&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;But then, a little squeal.  Then a cry.  A beautiful, BEAUTIFUL cry.&lt;br /&gt;Your Daddy looked at me and said, "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH" in a way&lt;br /&gt;I'd never heard before.&lt;br /&gt;And, there, in that very hospital room, my life as a woman, as a wife,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly became a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking you home, protecting you, caring for you.&lt;br /&gt;Worrying that you were sleeping too long.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping too little.&lt;br /&gt;Eating enough.&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home for weeks- you were so tiny, I was SCARED to take you out.&lt;br /&gt;Living life on tidbits of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of this pales in comparison to the changes in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving&lt;/span&gt; at a level deeper than I ever knew possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seeing&lt;/span&gt; the world in a whole new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling&lt;/span&gt; more compassion.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling greater depths of sorrow. . . with every tragic news story I'd see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knowing&lt;/span&gt; that no matter what was happening with the news, some Mom's "baby" was&lt;br /&gt;involved - - someone who loved her child in exactly the same way I love mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding&lt;/span&gt; why it mattered when I stayed out late in High School.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the depth of my Mother's love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believing&lt;/span&gt; that miracles REALLY DO HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby boy is seven years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Brendan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for changing my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for changing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, kiddo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-3463326822632767189?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/3463326822632767189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=3463326822632767189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3463326822632767189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3463326822632767189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/12/they-told-me-my-life-would-change.html' title='They Told Me My Life Would Change...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R16wq-IZA_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/zI4mQbhVZYU/s72-c/Brendan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-6675149228964532708</id><published>2007-12-06T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:54.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paying it Forward: COMING SOON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R1iBE-IZA7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/sRVo4InovCI/s1600-h/red_gift_boxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R1iBE-IZA7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/sRVo4InovCI/s400/red_gift_boxes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141000897041073074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I happened to be the THIRD winner on &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://amymowbray.typepad.com/my_weblog/2007/12/paying-it-forwa.html"&gt;Amy's Blog&lt;/a&gt;, a blog I check daily and absolutely SALIVATE over!  She's got a great eye for scrapbooking, card making, and anything family-related, and she seems so down to earth!  I feel like I know her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting this to tell you, part of my "reward" means that I'll be hosting my FIRST "Giveaway" very soon, so stay posted!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The giveaway will be very soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh the anticipation. . .!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY TUNED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7456190306321928348-6675149228964532708?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/6675149228964532708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=6675149228964532708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/6675149228964532708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/6675149228964532708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/12/paying-it-forward-coming-soon.html' title='Paying it Forward: COMING SOON!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R1iBE-IZA7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/sRVo4InovCI/s72-c/red_gift_boxes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-2228170963313793470</id><published>2007-12-03T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:55.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because I am the QUEEN of multi-tasking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R1SC_eIZA6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/_oagqjPnqGc/s1600-R/vern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R1SC_eIZA6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/in0wi4OJzho/s400/vern.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139877101668205474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a reminder to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest and most nobelest Amy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to TiVo &lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/hgtv/shows_hddsn"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Deserving Design"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on HGTV.   It is an AWESOME show, and you know you loved it the MINUTE you saw it!  Don't watch it now, because you have a final next week, and that little holiday coming up to prepare for and get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vern Yip.  What a decorator!!  He can turn this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R1SCCeIZA5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/wxvwgno6pH4/s1600-R/deserving+design+before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R1SCCeIZA5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/g8Yw47Jwc1Y/s400/deserving+design+before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139876053696185234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R1SCCOIZA4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/pngETh8A2ZM/s1600-R/deserving+design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R1SCCOIZA4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/AcaCa5SWEiA/s400/deserving+design.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139876049401217922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible.  I can just SIT in this living room.  So simple.  So elegant.  And I WANT that chandelier.  Very classic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to post a non-holiday-related post, and so I wouldn't forget to remain extremely busy after the holidays...  LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-2228170963313793470?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/2228170963313793470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=2228170963313793470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2228170963313793470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2228170963313793470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-because-i-am-queen-of-multi.html' title='Just because I am the QUEEN of multi-tasking...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R1SC_eIZA6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/in0wi4OJzho/s72-c/vern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-2672572150489115922</id><published>2007-11-29T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:56.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my STARS. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R07PKVSJgAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_p8tT9sGl6c/s1600-h/star+cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R07PKVSJgAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_p8tT9sGl6c/s400/star+cards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138272001295220738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just ran across the CUTEST little Christmas crafty idea from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://todayscreativeblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Today's Creative Blog&lt;/a&gt;, a blog I would need a twelve step program to stop checking on a daily basis.  The latest post talks about a lady by the name of &lt;a href="http://teresamcfayden.typepad.com/minutia/"&gt;Teresa McFayden&lt;/a&gt;, and she has a blog that she posts cute little crafty vintage products!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Isn't that like. . . a BLOG of a BLOG of a BLOG???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the cutest idea is that you can have your kids help make &lt;a href="http://teresamcfayden.typepad.com/minutia/2006/11/smoooth_provisi.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; (they seem simple, and I've done 3-D stars before, and I think I have all the "ingredients. . . ) and give these as teacher gifts this year!  What a fantastic idea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.lostbuttonstudio.com/makepaperstars.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the free star template from Teresa.  LOVE IT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-2672572150489115922?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/2672572150489115922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=2672572150489115922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2672572150489115922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2672572150489115922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-my-stars.html' title='Oh my STARS. . .'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R07PKVSJgAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_p8tT9sGl6c/s72-c/star+cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-4877301722991157992</id><published>2007-11-28T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:57.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trimming the Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R0442lSJf_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/IurKiRZoHg0/s1600-h/IMG_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138106735248637938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R0442lSJf_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/IurKiRZoHg0/s400/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Peyton was very persistent about putting up the tree. I think she and Brendan did a superb job. Yes, my tree is a single tree. I am not the kind of woman that puts up twelve trees around her house, decorating per "themes" in which I torture myself in trying to find decorations for. No, I'm a practical woman. So there she is. . . the TREE. Notice that it isn't your typical "white light" tree. If given the choice, I would probably prefer white lights, as opposed to colored. However, when your hubby purchases a brand new, pre-lit tree, and asks that grand old question, "Colored or White?" I felt compelled, since becoming a mother of two young children, and also finding out that I am a decendent of Booker T. Washington, to blurt out, "COLORED!" in the middle of Wal-Mart, as onlookers pretend not to notice my sweaty brow from the pressure of future years with this tree, dangling onto my current decision before me. Now, mind you, I'm very proud of my heritage, and recently finding out about my latest branch in the family tree centuries ago has thrilled me to no end. It explains my love of soul music, and my artistic singing voice. It does not, however, explain why I can't get a suntan, only a sunBURN, everytime I step foot out of the house in the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now that the tree is up, what's left? I'm gonna group it into categories. My "To-Do", if you will:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Decorations&lt;/strong&gt; (Well, the tree is up. What more do ya want!? LOL - okay. I'll put up some outdoor lights. There's nothing more satisfying than driving up to your own OOOO's and AAAHH's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Shopping.&lt;/strong&gt; I am singling this out from WRAPPING, simply because for ME, the two are done at two separate times. I wish I were more together like these Martha Stewart-y types, in whom a mere purchase of an item calls into motion handmade bows and paper that fly out of the shelves like birds and critters in a Snow White movie, the minute I cross the threshold. No, I'm practical. I stuf them into my closet, PRAY that my children will NEVER see my treasures, then wait until I get a moment away from them and lay out in the floor and start the wrapping process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Wrapping.&lt;/strong&gt; Naturally follows SHOPPING. See #2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Christmas Cards.&lt;/strong&gt; As previously stated, I do enjoy making my own cards. I now have pictures, and I'm ready to start putting together my newest holiday treasure. Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;Baking.&lt;/strong&gt; This is usually done closer to Christmas, but it never hurts to go ahead and fill the pantry with items you KNOW you'll need. Then, when the time comes, you'll be ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there you have it! Put these five in order of importance to you and your family, and start knocking these items off your list! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha! There. Easy to say. NOT so easy to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also open to new recipes. Some tried and true festive dishes. Got any you want to share? I may post a fave of mine soon as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-4877301722991157992?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/4877301722991157992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=4877301722991157992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4877301722991157992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4877301722991157992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/11/trimming-tree.html' title='Trimming the Tree'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R0442lSJf_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/IurKiRZoHg0/s72-c/IMG_0835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-5287125397592706202</id><published>2007-11-28T12:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:58.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hustling and Bustling. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R03Q3IZ2_RI/AAAAAAAAAV0/gpQdpOcxPFY/s1600-h/blizzard-woman-and-hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R03Q3IZ2_RI/AAAAAAAAAV0/gpQdpOcxPFY/s400/blizzard-woman-and-hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137992395466931474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.  I shouldn't do either.  After all, as long as I keep the focus on the REAL meaning of Christmas, I should be doing good, right?  It still doesn't help me with 25 minute lines to check out at Wal-Mart.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post sooner, but I keep feeling guilty.  You know what I mean. . . that "Man, I COULD post, but I also could clean, or shop, or wrap, or cook, or decorate..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Most. . . Craziest - Time. . . of the Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I promised I'd hang with ya and let you know what I'm doing to get through the holidays.  When you already have this kind of "plate":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student (taking finance this semester)&lt;br /&gt;Wife (my "maintenance man" is so patient for not killing me yet)&lt;br /&gt;Mother (my most favoritest portion of my "plate")&lt;br /&gt;Children's Choir Director (we've just added handbells)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday School Teacher (and MY month is December)&lt;br /&gt;Graphic Designer (Gotta get those Christmas cards done THIS WEEK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's soooo HARD to think Christmas is getting piled on top of this like. . . like a plate filled up for the holidays!  It's just so hard!  But you know, I've done this so far - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Put together my binder.&lt;br /&gt;2) Got my shopping list printed, and am well on my way into that list!&lt;br /&gt;3) Posted what I want for Christmas on amazon.com (okay, really I did this, but apparently, didn't do something RIGHT, 'cause now I can't find it.  Forget it - I don't recommend doing that!!&lt;br /&gt;4) Put up THE CHRISTMAS TREE (Peyton wanted it up the day after Thanksgiving!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's not so bad, is it?  I hope to finish up my Christmas "postcards" - I design my Christmas cards and print them out, 4 to a pg, and send them out in invitation envelopes.  I love the fact I do this MYSELF and it has a personal touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I can get through Cub Scouts in the Christmas Parade this weekend, Little Dribblers basketball practice, Finance finals, Christmas Pageant at Church, and all the little office Christmas parties and such, I'll be as happy as a goose after Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I read the SWEETEST stocking post on &lt;a href="http://amymowbray.typepad.com/my_weblog/2007/11/stockings.html"&gt;Amy's blog&lt;/a&gt; about what to put in the stockings.  Apparently, you should put in there something for each of the five senses.  Read her blog.  What a neat thought!  Sure helps me out as to what should go in stockings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas on a digital Christmas Card?  I'm open for suggestions.  Until then, I have some advice:  check out organizedchristmas.com for some great ideas to help you get through the holidays.  Oh, and print off all that she has - rumor has it she's getting ready to retire.  Also check out christmasorganizing.com.  It's another site I've used to help get myself organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!  And keep HIM first this Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-5287125397592706202?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/5287125397592706202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=5287125397592706202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/5287125397592706202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/5287125397592706202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/11/hustling-and-bustling.html' title='Hustling and Bustling. . .'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R03Q3IZ2_RI/AAAAAAAAAV0/gpQdpOcxPFY/s72-c/blizzard-woman-and-hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-6056044437732403908</id><published>2007-11-21T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:00.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT, HOT. . . OOOOOO, WE GOT IT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R0Rs5HWvMLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3ChXGfzHaw8/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135349203591966898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R0Rs5HWvMLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3ChXGfzHaw8/s400/IMG_0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R0RtA3WvMMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/D3ggOGXBq-E/s1600-h/IMG_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135349336735953090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R0RtA3WvMMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/D3ggOGXBq-E/s400/IMG_0789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes my friends. Hot Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton, who takes after her Mommy/Nana, at 9:30 this morning, wipes her sleepy eyes and asks, "Mommy, can I have some hot chocolate?" Now, I'm not one to turn down a good offer, so out came the hot chocolate mix and some good hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R0RshHWvMJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/goVxPFEai1k/s1600-h/IMG_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135348791275106450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R0RshHWvMJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/goVxPFEai1k/s400/IMG_0791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy. Notice the chocolate on the upper lip. Got Hot Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R0RsnHWvMKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/InbMbkjjPqk/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135348894354321570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R0RsnHWvMKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/InbMbkjjPqk/s400/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cup for Brendan, one for Peyton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R0RsD3WvMII/AAAAAAAAAVM/ezKmlxU4OME/s1600-h/IMG_0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135348288763932802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R0RsD3WvMII/AAAAAAAAAVM/ezKmlxU4OME/s400/IMG_0792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMM - what a great day to be off work, and with the kids! I'm getting ready to start cooking for Thanksgiving; this year, I'm fixing green beans (woo-hoo, but I guess SOMEONE has to do them!), fruit salad (you know, the kind with Tang and vanilla pudding in it!? To DIE for), cheesy olives (a fave for the ladies cooking in the kitchen - just small enough to snack on), and I'm thinking about tackling a cheesecake of some kind. Any good recipes out there for a no-bake cheesecake that would incorporate pecans or pumpkins? I'm gonna look online. Oh wait, I'm already there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, sometime today, I'll have to get out of these pajamas. I know, I don't want to. But it's almost Noon. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-6056044437732403908?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/6056044437732403908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=6056044437732403908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/6056044437732403908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/6056044437732403908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/11/hot-hot-oooooo-we-got-it.html' title='HOT, HOT. . . OOOOOO, WE GOT IT!!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/R0Rs5HWvMLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3ChXGfzHaw8/s72-c/IMG_0788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-7863932259777385138</id><published>2007-11-15T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:01.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>39 DAYS LEFT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rzz_l3WvMDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/7PoYJxUzA-Y/s1600-h/wintery-wreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rzz_l3WvMDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/7PoYJxUzA-Y/s400/wintery-wreath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133258701275082802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just getting started.  I'll bet YOU haven't started, either.  Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekend before Thanksgiving.  Don't worry!  You know what?  Your grandmother didn't start until after Thanksgiving, anyway.  After all, it's really the department stores' fault we're all in a panic.  Stop the insanity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIMPLIFY&lt;/span&gt; your life for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I will accomplish in the month of November, starting this weekend.  If you decide to follow along, I can have you FINISHED WRAPPING YOUR GIFTS and under the tree by Dec. 9th!  Sound good?  GOOD.  Let's get started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you need a binder.  I just have a simple, black binder, nothing extravagant.  It cost, like, $1 at Wal-Mart.  Get a red or green one, if you're feeling festive!  I've even known those who like to put their stuff in journals, just so they can carry it around in their purse.  Whatever works for you, do it.  Because ultimately, if you're not happy with your system, you just ain't gonna use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is so ugly, I'll spare you the cute, little picture as to how I've decorated it for the holidays.  Why?  Because I HAVEN'T got the time to embellish.  I work 40+ hrs a week, and run a house for two kids and &lt;a href="http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/09/camping-so-good-for-my-soul.html"&gt;Maintenance Man&lt;/a&gt; (named in honor of Marboro Man, &lt;a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt;'s love-squeeze).  It's plain, people.  Just deal with it.  I'm PRACTICAL, and I don't have as much time to make all things look CUTE.  I wanna get my Christmas shopping done, for Heaven's sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, in your CHRISTMAS BINDER, you should include:&lt;br /&gt;1) A Gift List of all family and friends you'll be buying for this year.  Be sure to include teachers (Sunday School and Regular School, and if regular school is YOU, then heck - - by all means get yourself a little somethin'), pastors, mailmen (a trend in my neck of the woods), even those white elephant office party gifts you have to buy for.  Put all of them in list form.  If you need help with a blank Excel Spreadsheet, just email me at amy.maness@murraystate.edu.  I'll send you mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Christmas Card List: Totally optional on my part.  Why?  Because the print program I have on my computer (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Encore-10351-Printmaster-16-Platinum/dp/B000BNKBCS/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=software&amp;amp;qid=1195179373&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;PrintMaster&lt;/a&gt; - totally cheap program I got at Wal-Mart) keeps them year after year, and I just print them out.  There's no reason to keep up with who DID, or who DIDN'T give you cards.  Face it - some people will, and some won't.  If you get one that you want to send a card to, just hang on to the envelope, and send when you can.  Don't wanna fool with it?  Just put in your spreadsheet for next year, and print them out in '08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Baking/Cooking: I don't know if you're into it, but even if you're NOT, you'd better be.  How about putting a section in there of neat recipes and "oldies but goodies" for your family to enjoy?  You'll thank me later.  Then, when you head to the grocery, you can take your binder and know EXACTLY what to get.  Do you see where I'm going here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Miscellaneous: Anything that doesn't fall into the first three categories.  Maybe decorating ideas, things you want to remember during the holidays, etc.  I usually put blank notebook paper here.  I use it A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, KEEP IT SIMPLE.  See a pattern here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good.  Now go out and get that binder!  Or, take those old papers out of an old binder you have lying around and put it to good use again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-7863932259777385138?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/7863932259777385138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=7863932259777385138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7863932259777385138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7863932259777385138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/11/39-days-left.html' title='39 DAYS LEFT...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rzz_l3WvMDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/7PoYJxUzA-Y/s72-c/wintery-wreath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-2851850419731672309</id><published>2007-11-15T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:01.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO...the COUNTDOWN BEGINS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rzz2hXWvMBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/p_UuaP81CyA/s1600-h/wintery-wreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rzz2hXWvMBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/p_UuaP81CyA/s400/wintery-wreath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133248728361021458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?  I'm so TIRED of trying to find other blogs and self-help strategies to get me prepared for the holidays.  I think I spend SO MUCH time trying to figure out WHAT I'm going to do, I run out of time to actually get the "Holiday Season" underway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  Don't panic.  I've decided to help anyone who wants to listen come up with a SIMPLE, easy strategy to get all your holiday "gotta-do's" DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay?  Here Goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-2851850419731672309?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/2851850419731672309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=2851850419731672309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2851850419731672309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2851850419731672309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/11/sothe-countdown-begins.html' title='SO...the COUNTDOWN BEGINS...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rzz2hXWvMBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/p_UuaP81CyA/s72-c/wintery-wreath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-6011600495580262579</id><published>2007-11-13T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:02.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream B I G</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rzome_w0YvI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/n69ftK5VE7U/s1600-h/dream-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rzome_w0YvI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/n69ftK5VE7U/s400/dream-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132457039296226034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, "Dream Big," by &lt;a href="http://www.shupe.net/"&gt;Ryan Shupe &amp;amp; the Rubber Band&lt;/a&gt;, is a song I heard in the Murray Room for a women's basketball highlight video.  The song is pretty good, but the words are unbelievable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cry, be sure to dry your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause better days are sure to come.&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile, be sure to smile wide,&lt;br /&gt;And don't let them know that they have won.&lt;br /&gt;And when you walk, walk with pride,&lt;br /&gt;And don't show the hurt inside,&lt;br /&gt;Because the pain will soon be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;And when you dream, dream big,&lt;br /&gt;As big as the ocean, blue.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you dream it might come true.&lt;br /&gt;But when you dream, dream big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you laugh, be sure to laugh out loud,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it will carry all your cares away.&lt;br /&gt;And when you see, see the beauty all around and in yourself,&lt;br /&gt;And it will help you feel okay.&lt;br /&gt;And when you pray, pray for strength to help to carry on,&lt;br /&gt;But when the troubles come your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;And when you dream, dream big,&lt;br /&gt;As big as the ocean, blue.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you dream it might come true.&lt;br /&gt;But when you dream, dream big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dream big.)&lt;br /&gt;(Dream big.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cry be sure to dry your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;cause better days are sure to come.&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile be sure to smile wide, and&lt;br /&gt;don't let them know that they have one.&lt;br /&gt;And when you laugh be sure to laugh out loud,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it will carry all your cares away.&lt;br /&gt;And when you see, see the beauty all&lt;br /&gt;around and in yourself, and it will help you feel okay.&lt;br /&gt;And when you pray, pray for strength to&lt;br /&gt;help to carry on when the troubles come your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-6011600495580262579?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/6011600495580262579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=6011600495580262579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/6011600495580262579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/6011600495580262579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/11/dream-b-i-g.html' title='Dream B I G'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rzome_w0YvI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/n69ftK5VE7U/s72-c/dream-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-4833461746519996822</id><published>2007-11-04T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:05.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my SISTER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6nqSS08FI/AAAAAAAAATo/WZ4fQzs0_0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129221370528723026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6nqSS08FI/AAAAAAAAATo/WZ4fQzs0_0Y/s400/IMG_0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6nqyS08GI/AAAAAAAAATw/UkYA5u1SzTo/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129221379118657634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6nqyS08GI/AAAAAAAAATw/UkYA5u1SzTo/s400/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6nrCS08HI/AAAAAAAAAT4/OgRBa6QlDh0/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129221383413624946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6nrCS08HI/AAAAAAAAAT4/OgRBa6QlDh0/s400/IMG_0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6nrSS08II/AAAAAAAAAUA/ubidArj-TYo/s1600-h/IMG_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129221387708592258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6nrSS08II/AAAAAAAAAUA/ubidArj-TYo/s400/IMG_0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6nriS08JI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dXUdI_VMRms/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129221392003559570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6nriS08JI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dXUdI_VMRms/s400/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6mpSS08BI/AAAAAAAAATI/YlmypVs6VP0/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129220253837226002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6mpSS08BI/AAAAAAAAATI/YlmypVs6VP0/s400/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6mpiS08CI/AAAAAAAAATQ/VOvCbhGkSzU/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129220258132193314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6mpiS08CI/AAAAAAAAATQ/VOvCbhGkSzU/s400/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6mqCS08DI/AAAAAAAAATY/BzrCUGoRDEI/s1600-h/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129220266722127922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6mqCS08DI/AAAAAAAAATY/BzrCUGoRDEI/s400/IMG_0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6mqSS08EI/AAAAAAAAATg/HTShxNaVxbY/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129220271017095234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6mqSS08EI/AAAAAAAAATg/HTShxNaVxbY/s400/IMG_0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mandy, you've waited SOOOO long for these pics, and I SWEAR I will get you a burned CD of these pics, but I thought you might want a sneak peek of Carson's birthday party. Here ya go!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-4833461746519996822?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/4833461746519996822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=4833461746519996822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4833461746519996822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4833461746519996822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-my-sister.html' title='For my SISTER...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6nqSS08FI/AAAAAAAAATo/WZ4fQzs0_0Y/s72-c/IMG_0416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-2157485941653298525</id><published>2007-11-04T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:06.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, another Halloween has passed. . .</title><content type='html'>Oh, come on. You know you're feeling it. Or, maybe you've felt it. And, right now, I'm not feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feeling of, "Whew, finally another holiday has come and gone...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you I'm feeling a sense of remorse for my feelings towards Halloween. After all, I as a mother planned the costumes, got the kids together (with a little help from Mom - geesh, I don't know how I'd do it without YOU!!), and trick-or-treated until I was POOPED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, being a kid and trick-or-treating was always fun. I had NO IDEA that my parents were probably sacked out in the car, looking at their watches, and wishing the night was OVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the best part about the whole evening, is when it's over, and you get some well-deserved rest from the holidays, you grab your digital camera and look at some BEAUTIFUL pics you took with your new camera. Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6i4CS08AI/AAAAAAAAATA/e6xkV7TG68Y/s1600-h/IMG_0765-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129216109193785346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6i4CS08AI/AAAAAAAAATA/e6xkV7TG68Y/s400/IMG_0765-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she GORGEOUS??  Just like her Mother.  Bet you can't guess who she was for Halloween.  That's right, Meemaw.  Judy.  LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at those eyes.  It's so strange, but those are the eyes of her Daddy.  Whoa, Nelly, I fell for those eyes YEARS ago... who'd have thought I'd see them again in my daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6i2yS079I/AAAAAAAAASo/xhCnyW3VNuQ/s1600-h/IMG_0759-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129216087718948818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6i2yS079I/AAAAAAAAASo/xhCnyW3VNuQ/s400/IMG_0759-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here's my little devil.  Isn't he cute!  Imagine my surprise when he came home proclaiming he wanted to be "black spiderman..."  Keep in mind I haven't seen the movie yet, so I was so glad to see this costume!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6i3SS07-I/AAAAAAAAASw/kjczOAiCtms/s1600-h/IMG_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129216096308883426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6i3SS07-I/AAAAAAAAASw/kjczOAiCtms/s400/IMG_0761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, as a Mom, how am I soooo LUCKY anyways???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6i3iS07_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/aD7u7fh_ff4/s1600-h/IMG_0762-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129216100603850738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6i3iS07_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/aD7u7fh_ff4/s400/IMG_0762-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-2157485941653298525?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/2157485941653298525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=2157485941653298525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2157485941653298525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2157485941653298525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-another-halloween-has-passed.html' title='Finally, another Halloween has passed. . .'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Ry6i4CS08AI/AAAAAAAAATA/e6xkV7TG68Y/s72-c/IMG_0765-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-821556299581134713</id><published>2007-10-18T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:07.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 67 Days Left.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RxehkWajCYI/AAAAAAAAARw/Q9KPSGDUswg/s1600-h/christmas+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RxehkWajCYI/AAAAAAAAARw/Q9KPSGDUswg/s400/christmas+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122740747021519234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  So DON'T panic like I did yesterday, when I received my credit union newsletter, saying "It's about that time."  I always start thinking about Christmas when I remember that Christmas Club account is now ready to be drained of its fundages, and the fun of spending begins.  I started a Christmas Club account years ago when I started working at Murray State, because my hubby and I aren't the best at putting money back for little things like buying several gifts a piece for family members and friends around a certain holiday.  Soooo. . . . I started a Christmas Club account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what you're thinking.  "But I can't AFFORD to do that!  Are you KIDDING!?"  Well, that's what I thought.  But, ya know?  You'll never miss $15 out of your check two times a month (really.  it's true!)  and at the end of the year, you'll have something like $400!  So, that's not so bad!  I increased that amount after the kids were born for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RxehkWajCZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MgxRpzQfkfo/s1600-h/christmas+card+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RxehkWajCZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MgxRpzQfkfo/s400/christmas+card+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122740747021519250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RxehkmajCaI/AAAAAAAAASA/BBQW6tL8Ff0/s1600-h/christmas+card+inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RxehkmajCaI/AAAAAAAAASA/BBQW6tL8Ff0/s400/christmas+card+inside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122740751316486562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this cute little project &lt;a href="http://donnadowney.typepad.com"&gt;Donna Downey&lt;/a&gt; did on her website, and I keep thinking it's too cute to be just a spool!  What about using that idea as a Christmas CARD!?  I'm still working and thinking about this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just wanted to help you PANIC like I did about the holidays.  It's time to start looking at your pantry, in a "Geesh - you really don't have any cans in there, do you?" kind of way, and start purging your home of old toys and useless items, to make room for NEW TOYS and USELESS items!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY, HOLIDAYS!  {sigh. . . }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RxehAmajCXI/AAAAAAAAARo/15mYWgdxOZQ/s1600-h/christmas+girl.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-821556299581134713?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/821556299581134713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=821556299581134713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/821556299581134713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/821556299581134713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/10/only-67-days-left.html' title='Only 67 Days Left.'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RxehkWajCYI/AAAAAAAAARw/Q9KPSGDUswg/s72-c/christmas+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-4009330818105456233</id><published>2007-09-19T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:11.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Take the Good. . . You Take the Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RvF3AeeUUZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2xy5x4ESDhQ/s1600-h/bluebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RvF3AeeUUZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2xy5x4ESDhQ/s400/bluebird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111997902106153362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  So it wasn't good to title my post that way.  Now, you have "The Facts of Life" song going through your head like I do today (You take the good, you take the bad, you take 'em both and there you have . . .).  So not funny, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.  Me, too!  I'm in that mood today.  I have learned an unfortunate truth about real life lately at work.  The truth is, you're gonna have good days, and bad days, and LUCKY are the ones that the good outweighs the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that in my life, I've had both.  All my life, I wanted to work in an atmosphere others would DIE to be a part of.  And I've had that.  I've also had the "Is it time to go home yet?" kind of jobs, too.  You know what?  We all have had both kinds.  Even if it is the same place, we all go through spells in which we can't WAIT to get to work, then it's the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it always be FUN!?  I guess you have to have down times and bad times to appreciate the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the picture - - - I bought from &lt;a href="http://etsy.com"&gt;etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;, a great little web site that has some beautiful handmade items in it.  Like eBay, only cheaper.  Lots of talented ladies out there, you need to check this web site out.  You'll spend a day just admiring all the stuff like I did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-4009330818105456233?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/4009330818105456233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=4009330818105456233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4009330818105456233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4009330818105456233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-take-good-you-take-bad.html' title='You Take the Good. . . You Take the Bad'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RvF3AeeUUZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2xy5x4ESDhQ/s72-c/bluebird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-4213019054995361694</id><published>2007-09-08T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:11.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just LOVE blogging...</title><content type='html'>So, here I am. Sitting at my computer on a Saturday morning, listening to the kids play "Dead Mommy and Bear Fare" (I dunno either, I had to ask Brendan, but apparently, your littlest child runs through the house screaming, and your older child walks through the house like a mummy, complete with his stiff arms out in front of him, moaning - LOL!) and I was checking my computer, when all of a sudden. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TWO WORLDS COLLIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RuKnKpWX_WI/AAAAAAAAARI/BMkZwVi_eis/s1600-h/audreyneal.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107828728731794786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RuKnKpWX_WI/AAAAAAAAARI/BMkZwVi_eis/s400/audreyneal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://www.audreyneal.com/"&gt;Audrey Neal&lt;/a&gt;.  I was checking out one of my favorite blogs &lt;a href="http://www.stuffdock.com/"&gt;StuffDock Scrapbook Blogs&lt;/a&gt;. It's one of my faves because it takes SEVERAL of my faves and squashes all of them into ONE blog. Ya gotta love that!! Anyways, I ran across &lt;a href="http://audreyneal.com/"&gt;Audrey Neal&lt;/a&gt;. She's a girl I've had my eye on for a little while now, she has a freestyle funky flair to her scrapbooking that I absolutely LOVE. Anyways, so, as I'm scrolling down and reading "what's up" with her, I realize she'll be at the Damien Rice Concert next week. HELLO!? I am WORKING that event! I work at the Regional Special Events Center, and we brought Damien Rice in! I even sent out an Ecard about the concert with that logo she used in her blog!! (I can't take credit for the design, that was my coworkers, but by gosh, I clicked "SEND", so that counts, right??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm just beaming that I feel like I'm in the right place at the right time. It's so neat when two worlds collide. My WORK. . . and my PASSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to contact this chick. That much TALENT so close to home? I must meet this girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just LOVE blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-4213019054995361694?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/4213019054995361694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=4213019054995361694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4213019054995361694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4213019054995361694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-love-blogging.html' title='I just LOVE blogging...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RuKnKpWX_WI/AAAAAAAAARI/BMkZwVi_eis/s72-c/audreyneal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-3046667604157972398</id><published>2007-09-05T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:12.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping. . . So GOOD for my SOUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7vIpWX_VI/AAAAAAAAARA/hKKpqdn5Qds/s1600-h/Picture+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7vIpWX_VI/AAAAAAAAARA/hKKpqdn5Qds/s400/Picture+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106781959302413650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I can't tell you how relaxed and invigorated I feel, now that I'm back in the office from a FANTASTIC weekend! I'm SO in love with just letting go and getting away for a while, yet, being so close to family and friends. I had such a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Brad and I would like to, in the future, try to look into a camper that will accomodate our family and our new love for our new hobby. Now, the one we have NOW is doing just that, but Brad and I would really LOVE to bite the bullet and look into maybe a newer one for our family... we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some photos of our amazing time we've just had.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7sC5WX_RI/AAAAAAAAAQg/x2v13IMNKAk/s1600-h/Picture+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7sC5WX_RI/AAAAAAAAAQg/x2v13IMNKAk/s400/Picture+232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106778561983282450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7sDJWX_SI/AAAAAAAAAQo/15d8BXGLhyE/s1600-h/Picture+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7sDJWX_SI/AAAAAAAAAQo/15d8BXGLhyE/s400/Picture+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106778566278249762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7sDpWX_TI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fg9RXTTvvNs/s1600-h/Picture+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7sDpWX_TI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fg9RXTTvvNs/s400/Picture+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106778574868184370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7rQ5WX_NI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ieGw7iGgPAA/s1600-h/Picture+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7rQ5WX_NI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ieGw7iGgPAA/s400/Picture+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106777702989823186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7rSZWX_OI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mXouSOC7enk/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7rSZWX_OI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mXouSOC7enk/s400/Picture+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106777728759626978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7rUJWX_PI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wB6FjglEE_o/s1600-h/Picture+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7rUJWX_PI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wB6FjglEE_o/s400/Picture+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106777758824398066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7rVpWX_QI/AAAAAAAAAQY/9_LC_z0enD4/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7rVpWX_QI/AAAAAAAAAQY/9_LC_z0enD4/s400/Picture+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106777784594201858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-3046667604157972398?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/3046667604157972398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=3046667604157972398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3046667604157972398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3046667604157972398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/09/camping-so-good-for-my-soul.html' title='Camping. . . So GOOD for my SOUL'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rt7vIpWX_VI/AAAAAAAAARA/hKKpqdn5Qds/s72-c/Picture+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-875518506369906282</id><published>2007-08-30T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:13.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's HERE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rtc1cZWX_LI/AAAAAAAAAPw/bIZpI7D_D7U/s1600-h/rebel_xti+silver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rtc1cZWX_LI/AAAAAAAAAPw/bIZpI7D_D7U/s400/rebel_xti+silver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104607464605088946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who knew it'd be SILVER?  Okay.  After the initial shock wore off, I examined it.  You know, silver is cool.  I'd pick a silver SUV over a black one, why not keep my newest member of the family?  I don't base family based on color.  This one will do.  Just FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to drive to Paducah to pick it up at the FedEx store.  Felt like a dork, but apparantly, they wouldn't leave it at my home, unless I was there AT HOME to sign for it.  So. . . off to Paducah I went.  Wouldn't you go if you knew THIS was waiting for you?  Aww, come on.  You know you would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going camping this weekend, so I'll probably have some pictures to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya THINK!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to want this, too?  I'm just gettin' my wish list ready for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rtc4NJWX_MI/AAAAAAAAAP4/FBN5G0gIIEI/s1600-h/pb-organized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rtc4NJWX_MI/AAAAAAAAAP4/FBN5G0gIIEI/s400/pb-organized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104610501146967234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-875518506369906282?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/875518506369906282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=875518506369906282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/875518506369906282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/875518506369906282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s HERE.'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rtc1cZWX_LI/AAAAAAAAAPw/bIZpI7D_D7U/s72-c/rebel_xti+silver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-2075845685177051880</id><published>2007-08-28T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:13.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RtR9Q5WX_KI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9ajKG9Qg1u8/s1600-h/Digital+Rebel+XTi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RtR9Q5WX_KI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9ajKG9Qg1u8/s400/Digital+Rebel+XTi.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103842006943661218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this.  Oh yes, my friends.  The Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi is heading to my house.  And I'm trembling with anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted this camera for almost two years now.  I've entertained the idea, gawked at it's ungodly price, then finally saved up enough money here and there and, with a little (okay a LOT of) help from my sweet, sweet, hubby, it's heading in my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this will be a great day.  A day that I can FINALLY take pictures like a real person!!!  YAAAAAAAYYY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-2075845685177051880?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/2075845685177051880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=2075845685177051880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2075845685177051880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2075845685177051880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/08/waiting.html' title='Waiting. . . .'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RtR9Q5WX_KI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9ajKG9Qg1u8/s72-c/Digital+Rebel+XTi.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-3019265428917165362</id><published>2007-08-25T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:14.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a tough week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RtCYrJWX_JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yxR6WeOmiOg/s1600-h/derek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102746244822334610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RtCYrJWX_JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yxR6WeOmiOg/s400/derek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's never an easy way to say goodbye to anyone. But this week, our community has had a difficult time saying goodbye to an amazing guy, Derek. Derek was tragically killed in a farming accident. His death sent a shock throughout his family and friends, and for such a good kid with high hopes and aspirations. . . it's so hard to say goodbye. I can't imagine the pain his sister, his mom, his dad, his grandfather, and the rest of his family have been through. I was honored enough to be asked to sing "Goodbye For Now" by Kathy Troccoli at his funeral. Man, I never know what to say or do in a situation like this. But I was so honored to play a part in the funeral services, and to be given something to do by the family. Oh Derek, we will miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be in prayer for any mother who has ever tragically lost a child.  I can't imagine the void in your heart, the pain - both mental and physical - that you must feel.  I pray also for the fathers out there that have lost sons.  I'll never know that kind of hurt.  I pray for the siblings who've lost siblings.  Sometimes we grieve so much, we overlook your pain.  I pray for the grandparents who have lost grandchildren.  The shock must be overbearing at times.  I lift you all up in prayer, and I know God will heal the most impossible pains.  He is the only One.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is the Only One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He IS the Only One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-3019265428917165362?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/3019265428917165362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=3019265428917165362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3019265428917165362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3019265428917165362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-tough-week.html' title='It&apos;s been a tough week'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RtCYrJWX_JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yxR6WeOmiOg/s72-c/derek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-4288966158382325799</id><published>2007-08-16T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:15.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day. . . for Peyton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RsSjhx1Kw1I/AAAAAAAAAPA/udrN40W29RA/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099380478797595474" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RsSjhx1Kw1I/AAAAAAAAAPA/udrN40W29RA/s400/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my little girl is headed back to school.  She's such a champ.  We had to all but hold her down from the excitement of school these last few days.  She's so happy about her teacher and her school.  She'd really felt left out when bubby started school.  Now, she's headed back to Preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RsSjhR1Kw0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/BMD8deu2SMc/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099380470207660866" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RsSjhR1Kw0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/BMD8deu2SMc/s400/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also time for ANOTHER little girl's FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!  Peyton's cousin, Miss Carson, went to preschool, too.  Peyton and Carson's rooms are right across the hall from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RsSjiR1Kw2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Q2XnRmRv1Bw/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099380487387530082" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RsSjiR1Kw2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Q2XnRmRv1Bw/s400/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are - heading up to school.  The kids have are carrying the CUTEST little things!  Nana fixed them a Bath &amp;amp; Body Works "apple" handsoap to take to the teacher.  The close-up of this delightful gift is up top with Peyton.  She tied the cutest ribbon on them, and attached a cute note card that said, "An 'Apple' for the teacher!"  How cute is that!?  I have such a talented family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RsSjih1Kw3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qX5SwdQ2f9c/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099380491682497394" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RsSjih1Kw3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qX5SwdQ2f9c/s400/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Miss Carson's teacher, and her first day at school.  I think she'll be okay, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RsSjjB1Kw4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/g-CiwyOVgV0/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099380500272432002" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RsSjjB1Kw4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/g-CiwyOVgV0/s400/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton went in, and never looked back.  Emily, her friend from last year, wasn't having such a good morning, though.  Emily was VERY upset.  Peyton kneeled down beside her, and took her little hands away from her weepy face, and grinned the SWEETEST little grin. . . it just lit up the whole room!  Emily stopped crying, and started grinning with Peyton.  They're the bestest of friends, and I would suppose kinda missed each other over the summer.  What a cute moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only one left to go to school would be yours truly.  Why can't I have nap time in Finance Class!?  That's what I want to know. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-4288966158382325799?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/4288966158382325799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=4288966158382325799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4288966158382325799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4288966158382325799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-my-little-girl-is-headed-back-to.html' title='First Day. . . for Peyton'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RsSjhx1Kw1I/AAAAAAAAAPA/udrN40W29RA/s72-c/Picture+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-7426409022651315745</id><published>2007-08-09T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:15.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whimsical Dinnerware</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrtBNPi3lgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/CRypvkZieH8/s1600-h/melamine+dinnerware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096739099066734082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrtBNPi3lgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/CRypvkZieH8/s400/melamine+dinnerware.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm at home now for the SECOND day in a row. It seems my children LOVE to share their hurling skills. Gross. The good news - they're arguing with each other, and running around the house, a little at a time. We're almost close to being normal again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I have to share this GREAT set of melamine dishes from &lt;a href="http://www.jeanettes.typepad.com/"&gt;Jeanette&lt;/a&gt;. She has fantastic decorating ideas, and I always check out her site to see what kind of new stuff she's managed to purchase each week. This week, it was melamine dinnerware. Now, if you're into melamine, you'll love these dishes. I remember melamine from my kid years, sporting a little Winnie the Pooh scene on top. Well, &lt;a href="http://www.cspost.com/view.php?item=6172&amp;category=74&amp;amp;zipcode="&gt;these ain't yo' Mamma's melamine&lt;/a&gt;. These are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt;' with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt; patterns, and it all is wrapped up at a great little store I'd never heard of. &lt;a href="http://www.cspost.com/index.php"&gt;CS Post &amp; Co&lt;/a&gt;. How fab!  Enjoy drooling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna TRY to get started on my portfolio.  I've had all the pieces together for quite some time, but I have a hard time starting.  I'm always afraid I'll make a mistake.  Whatever.  If I've learned ANYTHING about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;, it's that it is the one hobby you can celebrate in the mistakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try to stay out of this 105 degree heat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-7426409022651315745?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/7426409022651315745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=7426409022651315745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7426409022651315745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7426409022651315745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/08/whimsical-dinnerware.html' title='Whimsical Dinnerware'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrtBNPi3lgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/CRypvkZieH8/s72-c/melamine+dinnerware.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-5277896578477002799</id><published>2007-08-08T18:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:17.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrpviPi3laI/AAAAAAAAAOA/L1gzaDfHhRg/s1600-h/HPIM3381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096508562402153890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrpviPi3laI/AAAAAAAAAOA/L1gzaDfHhRg/s320/HPIM3381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. The pics you've been waiting for. Brendan survived his first day of school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrpvivi3lbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KFIjMEgJ0L0/s1600-h/HPIM3386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096508570992088498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrpvivi3lbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KFIjMEgJ0L0/s320/HPIM3386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrpvi_i3lcI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wycU1Z7dhKw/s1600-h/HPIM3402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096508575287055810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrpvi_i3lcI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wycU1Z7dhKw/s320/HPIM3402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrpvjfi3ldI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kRAWMTi_QMY/s1600-h/HPIM3415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096508583876990418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrpvjfi3ldI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kRAWMTi_QMY/s320/HPIM3415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrpvjvi3leI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1OLsUZP1F6o/s1600-h/HPIM3420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096508588171957730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrpvjvi3leI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1OLsUZP1F6o/s320/HPIM3420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is how I felt.  No tears this year!  Brendan was never upset.  He went in like a champ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to take my camera when I picked him up (I picked him up, because Miss Peyton was at home sick - BOO!), and Brendan was exhausted!  I asked him how his day was.  "I'm just tired, Mommy" was all I could get out of him.  We got home, he marched up to the house, put down his backpack, and went straight to bed.  For two hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh - - School!  The best way to knock your children down a couple of knotches!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-5277896578477002799?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/5277896578477002799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=5277896578477002799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/5277896578477002799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/5277896578477002799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrpviPi3laI/AAAAAAAAAOA/L1gzaDfHhRg/s72-c/HPIM3381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-1472675192697924605</id><published>2007-08-08T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:18.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saving Grace of Sprinklers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrprBPi3lYI/AAAAAAAAANw/0nn6iiCvuZI/s1600-h/HPIM3378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096503597419959682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrprBPi3lYI/AAAAAAAAANw/0nn6iiCvuZI/s320/HPIM3378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I post the first day of school, I want to share what the kids and I did on their LAST official day of summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrpq_fi3lVI/AAAAAAAAANY/4CLJDBhYT8M/s1600-h/HPIM3341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096503567355188562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrpq_fi3lVI/AAAAAAAAANY/4CLJDBhYT8M/s320/HPIM3341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrprAPi3lWI/AAAAAAAAANg/oFmpA0xddmA/s1600-h/HPIM3365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096503580240090466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrprAPi3lWI/AAAAAAAAANg/oFmpA0xddmA/s320/HPIM3365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the rainbow?  The coolest things in life are little surprises like this.  And, the fact that I got a descent bathing suit shot.  YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrprAvi3lXI/AAAAAAAAANo/oVcuF5f-MnI/s1600-h/HPIM3359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096503588830025074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrprAvi3lXI/AAAAAAAAANo/oVcuF5f-MnI/s320/HPIM3359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrprBvi3lZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ago3IMfTyBI/s1600-h/HPIM3377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096503606009894290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrprBvi3lZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ago3IMfTyBI/s320/HPIM3377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, did THIS ever feel good! You talk about WONDERFUL! Not only do you water your lawn, but it's $2 worth of entertainment at the same time. Thank you Fred's! We also bought the $1 jumprope, but it didn't last 30 seconds before the handle busted, and the water came spewing out. Oh well. We got our money out of the sprinkler, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. . . Summer. I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to Fall! And Back to School!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-1472675192697924605?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/1472675192697924605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=1472675192697924605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/1472675192697924605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/1472675192697924605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/08/saving-grace-of-sprinklers.html' title='The Saving Grace of Sprinklers'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RrprBPi3lYI/AAAAAAAAANw/0nn6iiCvuZI/s72-c/HPIM3378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-2703956756191210959</id><published>2007-08-07T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:18.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrjrlvi3lII/AAAAAAAAALw/NgALDADdj0M/s1600-h/2007-06+%28Jun%29+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096082012020118658" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrjrlvi3lII/AAAAAAAAALw/NgALDADdj0M/s320/2007-06+%28Jun%29+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, it's the last day of summer for my little ones. Brendan starts school tomorrow. I'd been so worried he would not be ready to go back. I had a tough time with him the last three months of kindergarten. He didn't want to go. I had to force him out of bed. But right now, he's so excited! That makes me so happy. I hope the excitement of new school supplies and seeing old friends (ha! Old! He's in first grade, people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent last weekend catching up with some of our family. Gosh, how I miss these people. I haven't seen Greg or Karen in years, and now, we're taking pictures of children that are the same age I remember being when we all got together. Ahh. . . time is flying by! Wow - I'm getting old. That's such an old woman statement. Anyway, here's some footage of good times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrpmrvi3lUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Hd4Md0hTUfU/s1600-h/2007+family+reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrpx__i3lfI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pak9n2DEWSM/s1600-h/2007+family+reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096511272526517746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrpx__i3lfI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pak9n2DEWSM/s400/2007+family+reunion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rri-cfi3lHI/AAAAAAAAALo/BDKrHa43fGg/s1600-h/2007-06+%28Jun%29+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rri91fi3lCI/AAAAAAAAALA/FKrnO62UbPQ/s1600-h/2007-06+%28Jun%29+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work on a tag to put on Brendan's backpack, so he'll remember which one we bought him. I don't want him to pick up the wrong backpack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Days. . . they're here again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-2703956756191210959?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/2703956756191210959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=2703956756191210959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2703956756191210959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2703956756191210959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-day-of-summer.html' title='The Last Day of Summer'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rrjrlvi3lII/AAAAAAAAALw/NgALDADdj0M/s72-c/2007-06+%28Jun%29+170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-7696933265039395280</id><published>2007-07-31T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:19.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is WINDING down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rq_cG_i3k-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/UHUvTPrdBKA/s1600-h/HPIM3104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093531716274328546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rq_cG_i3k-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/UHUvTPrdBKA/s320/HPIM3104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, how I hate the fact that summer is almost over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what you're thinking. Just because August is tomorrow doesn't mean summer is over! But alas, with the impending school year just around the corner, life (and summer) as I know it is starting to come to a fall-like state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brendan and I went to his back-to-school night at school. He has a fantastic teacher. He seems excited that first grade is coming up FAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just got used to the idea of Kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I'm signing up to take Finance in the fall. I'm trembling with anticipation. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, summer. Where'd ya go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-7696933265039395280?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/7696933265039395280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=7696933265039395280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7696933265039395280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7696933265039395280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-is-winding-down.html' title='Summer is WINDING down...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rq_cG_i3k-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/UHUvTPrdBKA/s72-c/HPIM3104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-4023841692692342261</id><published>2007-07-27T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:19.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pallete Generator - My Favorite NEW Toy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rqnzg_i3k9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/vUZwFRt4tgk/s1600-h/palette+generator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rqnzg_i3k9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/vUZwFRt4tgk/s320/palette+generator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091868601858102226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. . . at my job, we're starting to put together an idea of having a tradeshow in a couple of months. . . when I ran across this NEAT little pickle - - I am TOTALLY in LOVE with this new toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/colors.php"&gt;This is the Pallete Generator&lt;/a&gt;, and it is a force to be reckoned with.  Just upload your favorite image, and it will instantly create a pallete based on YOUR picture.  It's a scrapbookers DREAM.  Ever wondered what colors you should scrapbook with, when it comes to certain pictures?  Well, wonder NO MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't ask me what I'm going to do with the 15+ or so I just made for myself.  Hmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-4023841692692342261?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/4023841692692342261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=4023841692692342261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4023841692692342261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4023841692692342261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/07/pallete-generator-my-favorite-new-toy.html' title='The Pallete Generator - My Favorite NEW Toy!!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rqnzg_i3k9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/vUZwFRt4tgk/s72-c/palette+generator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-3402625342016309028</id><published>2007-07-20T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:20.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RqD3QsgoslI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AX6W0nKjII0/s1600-h/amy+and+emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RqD3QsgoslI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AX6W0nKjII0/s320/amy+and+emily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089339445126672978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she beautiful???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to be happier about one thing, and sadder about another???  I'm right there.  I have four very special people in the hospital, or having surgery.  It has been a while since anyone in my family has been in the hospital, so I consider myself quite blessed.  However, Emily (the girl in pink), my cousin is having a defibrillator put next to her heart.  She's just turned 18.  How scary is that!?  She's doing quite well, though.  My 96-year old aunt is near the end of her life, and just barely hanging on.  The family has been called in, and I've been getting reports about that as well.  She's lived a full life, and she's ready to go.  Then, I heard that my hubby's grandfather was rushed to the hospital!  He said he was having numbing and tingling down the left side of his body, and he was experiencing enough dizziness that he pulled over on the side of the road.  His tests are still out, but he seems to be doing okay right now.  I also hear that my old Sunday School teacher, Jo, has had a heart cath done day before yesterday. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this in one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all so healthy, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take&lt;br /&gt;Care&lt;br /&gt;Of&lt;br /&gt;Yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only YOU you've got, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my assertiveness has paid off.  It seems a weight has been lifted in the office, and we have our creative juices on HIGH ALERT!  We're tossing a few ideas around, and it seems we will be planning some major projects in the near future!!  So, I have learned a great lesson:  it's time to fix that which is broken.  And I think we're well on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm SUPER HAPPY about work, and SUPER SAD about failing health in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this Friday the 13th???  No, wait.  That was last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm here to tell ya - it's NUTHIN' like Friday the 20th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-3402625342016309028?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/3402625342016309028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=3402625342016309028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3402625342016309028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3402625342016309028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-difference-day-makes.html' title='WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RqD3QsgoslI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AX6W0nKjII0/s72-c/amy+and+emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-5329053162497827864</id><published>2007-07-19T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T12:52:02.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIPHANY. . .</title><content type='html'>Ever had one of those moments when you know you'll look back on your life and say, "That was the moment I decided. . . it was time for a CHANGE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sweet life.  A very sweet life, filled with a happy mom and dad, a happy sister and her family, a happy hubby and two VERY happy children.  I have a happy job that I enjoy going to every day.  It really filled me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you catch that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't, don't worry.  The word I wanted you to see was "filled."  As in PAST TENSE.  You see, my job was very filling.  I enjoyed my boss, a woman that I admire very much, and she had such a phenominal outlook on life.  She was always bright, always full of hope, always complimentary.  She was the kind of boss you WANTED to do work for and work with (they are few and far between).  Then, someone in Nashville snagged her up to a fantastic opportunity of a lifetime, and she left.  I think I've been through some sort of depression at work.  Now, mind you, I am a happy person (see "happy" paragraph at top - lol).  But I felt my job becoming a J-O-B, and I hated that.  Gradually, I began to see that the things I enjoyed about my job were being given to others, and the things I loved were being squashed.  I felt underappreciated, and overwhelmed.  So, I shut down.  I stuck to my work, and started to create my own cocoon around me, and kept everyone else out.  I did my work, I eyeballed the clock, and I left to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was NO FUN anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided maybe it was time for a change for ME, too.  Then a wonderful opportunity presented itself.  Wrapped in a higher paygrade and a higher salary, I was enticed.  It was a pretty package, and I was seriously considering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, it hit me.  After talking with a very dear friend of mine, she said something that made a whole lot of sense - "Amy, don't run away from your problems.  You have a great job where you are, and it did make you happy once.  Why not give it all you have and make it great once again, so that when you get ready to leave, you can say, 'I did all I can...' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I've turned over a new leaf.  I don't care if it kills me, I'm gonna CHANGE.  I was scared of it, when my first boss left.  Now that I have my second boss, we're gonna begin to turn this once-great office into greatness again.  I WILL be more assertive at work, and let others know what I do and do not like.  I WILL nip this nit-picky crap in the bud before silly spats get twisted WAAAAY out of hand.  I WILL begin to let others in, and bring us all back together, the way an office should be.  The way a FAMILY should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My epiphany. . . IT'S TIME FOR CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck.  I think I feel the thing coming on that I've been writing about.  It's not to move away, but to bring what I love closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God, it feels SOOOOOO good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-5329053162497827864?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/5329053162497827864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=5329053162497827864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/5329053162497827864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/5329053162497827864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/07/epiphany.html' title='EPIPHANY. . .'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-8139252384837774554</id><published>2007-07-03T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:08:53.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 FREEDOM FEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, Freedom Fest is officially over, but wow - what a ride!  I had such a good time this past weekend.  Here are some highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4f5445304d4467330a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none" width="420" height="330" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4f5445304d4467330a.jpg" alt="2007 FREEDOM FEST - THANK YOU!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;amp;campaign=blog_logo"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none" width="420" height="46" src="http://www.smilebox.com/images/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" alt="Powered by Smilebox" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4f5445304d4467330a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;Click to play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/makeYourOwnRedirect.jsp?partner=hallmark&amp;amp;campaign=blog_post_makeyourown"&gt;Make your own Smilebox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The kids really enjoyed the square, and I hope to take advantage of it more next year.  What a great time we had in our little town!  Ahhh. . . it's finally over. . . !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-8139252384837774554?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/8139252384837774554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=8139252384837774554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/8139252384837774554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/8139252384837774554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/07/2007-freedom-fest.html' title='2007 FREEDOM FEST'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-7605495826506698671</id><published>2007-06-29T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:06:27.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND NOW THAT I KNOW I CAN. . .</title><content type='html'>Wow!  Embed a video??  Yes, I can!  Sooo. . . here's one I want to have on my little bloggie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a woman!!  Anita Renfroe - I must meet her.  Check her out - I will be singing this at the next women's conference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlY8STkhopc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlY8STkhopc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-7605495826506698671?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/7605495826506698671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=7605495826506698671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7605495826506698671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7605495826506698671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-now-that-i-know-i-can.html' title='AND NOW THAT I KNOW I CAN. . .'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-4972514863270615985</id><published>2007-06-29T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:20.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!  SOMEBODY GET ME A MIC !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so loving this amazing video I saw for the FIRST TIME on &lt;a href="http://www.tracieclaiborne.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracie's&lt;/a&gt; weblog.  I'm still bobbing my head!  Hallelujah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkiLVFAIheQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkiLVFAIheQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm very much like Tracie - when I'm in my car, I tune a lot of things out, and start to sing.  A lot of the songs I sing at church, I'm practicing in my car.  It's the only place I have TIME to practice!  So, like Tracie, if you see me bobbing my head, singing my head off. . . just know I'm praising God and having a good time doing it!  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RoVycseTc-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/S3gw5RFeq0M/s1600-h/Squealin%27+Logo+without+sponsors+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RoVycseTc-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/S3gw5RFeq0M/s320/Squealin%27+Logo+without+sponsors+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081593591857640418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Squealin' on the Square is being held here in my little hometown.  It's a BBQ competition on the court square, and I'm about to head down in that direction and help out.  I just love being around that much BBQ.  Hey, it's a dirty job, but. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan and Peyton are with Mrs. Karen today.  She comes to my house and stays there with them to give my mom a day off.  Which is so important lately, since we have 50-60 family members coming in for a reunion.  You would think she'd be busy baking, or sweeping, or vacuuming, so what do you think she's doing with her precious and sacred free time?  Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You GO, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time we spend some quality time doing something WE want to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be hatin'!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-4972514863270615985?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/4972514863270615985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=4972514863270615985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4972514863270615985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/4972514863270615985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='Whew!  SOMEBODY GET ME A MIC !!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RoVycseTc-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/S3gw5RFeq0M/s72-c/Squealin%27+Logo+without+sponsors+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-2345073169802427216</id><published>2007-06-27T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:22.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh. . . . Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RoMS3ceTc7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/5kfm65ULsvQ/s1600-h/HPIM2870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080925548349453234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RoMS3ceTc7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/5kfm65ULsvQ/s320/HPIM2870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mom and dad got a new camper (well, new to them!) and they go with us when we go camping. We've been a few times this year, and each time I totally enjoy getting away from the normal workday, and spend time with those I tend to take for granted when I work all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RoMTNMeTc8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nk6zHQzfBxI/s1600-h/HPIM2875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080925922011608002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RoMTNMeTc8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nk6zHQzfBxI/s320/HPIM2875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We got this camper a few months ago, and we have totally enjoyed living in its space. It has a kitchen, a booth/kitchen table, bathroom and shower, beds for all of us to spread out in, and closets, closets, closets! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RoMSJ8eTc5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/ALxq_abghzs/s1600-h/HPIM2874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080924766665405330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RoMSJ8eTc5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/ALxq_abghzs/s320/HPIM2874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We stayed at a campground that had quite a few ammenities that made our stay very enjoyable. The one "perk" Brendan and Peyton loved the most was the pool. Brendan actually got brave enough to jump in the water with NO assistance from his arm floaties. I was so nervous, I forgot to take any pictures for a second!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, back to the real world. This weekend is Freedom Fest, a festival in our little town. I am volunteering at Squealin' on the Square, a BBQ competition sanctioned by the Kansas City BBQ Society. The only thing I can tell you about this FANTASTIC competition is it will ruin you FOR LIFE of all future outings having to do with BBQ. Man, these guys know how to cook BBQ! It's truly an experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RoMUGceTc9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/wtbHdpTfPIw/s1600-h/kitothemonth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080926905559118802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RoMUGceTc9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/wtbHdpTfPIw/s320/kitothemonth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I received &lt;a href="http://www.lisabearnson.com/"&gt;this kit &lt;/a&gt;in the mail this week. YAY!! More scrapbooking!! Speaking of scrapbooking, I met the ANGEL that bought Remember When Scrapbooking, and will continue its legacy (meaning it's NOT shutting down!!). I'm so happy! What a DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Many happy days back at 'cha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-2345073169802427216?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/2345073169802427216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=2345073169802427216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2345073169802427216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/2345073169802427216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahh-camping.html' title='Ahh. . . . Camping'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RoMS3ceTc7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/5kfm65ULsvQ/s72-c/HPIM2870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-7374130391578874890</id><published>2007-06-13T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:23.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Serra, Serra. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Whatever will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's starting to sink in that Remember When is really leaving.  As per my last blog, I'm still shocked over the number of my FAVORITE stores that are closing in my small college town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, mind you, I'm not a "shopper."  Let me stop right there and let that sink in, for all you "shoppers" out there.  You heard me.  I am not your average woman.  I have to be "in the mood" to shop.  I just can't go to a store, and purchase a cute top, or a pair of pants, or shoes (heavens, I've NEVER gotten shoes on a whim).  You see, here's the secret: I only own about four pair of shoes.  One of them being sneakers, and another flip flops.  See where I'm going here?  I'm really NOT into it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Exept ONE thing. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCRAPBOOKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, maybe, the occasional decorating store.  A Target, perhaps.  Oh, definitely a Michaels.  I hear angels when I enter that superstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the whole point of it is this - in the SAME MONTH, my two favorite stores are closing, Pier 1 and Remember When Scrapbooking.  I'll bet hubby will be excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But, with change comes the possibility of new avenues in your life.  And I've really been analyzing that thought, as you know.  I am a woman of ROUTINE.  I know all the staff at Taco John's, because I eat there every lunch, Mon-Fri.  I even know when they hire a newbie.  Sad, isn't it?  But I LIKE WHAT I LIKE, and I rarely deviate from what makes me happy.  So, when something changes to my routine, like spending an occasional lu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;nch break talking with my buds at Remember When, I get "antsy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know?  It seems like I only evaluate my life and my life's choices during a moment of change.  So, in retrospect, this is all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hopefully, I can find my path soon.  I am feeling ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ange all around me.  It's scary. . . but OH SO EXCITING.  There is more to my life than my current path.  Oh, sooo much more. . . !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RnA_9_0GaJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NY2LE6oO6lQ/s1600-h/scrapbook+oasis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RnA_9_0GaJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NY2LE6oO6lQ/s320/scrapbook+oasis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075627114381076626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is a picture of a REALLY GREAT SCRAPBOOK STORE that, if I had the money, I'd go visit.  But a plane ticket to California is not in the budget right now.  This is Scrapbook Oasis, a killer store in Cali.&lt;/span&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/7456190306321928348-7374130391578874890?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/7374130391578874890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=7374130391578874890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7374130391578874890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7374130391578874890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/06/que-serra-serra.html' title='Que Serra, Serra. . .'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RnA_9_0GaJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NY2LE6oO6lQ/s72-c/scrapbook+oasis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-9111224741810707742</id><published>2007-06-12T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:23.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAAAHHHH!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rm7zm_0GaHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EULEaE-DD8Q/s1600-h/waaahhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rm7zm_0GaHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EULEaE-DD8Q/s320/waaahhh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075261681383663730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh no.  Say it isn't so.  This MUST be one of the worst days of my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rm71gf0GaII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IEN8ivY2ElE/s1600-h/rememberwhen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rm71gf0GaII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IEN8ivY2ElE/s320/rememberwhen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075263768737769602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got the news.  Our local scrapbook store, &lt;a href="http://rememberwhenscrapbooking.com/"&gt;Remember When Scrapbooking&lt;/a&gt;, is going out of business.  OUT of business.  Not "Liquidating inventory" or "Huge Sale", mind you, just "going out of business."  Quietly and quickly.  I feel soooo terrible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with Pam, the sales associate, and she told me Debbie and Ruben, owners of Remember when, are going through some changes in their lives.  They are in the process of adopting a daughter, and they're selling the store.  I just feel sooo terrible!  So many unanswered questions!  Why so soon, for one!?  Their closing their doors June 30.  JUNE 30!?  That's in 18 days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is saddened by this latest scrapbook loss.  I hope that someday, lots of moola falls into my lap, and I can open it back up, restore it to its original splendor, and live blissfully in scrapbook heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, as my Mom put it, they'll be a sale soon.  Guess I'll go home and decide if there's anything I "need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{ S i g h }}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-9111224741810707742?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/9111224741810707742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=9111224741810707742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/9111224741810707742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/9111224741810707742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-no.html' title='WAAAHHHH!!!!!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rm7zm_0GaHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EULEaE-DD8Q/s72-c/waaahhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-8591199286445654860</id><published>2007-06-11T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:25.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME summer!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rm2aRv0GaDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6knd0DwLqr0/s1600-h/fun-supplies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rm2aRv0GaDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6knd0DwLqr0/s320/fun-supplies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074881984799860786" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love SUMMER!  It gives me a break at work from stressful events, and lets me get caught up on so many other things. . . like year-end reports and paperwork that's been sitting on my desk for months!!  Oh, and I do find inspiration at home A LOT.  Makes me wonder what a stay-at-home Mom" career would feel like.  It's so easy to go through life (and I have!!) working a Mon-Fri job.  I've been at MSU now for 14 years.  Can you believe that!?  Does anyone ever stay at a job that long!?  He&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;avens!!  Anyways, when I'm at home, I can search blogs, and get inspiration from people like &lt;a href="http://heidiswapp.typepad.com/"&gt;Heidi Swapp&lt;/a&gt;.  She has this fantastic photo of a cute little polka-dotted tray, filled with summer fun.  I'm so going to do this.  My kids would LOVE this.  I wish I could stay at home with them, and fill their summer with so much fun, they could hardly stand it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rm2btP0GaFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Urbhp45vMXw/s1600-h/party-tags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rm2btP0GaFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Urbhp45vMXw/s320/party-tags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074883556757891154" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;I also have this photo that makes me happy.  It is a new font by &lt;a href="http://www.kimemories.com/index.cfm?FuseAction=ShopKI.ProductDetails&amp;productid=4670"&gt;KI Memories&lt;/a&gt;.  The font that was used on these gift tags is a font you can put on your computer!  Why couldn't I save $$ and do this myself!?  HELLO!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;  This is on &lt;a href="http://creativeorganizing.typepad.com/creative_organizing/2007/05/christmas_in_ma.html"&gt;Aby Garvey's&lt;/a&gt; organizing blog.  She makes me smile.  And wish I had more time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;Oh, my summer is going very well.  We ended up buying the Tahoe.  YAY!  It's like driving chocolate.  I feel so empowered.  I just LOVE when you find the right ride.  And I got a "B" on my Business Law class.  Woo-HOO!!  There's nothing like knowing the one class you've waited most of your life to take becuase you were TOO SCARED to take it, goes by in your life with a B. . . oh, that hurdle is now passed.  Now, onto graduating. . .!  Then, who knows?  I feel graphic design calling my name. . . Where are you, Amy!?  Come, take a new path.  I'm listening, very patiently. . . !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;Okay.  Time to get back to work.  I just wanted to tell you some things that are coming up in my life - We have two, people, NOT JUST ONE family reunion (hello, diet?  remember me?  This is Amy calling again. . . ), and I'm working on some new ideas for my portfolio this summer for a possible graphic design career path in the future.  Oh, also, Ms. Karen will be keeping my babies one day a week to give my Mom a break.  So. . . All is going very well in the Maness House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rm2fkf0GaGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/y8Q-tB0cR9M/s1600-h/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rm2fkf0GaGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/y8Q-tB0cR9M/s320/pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074887804480546914" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;Oh, yes, and we got a pool.  So, I have the WORST redneck sunburn known to man.  Heather, my coworker, laughed at me when I showed her.  I put sunblock ONLY on my shoulders.  The rest of my upper body is red.  Hilarious.  Someday, I'll learn. . . !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!  Have a great day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-8591199286445654860?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/8591199286445654860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=8591199286445654860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/8591199286445654860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/8591199286445654860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/06/welcome-summer.html' title='WELCOME summer!!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Rm2aRv0GaDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6knd0DwLqr0/s72-c/fun-supplies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-1236523725096470359</id><published>2007-05-04T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:26.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I did it.  I finally finished my Business Law class.  I am going up to my professor's office at lunchtime, to see if I can find out what my grade is.  I'll post the findings this afternoon.  I'm pretty anxious, because I think I did REALLY WELL on my final quiz.  We don't have to take the final, if we're happy about our grade.  Either a B or an A will be enough happy news for me not to want to take the final.  LIFE is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been trying to be AWARE of everything around me lately.  I feel as if I've been on a few months hiatus (funny word) from the norm, putting all my other priorities on the second shelf while I focus on my studies.  It feels good to put the class behind me and focus on my family.  Being AWARE of my surroundings makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brendan had a GREAT day (smiley face note from his teacher and all), followed by a TERRIBLE day.  I contribute lack of sleep for the bad day.  He ended up sleeping 14 1/2 hours last night!  Oh my God, who does that!?  In my midst of stressing out, trying to figure out what to do with Brendan, I found this.  It made me SOOOO happy this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RjtVhpFnYOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/F4RkQU63mxA/s1600-h/alikit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RjtVhpFnYOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/F4RkQU63mxA/s320/alikit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060732642734334178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a PRESENT!  Just for me!!!  Thank you, &lt;a href="http://aliedwards.typepad.com/"&gt;Ali Edwards&lt;/a&gt;!  It felt so good.  It was like LIFE trying to tell me, "Don't worry, Amy.  With the bad, comes the good.  Keep focused on the good, and all the other will melt away."  Wow.  All of that in a box from Ali with my name on it.  Got to LOVE that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  Here's some more news.  Brad and I are thinking about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RjtW3pFnYPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tuEx-CpkiTM/s1600-h/tahoe.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RjtW3pFnYPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tuEx-CpkiTM/s320/tahoe.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060734120203084018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a 2002 Tahoe.  Drove it over the weekend.  Fell in love.  You have NO IDEA how good it feels to be thinking of entering the world of SUV's and soccer moms again. This is BIG for me right now.  Wow, what a sweet ride!!  And, I so miss you Shelley.  The word TAHOE so reminds me of you and when you first got yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to the past can be very fun, but it can lead to dead ends.   I'm trying to reach out into my future and find happiness, and leave the past behind.  I think I am about to embark on a very fabulous and exciting adventure.  A world of Flash, Web sites, posters, cards, computer graphic design stuff.  Only a few more clients to go, and maybe I can venture out on my own.  I only have one more class keeping me at MSU.  Then, it's time to spread my wings.  We'll see where my journey will take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;a href="http://www.creatingkeepsakes.com/"&gt;National Scrapbooking Day&lt;/a&gt;.  Hug a scrapbooker, will ya!?  We're people, too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7456190306321928348-1236523725096470359?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/1236523725096470359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=1236523725096470359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/1236523725096470359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/1236523725096470359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-changes.html' title='Life Changes'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RjtVhpFnYOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/F4RkQU63mxA/s72-c/alikit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-9161381578446812973</id><published>2007-04-27T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T07:04:24.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, how I've neglected my blog.  I really have abandoned it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Business Law class. . . you remember - the one I've dreaded, like, ALL MY LIFE?  Well, I think I have a good shot getting a B.  I had to "backspace" over that other letter I REALLY want out of the class, so I don't jynx it, but hey - who knows?  I will.  In about two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brendan is misbehaving in kindergarten.  I got a call from Ms. Cain, the kindergarten teacher.  She said he packed a toilet with paper, and he flooded the bathroom.  Oh my God.  I wish I could tell you this is the first time he's done it.  But it's not.  It's the second.  What is wrong with my little boy???  We spent yesterday afternoon together, just the two of us.  We went through Wendy's drive-thru, and headed out to the park, where we spent some quality time together.  We then ate breakfast at school together this morning.  It seems like all the quality time we spent together, he still wants to misbehave.  So, I guess I can rule out my thought of "maybe he feels we don't spend enough quality time together" thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Peyton spent the night out at the campground with Nana and Papaw last night.  She'll be going home tonight, while Mr. Brendan heads out to the campground tonight.  Peyton is growing so fast.  I promise I'll post a picture next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm starting to scrapbook again.  It's like breathing to me.  I really miss my creative-ness at work, so I'm trying to find it in other areas of life.  Strange thing. . . now I feel like my life is starting to move away from the RSEC.  We'll see where that may lead me.  I really hate to leave the RSEC, but who knows?  I feel God opening those windows. . . !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to go now - have to meet Nana and Papaw at my house to "pack" a Mr. Brendan for camping!!&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/7456190306321928348-9161381578446812973?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/9161381578446812973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=9161381578446812973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/9161381578446812973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/9161381578446812973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-how-ive-neglected-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-8491800298659828380</id><published>2007-02-27T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:26.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Ballerina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/ReTfAHAHTFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jxX7F5Cmfd0/s1600-h/HPIM2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036395476279577682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/ReTfAHAHTFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jxX7F5Cmfd0/s320/HPIM2737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Turned three Thursday! I can't believe she's gotten to be soooo big. It was a true girly girl party. What a mess she was! She got lots of wonderful gifts, including this sweet ballerina costume. She is still carrying around her little baby that giggles when you press her tummy. And the beautiful dress she got - - priceless.  Brendan was so taken with the moment, he ran to his room and put on his Spiderman costume - how funny!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, what's new with me? It's been quite hectic at work. We've had a new facility manager take over, and it's been very different getting to know the new boss. I'm lucky - he used to be my student worker, so I feel like I have an advantage in a way. Still, with the change of environment, learning what is needed and what is expected has been quite challenging for me. It's been a while since I've felt like the new kid on the block. But that's really how I feel. Once I get the vibe back for the office, I think I'll feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You won't be seeing as much graphic design from me for a long time. I still plan on absorbing all the knowledge I can about design, but I really feel like my time is over in the office for that. I hate to see that part of my life end. I so enjoyed the freedom it gave me. I will truly miss that. Miss it so much that I will continue to seek it out in other journeys in life. And, who knows? God may open a window for me. . . I will just have to be patient until that happens, and seek His will first. You never know what journeys lie ahead for me. I am keeping my options open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blah blah. Enough with that! I hope to give you an update later on the changes in my life. For now, I'm really having to decide what paths in life to take. It's sad, yet so exciting to see what lies ahead for me and my family. I hope to know more soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-8491800298659828380?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/8491800298659828380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=8491800298659828380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/8491800298659828380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/8491800298659828380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-miss-ballerina.html' title='Little Miss Ballerina'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/ReTfAHAHTFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jxX7F5Cmfd0/s72-c/HPIM2737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-9119908166835038830</id><published>2007-02-15T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:27.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD HUBBY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RdSZx4RUQfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ian7Z0ROOQk/s1600-h/DSC03122.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031815765877342706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RdSZx4RUQfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ian7Z0ROOQk/s320/DSC03122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am truly blessed with a husband who truly understands the value of Valentine's Day. Brad was such a good boy this year! He surprised me by delivering two dozen BEAUTIFUL coral roses to work, along with bringing my lunch! He then cooked a spaghetti supper for the family, and even drew a bath last night! Boy, talk about a good boy. . . !! I so love that man. He doesn't do this kind of stuff often, mind you, but when he does, he takes my breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's years like this I LOVE Valentine's Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RdS424RUQhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/A4N1067-6EQ/s1600-h/DSC03126.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031849936637149714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RdS424RUQhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/A4N1067-6EQ/s320/DSC03126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My son gave me the most beautiful valentine I've ever received. See the heart at the top with arrows pointing to it!?  AWWWW!!  Just in case you don't read "Toddler" language, it says, "To Mommy, From Brendan."  See the M-O-M-E?  That's Mommy.  It made me cry. Sooooo sweet! I just love my little man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RdS48oRUQiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DhP19nxSRTc/s1600-h/DSC03127.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031850035421397538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RdS48oRUQiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DhP19nxSRTc/s320/DSC03127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the inside of the card.  It says, "Happy Valentine's Day."  And that's a picture of me with long hair with a curl on the end, my arms and legs.  What an artist!  The best part about this valentine is - he wasn't provoked or inticed to do this.  This was just a surprise Brendan sprang on me, right before bedtime.  {sigh}, Life is GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Peyton is feeling a bit under the weather. She's a little croupy, but hopefully, she can endure until the weekend. I can't wait for Saturday!! I living for it!!! It's my favorite day of the week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;John Mayer will be in concert tomorrow here at the RSEC. Rumors are spreading that he might bring his girlfriend, Jessica Simpson. Wouldn't that be good. . . and I can't even get a haircut appointment until Monday. Oh well. I'll just have to get over it. If you want to come and see John Mayer, he'll be here tomorrow, Fri, Feb. 16th, 8:00pm. Ticket price is $35.50. Come by and see me!  They've just released some "prime real estate" tickets down close to the stage.  It's gonna be a good show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, and thanks once again to Nana. She is taking care of my babies while I'm crazy here at work. I don't know what I'd do without her!! I love ya, Mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-9119908166835038830?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/9119908166835038830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=9119908166835038830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/9119908166835038830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/9119908166835038830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-hubby.html' title='GOOD HUBBY!!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RdSZx4RUQfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ian7Z0ROOQk/s72-c/DSC03122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-7013028193800859104</id><published>2007-02-02T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:31.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH. . . SNOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNcP9Z-N0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/GVdk3zr6StQ/s1600-h/2006-10+(Oct)+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026963038326896450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNcP9Z-N0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/GVdk3zr6StQ/s320/2006-10+(Oct)+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And before this day gets away from me, I just had to share some pictures of what we woke up to. SNOW! I'm giddy like a little girl when it snows! I just love when you go to bed, all snuggled up, and then wake up and VOILA!! The ground is covered with snowy white goodness! It's also a tradition in my family to break out the hot chocolate and mini-marshmallows. Ahh. . . I just love snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's a picture of my most favoritest person in the world, starting my car. I have the greatest hubby in the world. He started my car, so I could get the kids ready and I wouldn't get my shoes prematurely wet. Isn't he the greatest!? I absolutely love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNcJNZ-NzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DsMns4q1eVU/s1600-h/2006-10+(Oct)+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026962922362779442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNcJNZ-NzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DsMns4q1eVU/s320/2006-10+(Oct)+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did take Murphy outside in the snow. He's getting around a little slower today, but seems to be getting around okay. Here's some house shots. I wish the picture of my cute little snowflake would've turned out. It was so elegant perched on my scarf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNjNtZ-N_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/H0iUtYZ4dYk/s1600-h/2006-10+(Oct)+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026970696253585394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNjNtZ-N_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/H0iUtYZ4dYk/s320/2006-10+(Oct)+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNhldZ-N-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QaFthYMKGEU/s1600-h/2006-10+(Oct)+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026968905252222946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNhldZ-N-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QaFthYMKGEU/s320/2006-10+(Oct)+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, it was OFF TO NANA'S. I've called her already to warn her we're on our way. She's already in the front yard, starting the balls for the snowman! I am so blessed to have my Mom as the caretaker of my kids! (It's just, I don't know who's the bigger kid sometimes!) Maybe we can all learn something from Mom. Never be too grown up to not play in the snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks, Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNcZ9Z-N1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/S0OqRxIrUC0/s1600-h/2006-10+(Oct)+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026963210125588306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNcZ9Z-N1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/S0OqRxIrUC0/s320/2006-10+(Oct)+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNeV9Z-N9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/jgbK_V2UKz4/s1600-h/2006-10+(Oct)+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026965340429367250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNeV9Z-N9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/jgbK_V2UKz4/s320/2006-10+(Oct)+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNkAtZ-OAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tBtnSm3uFzk/s1600-h/2006-10+(Oct)+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026971572426913794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNkAtZ-OAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tBtnSm3uFzk/s320/2006-10+(Oct)+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNeOtZ-N8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/_0UVKKT28dI/s1600-h/2006-10+(Oct)+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026965215875315650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNeOtZ-N8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/_0UVKKT28dI/s320/2006-10+(Oct)+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, and Carson SO WANTED to be out in the fun! She's the most adorable little girl! Her eyes tell such a story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNd5NZ-N7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/E0lSB9jpzJ4/s1600-h/2006-10+(Oct)+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026964846508128178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNd5NZ-N7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/E0lSB9jpzJ4/s320/2006-10+(Oct)+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNcqNZ-N5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/--RqvRQeikk/s1600-h/2006-10+(Oct)+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026963489298462610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNcqNZ-N5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/--RqvRQeikk/s320/2006-10+(Oct)+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Peyton asked me yesterday, "Where is Christmas?" She assumed since it snowed. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, can you blame her???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where's MY presents!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, I dropped them off to play with Nana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks again, God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-7013028193800859104?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/7013028193800859104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=7013028193800859104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7013028193800859104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7013028193800859104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/02/ahh-snow.html' title='AHH. . . SNOW!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNcP9Z-N0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/GVdk3zr6StQ/s72-c/2006-10+(Oct)+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-7800942312540152367</id><published>2007-02-02T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:35.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Dribblers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNXftZ-NxI/AAAAAAAAADw/P4mkmGM1NLY/s1600-h/DSC03100.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026957811351697170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNXftZ-NxI/AAAAAAAAADw/P4mkmGM1NLY/s320/DSC03100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, how I am such a Mommy. You know, that mommy that puts bumper stickers on her car, showcasing a bright child (I haven't done this yet, but believe me, I see it in the horizon). I'm just amazed at how much a person can change, once you become a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNXK9Z-NvI/AAAAAAAAADg/RM1DUpto5UE/s1600-h/DSC03074.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026957454869411570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNXK9Z-NvI/AAAAAAAAADg/RM1DUpto5UE/s320/DSC03074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNZQtZ-NyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GoFMfocAEro/s1600-h/DSC03072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026959752676914978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNZQtZ-NyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GoFMfocAEro/s320/DSC03072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNXEtZ-NuI/AAAAAAAAADY/tyAi80nwCv8/s1600-h/DSC03072.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this means in order to live up to my new "soccer mom" status, I must do several things - 1) I must take a camera to any family function that involves more than 4 people. Even less, sometimes, but that's the rule for now. I'm starting to leave my camera in my purse. I'm tired of thinking, "Gee, I wish I had my camera..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNW_tZ-NtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/deneiBh_eUM/s1600-h/DSC03066.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026957261595883218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNW_tZ-NtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/deneiBh_eUM/s320/DSC03066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNWldZ-NpI/AAAAAAAAACw/GVr3mK82iic/s1600-h/DSC03036.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026956810624317074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNWldZ-NpI/AAAAAAAAACw/GVr3mK82iic/s320/DSC03036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) I must mumble several thousand apologies to section 106, row H, because they must once again raise out of their seat because Peyton has to go to the bathroom, then AGAIN when Brendan does. And, no, they can't both go at the same time. That would be easy. Remember, I'm a SOCCER MOM now. Nothing is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNW1tZ-NsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rFEWaX8rlCE/s1600-h/DSC03060.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026957089797191362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNW1tZ-NsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rFEWaX8rlCE/s320/DSC03060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNWv9Z-NrI/AAAAAAAAADA/x8g5eKZFLQg/s1600-h/DSC03051.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026956991012943538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNWv9Z-NrI/AAAAAAAAADA/x8g5eKZFLQg/s320/DSC03051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, 3) submit myself to public humiliation during halftime, while snapping pictures in a fiendish frenzy while screaming at the top of my lungs. Why, you ask? Not during the game. Oh no. Remember, SOCCER MOM. I'm yelling at the cute little children carrying their basketballs across the court during HALFTIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNXatZ-NwI/AAAAAAAAADo/0Yh8D36bL8E/s1600-h/DSC03084.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026957725452351234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNXatZ-NwI/AAAAAAAAADo/0Yh8D36bL8E/s320/DSC03084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNWptZ-NqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OtXUVt3idu8/s1600-h/DSC03044.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026956883638761122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNWptZ-NqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OtXUVt3idu8/s320/DSC03044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, it's a full-time job being a soccer mom. A job I used to roll my eyes at and giggle under my breath about. And now I find myself getting teary-eyed at the thought of my little boy in that cute little dribbler shirt and red shorts, doing figure-eights on the wood court that I work at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God, I love this job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God, I love being a Mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And, God, thank you for making me wait for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have so GOT what you were trying to teach me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some things in life are SO worth the wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you. Thank you. A thousand times THANK YOU. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-7800942312540152367?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/7800942312540152367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=7800942312540152367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7800942312540152367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7800942312540152367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-dribblers.html' title='Little Dribblers'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RcNXftZ-NxI/AAAAAAAAADw/P4mkmGM1NLY/s72-c/DSC03100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-3515133576134205721</id><published>2007-01-16T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:35.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding "STUDENT" to my repertoire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Raz79b8oswI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ba8xz-ukO34/s1600-h/business_bldg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020664717503935234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Raz79b8oswI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ba8xz-ukO34/s320/business_bldg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, this weekend was a success. I managed to do a few loads of laundry, clean my house enough to have company over (not my bedroom, though - thank GOD for doors) and it really felt good to be at home this weekend. I spent a lot of time with my babies, and was glad for the time off to be with them. Carson, my niece, has the flu, so the pediatricians want to put her in the hospital. It's gotten so bad that the Dr. has perscribed Peyton and Brendan medicine, since they have been exposed to the flu type that Carson has. Geesh - I hope they don't get sick. Brendan got sick over the weekend, but recovered well. I was glad to be home Monday on holiday, because if I hadn't, I would have been off to take care of Mr. B. He's good now, though. He went to school today. So did Peyton. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did some scrapbooking over the weekend. I'll post pictures later, but it felt good to sit at my CLEAN dining room table in my CLEAN dining room in my CLEAN house, and mess up a space to crop. I don't know about you, but I am not creative until I pull out EVERYTHING and make a total mess. Then, and only then, can I scrap. I had so much fun! It always feels so good to let loose and play with your family's pictures. Brendan kept wanting to get on the computer, and Peyton wanted me to hold her. I got them both started on their own "scrapbooks" - little mini spiral-bound scrapbooks that they put stickers in and pieces of colored paper that they cut up. It's so cute. And it allows me to get back to my own fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, today is it. I turn a new leaf. I'm going back to school. I've signed up to take a class at Murray State, and I'm going to finish up my associate's degree in Business Administration. What the heck will I do with that? Well, I'm not sure. What I do know, though, is that there is one thing in my life that I started, that I wish I'd have finished. I don't have any regrets in my life, except the fact that I didn't finish up my degree. It's a surreal feeling to think that in a few hours, I'll be going across campus, and I'm going back to class. Heck, I don't even remember how to take notes. I have a feeling I'm gonna start remembering. Pretty fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jason, a coworker of mine, painted his office over the three-day weekend. Looks pretty good! Shelley, I'll try to send you a picture soon. Me? With all these changes in the office, I feel as if January has turned into a TRUE N-E-W year. . . a new start. . . a new CLASS. . . a new life. It's going to be a great year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-3515133576134205721?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/3515133576134205721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=3515133576134205721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3515133576134205721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3515133576134205721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/01/adding-student-to-my-repertoire.html' title='Adding &quot;STUDENT&quot; to my repertoire'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/Raz79b8oswI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ba8xz-ukO34/s72-c/business_bldg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-8843773671010510327</id><published>2007-01-12T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:36.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You mean, I WON!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RagV7b8ostI/AAAAAAAAACA/wlKGjQwf2h4/s1600-h/bibles_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019285895562965714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RagV7b8ostI/AAAAAAAAACA/wlKGjQwf2h4/s320/bibles_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kahmeismith.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kai Lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; had a giveaway on her blog. Now, mind you, I sign up for ANYTHING and EVERYTHING scrapbook-related that anyone can throw in my direction. But THAT IS ALL. I don't really get into anything else. But I ended up breaking my own rules. A LOOPHOLE, if you will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RagV-r8osuI/AAAAAAAAACI/sjeq4OdUX10/s1600-h/drawbasket.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019285951397540578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RagV-r8osuI/AAAAAAAAACI/sjeq4OdUX10/s320/drawbasket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kahmeismith.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kai Lei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was giving away these precious bibles. Being a Sunday School teacher, I signed up for one. Well, I think I ended up with one! See this sweet photo of this sweet girl? I think she's holding up my name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RagWBr8osvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zssUtBUwet4/s1600-h/drawname4amy.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019286002937148146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RagWBr8osvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zssUtBUwet4/s320/drawname4amy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It LOOKS like my name. I hope so. Nothing like putting your foot in your mouth and being WRONG when it was someone else all along. How embarrassing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, I emailed her, and hopefully, will be getting a children's bible VERY SOON!! YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's to a four-day weekend! Okay, so it's only three, but still. . . it's supposed to rain, we'll have company over Sat. night (which means my house will be immaculate this time tomorrow - HA!), and I'll have a whole day Monday to scrapbook. I may post what I end up doing. Ya know, for someone that CLAIMS to scrapbook, you really haven't seen my work yet, have ya? Hmmm. . . I could be just an imposter, with an affection for signing up for free scrapbook stuff. . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-8843773671010510327?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/8843773671010510327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=8843773671010510327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/8843773671010510327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/8843773671010510327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-mean-i-won.html' title='You mean, I WON!?'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RagV7b8ostI/AAAAAAAAACA/wlKGjQwf2h4/s72-c/bibles_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-6437188784996164442</id><published>2007-01-09T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:37.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a wonderful friend, Shelley, that I send random emails to. We used to see each other every day at work, and she recently got a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to shift ahead in another company. Since she works out of town, I rarely see her, and to keep in touch, I send her "randomness" emails, because it makes me feel like she's still here. I think she enjoys them, too. I absolutely love her, and admire her ambition to never be afraid of change. She never was. I learned so much from her when we worked together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RaPdpOguSQI/AAAAAAAAABc/EC52PtH2xYw/s1600-h/MarieBelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018098110160587010" style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="255" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RaPdpOguSQI/AAAAAAAAABc/EC52PtH2xYw/s320/MarieBelle.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the spirit of RANDOMNESS, here's a few things I want to show you. First, here's a &lt;a href="http://www.mariebelle.com/index.cfm"&gt;great web site&lt;/a&gt; with a very original gift of chocolate. Not just any chocolate, mind you. Only the finest chocolate, decorated with beautiful artwork. What a gift for a special someone, right here at Valentine's Day! Wow!! Hubby should know about this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RaPfPOguSRI/AAAAAAAAABk/M0mDoYAjunc/s1600-h/3deswomenstamps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018099862507243794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RaPfPOguSRI/AAAAAAAAABk/M0mDoYAjunc/s320/3deswomenstamps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Also, here's a little something I've given as a gift. I absolutely ADORE this stamp from &lt;a href="http://www.roomservicehome.com/homeoffice/stamps.asp"&gt;Three Designing Women&lt;/a&gt;. It makes me think of what getting letters must've been like back in the "old days." You know, when they sealed it with wax? I don't think I'd ever do wax, but I'd definitely do this. Absolutely beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RaPg-OguSSI/AAAAAAAAABs/i5Ymb3FuWSU/s1600-h/flourpotcookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018101769472723234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RaPg-OguSSI/AAAAAAAAABs/i5Ymb3FuWSU/s320/flourpotcookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You know when you stumble across a site and say, "I'm gonna remember that site, so when I get cool and get my stuff (along with a lot of moola) together, I'll definitely do that!". . . Well, this is the site. This is &lt;a href="http://www.flourpotcookies.com/default.asp"&gt;The Flour Pot&lt;/a&gt;. They have absolutely the most beautiful cookies I've ever seen in my life. Definitely wanna remember this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, and to get off in a "RANDOM" direction, I definitely want to remember &lt;a href="http://www.benjaminmoore.com/index.asp"&gt;Benjamin Moore &lt;/a&gt;Paint number 475. It is such a beautiful color. I saw this color in a kitchen cabinet display window, and actually turned my car around to get a second good look! I called the store, and the lady told me, "Girl, it's Benjamin Moore #475." Well, file that one under "Must paint the next opportunity I get..." Maybe the camper. Hmmm. . . LOL!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mr. Brendan is doing very well in school. He has his first spelling test Friday. Spelling Test! Do you realize what I'm saying!? That's right. Now, mind you, he's in KINDERGARTEN. The only memories I have of Kindergarten is finger paint and carpet squares. Nowadays, they're learning their alphabet and SPELLING. . . IN KINDERGARTEN!! I just can't believe it. The spelling test will consist of four words: CAN, GIRL, BOY and READ. We only worked on two words last night - can and boy. He wanted to spell C-A-R. He's doing so great. I am constantly amazed at what he can do. What a smart boy. And I'm such a proud Mommy. How lucky I am that God chose me to be his Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, randomness over. I've got to get back to work. Oh, I've taken on &lt;a href="http://aliedwards.typepad.com/"&gt;Ali's challenge &lt;/a&gt;- to come up with a word to inspire your 2007 new year. Mine? Opportunity. I love the word. I'm gonna be excited to use this word in my scrapbooking this year. I'm eager to get started on a "year in the life" 2007 scrapbook. I'll upload pictures when I finish pages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll write more later! ~Aims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-6437188784996164442?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/6437188784996164442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=6437188784996164442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/6437188784996164442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/6437188784996164442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/01/randomness.html' title='Randomness...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RaPdpOguSQI/AAAAAAAAABc/EC52PtH2xYw/s72-c/MarieBelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-7196466018953795935</id><published>2007-01-05T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:37.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs that INSPIRE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I check DAILY the blog of &lt;a href="http://jeanettes.typepad.com/a_passion_for_scrapbookin/"&gt;Jeanette S&lt;/a&gt;. She always has the most informative info about stuff I really love. She's the coolest! In fact, she (along with &lt;a href="http://aliedwards.typepad.com/"&gt;Ali&lt;/a&gt;) is the reason I've started a blog. Just seemed like a really good way to remember all the things juggling in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016631232800114914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RZ6nhuguSOI/AAAAAAAAABE/-yYHpm_zTAA/s320/christmas+tag+book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You MUST check out &lt;a href="http://melodeelangworthy.typepad.com/candid_thoughts_/"&gt;Melodee's blog&lt;/a&gt; today. This is her image above. She is having a SB kit sale, and there's only a few left. So, get to buyin'! I absolutely LOVE this mini book, along with her tab book. I must admit, however, that I will not be getting any books this year. I didn't take as many pictures as I usually do (mainly due to STRESS - I was so busy doing other things, I missed out on capturing moments. {sigh} ), but if you are wanting to SB some Christmas shots, here's the way to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016632499815467250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="268" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RZ6oreguSPI/AAAAAAAAABM/9Jla3HnYtWw/s320/ali+and+donna.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aliedwards.typepad.com/"&gt;Ali's blog&lt;/a&gt; is also inspiring. She has wonderful things on it all the time. I just love her style. If there was ever a person I'd want to get to know, she'd be it. I bet she is the coolest person to hang out with on weekends. How fun is she!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's see. Who else inspires my SB-ing mind? There are so many, I just don't know where to start. More to come on this subject. Who inspires you? What inspires you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-7196466018953795935?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/7196466018953795935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=7196466018953795935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7196466018953795935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/7196466018953795935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/01/blogs-that-inspire.html' title='Blogs that INSPIRE...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RZ6nhuguSOI/AAAAAAAAABE/-yYHpm_zTAA/s72-c/christmas+tag+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-1962656742892675180</id><published>2007-01-05T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:38.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Freedom. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RZ6eJ-guSNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z77_geCIaFw/s1600-h/LEE+GREENWOOD+concert+information.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016620929173571794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RZ6eJ-guSNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z77_geCIaFw/s320/LEE+GREENWOOD+concert+information.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RZ6d7OguSMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SFZFq_bgmkg/s1600-h/LEE+GREENWOOD+and+3+special+guests+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever had that day that is not totally the norm, but in a good way? I love those days. I work at the Regional Special Events Center, and I totally love my job. I wear many hats at this facility, and it's always neat to see what will happen next. Today, I'm finishing up a flash card for a Lee Greenwood concert we're having at Lovett Auditorium, a sister facility we have here on Murray State's campus. &lt;a href="http://www.murraystate.edu/rsec/leegreenwoodflashcard.html"&gt;Here's the card.&lt;/a&gt; I love how it turned out. My job lets me have creative freedom on these cards, and I absolutely love that. I put it together, and they always seem to be pleased. Thank you, God, for my job, and for such a team of supporting coworkers. Wow. How lucky can you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Peyton has been running a fever. I was actually off from work yesterday, taking care of her. She is so sweet. I realize as a "grown-up," how we sometimes secretly enjoy taking off a day to cuddle with our babies. I never like either of my children to be sick, but I can't say as I mind cuddling up with them and fuzzy blankets, while we flip through the TV all day, either. Thank you, God, again, for small blessings and happy memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My cup runneth over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-1962656742892675180?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/1962656742892675180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=1962656742892675180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/1962656742892675180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/1962656742892675180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/01/ever-had-that-day-that-is-not-totally.html' title='Creative Freedom. . .'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RZ6eJ-guSNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z77_geCIaFw/s72-c/LEE+GREENWOOD+concert+information.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-6165843241358490561</id><published>2007-01-03T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:38.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RZvdvR7TeoI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4r19esidUPQ/s1600-h/2006+bren+and+pate+3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015846414342912642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RZvdvR7TeoI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4r19esidUPQ/s320/2006+bren+and+pate+3+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man, am I glad it's the New Year! Everything seems new this time of year. Old things forgotten, yadda yadda. . . it's just a good time to start something. I'm oh-so-good at starting things, it's just the finishing part I haven't grasped yet. . . !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of finishing, I just wanted to show off our Christmas cards this year. I want to show them off. I NEED to show them off. Want to know why? Because they are still on my dining room table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;AAARRGGGHH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The fact that my Christmas cards are still lingering around is haunting my New Year!! Most times, I'd just save them for the next year. But us mothers who invest a lot of time and moola into "Picture Cards" must get them out. Whether in December, or January. Oh well. It won't be the first card I'd ever heard of getting in January!! I know my babies will look TOTALLY DIFFERENT next Christmas, but this year, they are just adorable, and Mr. Brendan is still missing his THREE front teeth. Yes, in the picture he is only missing two, but days after this shot, he lost another tooth right next to this space, making it look like he needed to ask Santa for a partial, not just the two front teeth! It is the most adorable thing I've ever seen, and I'm one of those lucky Moms who get to see this most infamous Christmas card the rest of my life, and smile on this most momentous occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. I'm motivated now. I've got to get those cards in the mail!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And, just a mental note to myself for next year. . . get the cards out by Dec. 1!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-6165843241358490561?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/6165843241358490561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=6165843241358490561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/6165843241358490561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/6165843241358490561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007.html' title='Happy 2007!'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFluBHNMP7Q/RZvdvR7TeoI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4r19esidUPQ/s72-c/2006+bren+and+pate+3+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456190306321928348.post-3205490465487664846</id><published>2007-01-02T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:49:58.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, that was easy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my resolutions this year was to start a blog. Well, here goes! My name is Amy and I've been checking out the whole "blog" scene now for about seven months. I decided if I was still obsessed in '07, then it was time to start my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a wife of a wonderful husband, Brad, mother to two very beautiful children, Mr. Brendan (6 yrs old), and Miss Peyton, 2 yrs old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My other obsessions (besides blog watching), is graphic design, interior design, but most of all SCRAPBOOKING. If I had my way, I'd be locked in a room at least 8 hours a day scrapbooking. If I did this, I think I would catch up in about two years or so (HA!). Anyways, I love my family, I love my God, and I love my scrapbooking!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to use this blog as a tool, to remember past mistakes, and prepare for the future. We'll see. I just love embarking on the unknown. You never know where it'll take you. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456190306321928348-3205490465487664846?l=amy-maness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/feeds/3205490465487664846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456190306321928348&amp;postID=3205490465487664846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3205490465487664846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456190306321928348/posts/default/3205490465487664846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-maness.blogspot.com/2007/01/wow-that-was-easy.html' title='Wow, that was easy...'/><author><name>Amy@DesigningaLifeILove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4252/910179480752188/220/570985/gse_multipart46410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
