tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56781344503323771072024-03-05T07:32:23.354-08:00Sweet FamilyLet me know you were here and leave a comment!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-36630774286442829142009-04-10T22:45:00.000-07:002009-04-10T22:59:29.224-07:00Spring Break!This week has been really good. I slept over at Vanessa's because NO SCHOOL On FRIDAY!!! Yay! So I spent the rest of the school day on Thursday with her. First thing Friday morning we went to the Springer's for a photo shoot of the Moore fam. They turned out so great! Sister Springer took a bunch of photos of me afterwards too! I had been wanting some, so I got my wish! Thanks Sister Springer! I'll need to get them from her so I can post them up here. MOST of them turned out good. Then after that Vanessa went with her family out to lunch and I went with the Springer chicks to see the Hannah Montana movie. It was ok. I'm still not lovin her, but I'm makin progress! Right when we got home we got ready for Vanessa to come so Sister Springer could do her hair for prom. Vanessa drove me home and I hanged with their family while we waited for the rest of the guys going to prom to arrive. We had lots of fun and, did I mention, it was Zack's first time! He is going with Natalia. (a girl from seminary) I'm hoping to have lots of pics for ya!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-32250814694399644592009-04-03T18:17:00.000-07:002009-04-03T18:32:14.062-07:00YW Father Daughter Campout<div align="center"> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong>This was our super happy fun Young Womens father daughter campout! Too bad I forgot to take pictures of our dads...</strong></span> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320639890691721634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1Pn7StHiyKrfp7MvLdB0urGLU_X2jULF1NXt1amlIbKw82kPuam2bLK96LpGpaMCJpFh530-ezyI_TQNJKdzpEwsu7hBMrsiV86QQOxavNJBuvfYagIwOC_ZhEkfCdFWU8WBuhsPPXXg/s320/Beach+pics+014.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320642271448705778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-zAQgnCJi__EZ9evPkGJrJcqesO8wiMCWDvSeYgk3DX_qXPGRHeG4VXk6WDKsWZqytJkg1Efl1YnJIgCJmcbJzBZqfMI6SetyrU8gDwnWHos8zn3KNpdp7EEXwqO6bDadg0PxZM_myfs/s320/Beach+pics+46.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320639896426534978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyRtcsbA9yQcOJHgDEBoekd5CIOqEqHXRRwCbtURofDanGwlz41Qw8cQHq7T_w2nm-8kFGqL6btNaSq5CllvMQRPfuLecJLH19hpwjEjgpZhW_CxYJarqhhZw8obPELqEiohDCq1FYsfiK/s320/Beach+pics+019.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeoMg_-VlUo0NZag-w4w3fJ7X6-A0EDvUaQKVjhVy437MQY6LrpXQOQQ3Yzodiqt8-FaQoE-8TivN082afpJ7gudSe0Ve51U4SRK3BkWzdjKziON9s7lWnyH7kKTDDiIRZcCdHoa9-D_AM/s1600-h/Beach+pics+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320639884829493426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeoMg_-VlUo0NZag-w4w3fJ7X6-A0EDvUaQKVjhVy437MQY6LrpXQOQQ3Yzodiqt8-FaQoE-8TivN082afpJ7gudSe0Ve51U4SRK3BkWzdjKziON9s7lWnyH7kKTDDiIRZcCdHoa9-D_AM/s320/Beach+pics+018.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320639895924502418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQdgqzVcnTqKMVWNAT9FY_tTtzXgCzSYxTZu1_2w6YcQS8ojR9TLHWQDEtmIEUc0QbeWExjtEZbS-iFES-DR8eUdlX0aNbrPZhFse4ngBo0pjulUKeqH4ufruGMb6KQaOhTe7H6CQtTAxL/s320/Beach+pics+44.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">We forgot our swim suits so we had to make due. lol :)</span></strong></p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-57255399637312584962009-04-02T17:50:00.000-07:002009-04-02T18:02:53.737-07:00Finals are Over!!!<strong><span style="color:#339999;">All done with finals! My grades a great and I'm feelin good. <span style="color:#00cccc;">:D</span> I got an <span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">A+</span> in my math and Science and an <span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">A</span> in my Language! I hope this next term turns out just as good if not better!</span></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320263821220767858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFaNjMhh3nfyGlgj10TmlLOxiFgRBxMWonv1rCbx7STrFwOdXyULYMzNUNP3OPEbvojF_-tq2AvzS5amCcBUDiS9b1oh8QYfmPY3KXmmJoa5kMV4wMeGpXcxQFZqISgOGcCc6PRcPy24b/s320/A+.png" border="0" />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-76758770938965188572009-02-15T12:48:00.000-08:002009-02-15T13:04:00.581-08:00Wonderful Weekend!My weekend is half way over. :( I have had so much fun though! My brother, Logan, had his birthday party. He's 13 now!!! WOWZA! Time does fly. So he kicked me outta the house on Friday for his sleepover/birthday party. I retreated to my friend Bridgetts house for the weekend. We played v-ball, ran to the park, and did other super fun stuff like that on Friday. Then on Saturday my mommy gave Bridgett, and Bridgett's Daddy a hair-cut. After they all had their new cuts Bridgett, her mommy, and I went to the mall the find somethin to wear to the dance on Saturday night. I found a good dress at Papaya and it was only 15 dolla. So then we both got matching jackets to wear with the dresses. Then her mom took us to get our fingers painted. That was officially the first time I had gotten my fingers done. It was okay. I got black with white polka dots and Bridgett got red with white polka dots. They matched out dresses. *tee hee* After that we went home and got changed for the dance. Then with an extra hour to kill we got undressed again and went outside to play v-ball. *haha* We got ready again and left for the dance. The dance was fun. Did I mention it was Davids first dance? He was shy. I made him dance with Bridgett. *Mwahahaha* I hope he climbs outta his shell someday. And guess what!!! I won a balloon. The DJ took all the lists of people that were there and read off the names that he thought were special. ^.^ And that was my weekend. It's not even over yet. I still have Monday! :D I hope I can finish my homework in time to do something fun with Bridgett and Rita!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-83414581999635228142009-02-06T16:10:00.000-08:002009-02-06T19:45:11.599-08:00Weekend, Ahhhhhhh<div align="center"> Three tests! Three stinkin long grueling tests!!! My brain is dead so if I spell anything wrong, DON'T COMMENT!!! Volley Ball is going great! I love it so much it's not just a sport anymore. It's life. Aside from homework. Hate homework. Love school! Hate homework. I just got back from school and I have NO HOMEWORK!!! YEEEAAA! </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">At seminary since I have 100% attendance and no tardies all month, Sis.Fig gave me this iron on Jerusalem thing. We've been learning about Jerusalem lately. Well I tried it and here is the finished product. :D I'm really happy!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299895877450635506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsUzqh5ulYIiKfJHlrwSkNQmsEfv1LxDmolcliHHE0WON2z5jYdi9IEbTakJZu0-m846_JOFXARM5hFGzmPHTvUDJH6iOGzsQUnouulVcpMZb8-xyq04ID8GSk8Dh8nA1QcGskAs8u_wvo/s320/Amy+077.jpg" border="0" /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-10662269391384815322009-02-04T17:53:00.000-08:002009-02-06T16:10:29.226-08:00School!This is the second week I've been in public high school! I go to High School and am loving it! Homework keeps me way to busy so that's why I haven't been blogging and that's why I probably won't be blogging near as much anymore. :( Sorry, but duty calls.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-66096907856823568192009-01-20T10:21:00.000-08:002009-01-20T10:29:27.717-08:00New President<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDaIXleUcZ7eA9TxEi55tubDvSs1IJBMQsPh4fCBsmXnfPQS10v1iS_1nlyh2KL0nmUJK1_U_IVVURKH8PWzG5z0rgCQw4fMcZKRD2Ne3ypBlZVWhi2RqTTcSCul2TOndhSCZTjHrJV81w/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293443102604812834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDaIXleUcZ7eA9TxEi55tubDvSs1IJBMQsPh4fCBsmXnfPQS10v1iS_1nlyh2KL0nmUJK1_U_IVVURKH8PWzG5z0rgCQw4fMcZKRD2Ne3ypBlZVWhi2RqTTcSCul2TOndhSCZTjHrJV81w/s320/Obama.jpg" border="0" /></a> I just finished watching the inauguration! It was great. Even though Obama isn't the person I had hoped to be president, I will support him and trust that he will lead this country faithfully. I am extremely grateful for the years that President Bush has put into serving this country. <br /><div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-11281131155643863272009-01-14T12:15:00.000-08:002009-01-14T12:28:46.730-08:00Having Fun with the Camera<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"> I was bored so I decided to go outside and play with the camera a bit. These are a few pictures I got of our Bird of Paradise.</span></strong><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291246353775994866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVnJ6OXYEeWCjYoTI672ygmFcj8wvKDJNbOvrBPTZuiUU2spNlHzlvCWPufB941snHhKp18GVc0YZekRrzMlnNHf94y-4O6xo7In8C86hKlIRtoEtAHxGEtomt20OFBlr27JoGmq3eWJN/s320/Bird+of+Paradise+004.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291246356420907250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWe2NjEDLD0lSrC3yh6PR_OUVgBDvMS6htR2QjSOQHg23VrssQ1uO685roH4NF4cAmlAYT0JutPRUIzf_TuJSjOAfaUaSymTEy60Cj45vpebgG6vQtUbizQHPSRxIjoGBkeVPkHzlOGvu5/s320/Bird+of+Paradise+003.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291246362155727362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFNccwyPJmgCJlT7p-T9erL7ACToOL2-6vMJhd58pDiw9Zc92fXbR6SxRIvHnWs6x_b7LluvJKdxJE7xOuQWh1GbNJS9-So3HB-usVNuYnUgn7aUGvNgyYSJJaCGtBxE61XsmFXMCgJiOt/s320/Bird+of+Paradise+006.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">For these last 2 pictures I took them with the intention of making one of them my computer desktop. That's just if you were wondering why I was taking crazy pictures of the inside of a flower. <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;">^.^</span></span></strong></p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-43184969216114268432009-01-12T08:45:00.001-08:002009-01-12T08:59:38.145-08:00Paint Ball Pics<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZC0e8p6vtKUCz3LbjfRVOdvQkU3SNwr4VZUBppohX4qCEay1-GspS5e9TI_86T_8tzxeJaQXRmGrtG_KWPow13-hK-tYEK4W0Gn3Fcjk-aXk359mZE3exD9ZGMX0HM1qFs_k83ypUw9sI/s1600-h/Paint+Balling+%238.JPG"></a><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmcYi7ok-rjVaava8hMWK0RTg4iEnpRc2gs7rbwCJTHVY2u8_e45FIyuS_ubJRSwDUIpuSt3j5yd__1ZTZGY_Tb1HbnYihmF6UYlra36d2Wy0uKM8-yv1uY_K_Ys3XMPWzwDzzEbjRQ6D7/s1600-h/Paint+Balling+%232.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290450091675321170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmcYi7ok-rjVaava8hMWK0RTg4iEnpRc2gs7rbwCJTHVY2u8_e45FIyuS_ubJRSwDUIpuSt3j5yd__1ZTZGY_Tb1HbnYihmF6UYlra36d2Wy0uKM8-yv1uY_K_Ys3XMPWzwDzzEbjRQ6D7/s320/Paint+Balling+%232.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div align="justify">Ever since we got the new paint ball gear and guns for Christmas dad has become </div></div><div align="justify">a fanatic. And regrettably, SO HAVE I! But It's so much fun! I'm the person a little in front of dad and a bit to the left. I have my mask on so you can't really tell who I am. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290450102235845458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7b-uz-au2Mj3rZz4g-7eo0eug218xtW-fVN3rOwP6GjcGFjPV9sM7_KlPC345vzWWIbBMXTdkFmotSucM4Rm0TrFxuU4MO3m9u4_Zf21lc-Lt0sA2MHXKe7owwBQyOfRFJa_PfS3ua-R0/s320/Paint+Balling+%235.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290450098271376690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtOGDVKJHE6ukirEHH890ofr7Xo69HVfgLUG29vCIkdRFX2dPsQBHOeM1ZJDsXra6TYcG22KUx9yvglGIAeyQQkIXkQL6PKUlMVkWvEn1Yf3B4e7TF2G7rQri2xJYus9hAKY8YMCYhSmm/s320/Paint+Balling+%233.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">We only brought 2 guns so every other game we had to switch out. It was pretty fun watching everyone sneak around and pop people.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290450106682132210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6n8tZPvrG9ierS7S6sx0k75UID6YvSORwJF8NKrdWwC4ls3FKK2_Fpd6kNjtfGHI3P2saCaWoK7ddT-Otn57yskiB9ex54RsKNhyl_slU-puSiKyp2RAFWzdV3-SjdFQdt2V0Mz5as6Dn/s320/Paint+Balling+%237.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">This is my dad. I got him pretty bad. XD</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-32157919928781107292009-01-05T09:49:00.000-08:002009-01-05T10:02:40.869-08:00My Birthday and the DanceHappy Birthday to me! Yep, I turned 14 on the 27th. My whole family + grandparents, went to the church gym and set up the volley ball net. We played a full game of it. HEAVEN! I love volley ball with a passion. Then came the New Years Dance. I have been reluctant to go and have tried to ignore all the whoots about me being able to go. I'm not the type for dances. My parents made me go anyway. I do have to admit, It was more fun then I thought it would be. But at the same time, not as fun as I had hoped. Allot of people asked me to dance. Spencer only danced with me because Vanessa made him. Here is a nasty picture my friend Bridgett took of us. I have a really annoyed face on. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287870081745432754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaaB5GykhF51T_sI2j1PryD79W2hr1bMRNnItRtYhxVMwO7b6FwTnN7l5TMM4tHp37jiiafzSuR48PlJ4pOmiEbzLsDlJ78uWCoQUzOdltdvlU9zxVaWqFIpwlmASUJuUsIP6RYjtgHgF8/s320/Dance+%232.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287870087975249042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjMRVc77ylNAFBV9cCn-8kX1VdchenLzOWGjal2gj6C2dpJ8O3vZYqQWCpTU4908xbRXprJRizF6AnWjn3Lo9pk5SV1KI7ED9WB0BOCynGsWruKLIAwfjOqjdr8ebThR_JqaEhs98vSsPH/s320/Dance+%235.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Us being bored. I got tired after the 3rd hour. Yes, it was a <strong>4 hour dance</strong>!!! Way to long.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287870094968426642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWHfI41-WE0RsEwPLb2vyu7wWEqjR8EdicoFJSpjy6FXysEEJIrvMrjvoGzRNdHCv2vFfPNxLcOcS94YNum-k0yFM8XbLoCcPWaIEF5UbVV4ZeHHAQp38Xq3lm27QxRtJPNus5cRcOagJ/s320/Dance+%233.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">It's blurry, but here's a pic of us hiding out in the bathrooms.</p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-46860045882039187902009-01-05T09:35:00.001-08:002009-01-05T09:49:10.629-08:00Christmas!<div>I am so lame. No Christmas pictures. So I'm just gonna ramble about Christmas. You can keep reading if your bored. </div><div>We had a fun Christmas. Since we couldn't go to Oregon, my Grandparents came over here. Wait! I do have one picture!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287866037278554610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQAlntSisX8NRJxrrRK0C5JSRVDSPla-PTkeqGZ1ToPPwMTI7RXo4phVL2RaQJBDxEaAQzkGjQds4qEPHxtWivYIHUVuLTAp_LnJJYkPx_wf8ZpJdMtUfxO6QcH547kaofiyOrVCV-W2D/s320/Christmas+Day+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /></div><br />Here it is. We had lots of fun and played scrabble and other fun games with them. We didn't have a huge Christmas but it was probably one of the most memorable ones. I got my parents a $10 cold stones gift card, Logan a $10 gift card to target, Landon a belt (which he needed and wanted)and a cool magnet car, Savannah a gift bag full of stuff little girls would want, and a pair of socks which she wanted and needed. My parents gave us all some long John PJ's, and some sweaters and other stuff. It was fun. Allot has happened since Christmas, so expect an <strong><span style="color:#339999;">explosion of posts</span></strong>!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-45077703582862736232008-12-28T13:19:00.000-08:002008-12-28T13:22:27.523-08:00Coming Soon!Christmas posts are coming soon! But they will have to be in a few days because we have family in. Oh ya! My grandparents from Oregon came down here since we couldn't go there. So I'm gonna spend some time with the family while they're here instead of me sittin at the computer while everyone is having family time. But I'm still here so don't give up on me! :)Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-9253312737317490962008-12-23T11:42:00.000-08:002008-12-23T12:01:27.162-08:00Loooong MorninIt all started at 4:00 in the morning. Dad came into my room and woke me up. We were all ready and packed for our trip to Oregon for Christmas to stay with my Grandma and Grandpa. I hopped in the car with my blankey and pillow. We headed off for the 14 hour drive ahead of us. I quickly fell asleep. So a couple hours later I woke up to the sound of my parents talking. We were on a road that had a bunch of ice on it. My parents were discussing which road to take. One was a shortcut, but had more ice on it, and the other was allot longer but wouldn't be as hard on our suburban. So Dad decided to take the shortcut. We had been traveling down this road for a while when suddenly the engine started making a tapping noise. Dad slowed down and listened hard. The crankshaft which is usually tight and snug, loosened up and was knocking, <strong>which is really bad!</strong> So we pulled over and dad called AAA. We waited about 20 min. And they arrived. So then we started our journey back home. Another 100 miles. So now were home with no plans for Christmas, no suburban, and our clothes all packed up. So, <strong>no Oregon after all!</strong>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-1652371874292672992008-12-18T13:48:00.000-08:002008-12-18T14:28:52.718-08:00Christmas Tag!<span style="color:#990000;">1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">I like wrapping paper by far. It's fun to rip it apart!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">2. Real tree or Artificial?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">I just love real trees. They smell so good! Although we've had an artificial white one for some time now.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">3. When do you put up the tree?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">Whenever my parents get tired of hearing me ask about it.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">4. When do you take the tree down?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">Whenever my parents get tired of me bugging them about it.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">5. Do you like eggnog?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">I'm getting better with liking it.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">6. Favorite gift received as a child?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">Hmmmm, I'm pretty old already! :P I liked my zen-vplus allot. But I think my favorite gift was my brand new bike I got when I was 7.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">7. Hardest person to buy for?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">Logan. I never know what he wants!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">8. Easiest person to buy for?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">Savannah. Anything girly.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">9. Do you have a nativity scene?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">Probably 3. But I think we only have one up.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">10. Mail or email Christmas cards?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">I love getting Christmas Cards! But we never send any out.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">Probably the High School Musical game. (I'm not a huge fan at all of High School Musical)</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">12. Favorite Christmas Movie?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">It's a Wonderful Life</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">2-3 weeks before Christmas. I'm so bad!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">Not that I know of.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">I like it all! Food is just so yummy! </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">16. Lights on the tree? </span><span style="color:#006600;">Who doesn't like lights on there tree?!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">17. Favorite Christmas song?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">No clue.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">I like having family come here for Christmas. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">nope</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">20. Angel on the tree top or a star?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">A pretty star!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">Christmas morning!!! Although it's a tradition of ours to open one gift on Christmas Eve. It's always a new pair of pajamas!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">22. Most annoying thing about this time of year?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">Having your sister or brother wake you up at three in the morning on Christmas</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">23. Favorite ornament theme or color?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">I like red and silver. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">24. Favorite time for Christmas dinner?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">A bit earlier then our normal dinner time.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">25. What do you want for Christmas this year?</span> <span style="color:#006600;">A Volley Ball!</span>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-47292322623522523772008-12-18T10:55:00.000-08:002008-12-18T11:01:01.846-08:00Amy<div><div><div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>I got a new Winter Coat for my birthday. Mom wanted to give it to me now while it was cold. I love it! Savannah has been the one taking my pictures. She's pretty good!</strong></span></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281206535909605986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-E1k5Z02kqaPmIk6ZrQ8pvDm5bEgju32IFDgJiOcDftJLgmXQmiOywBEPp1KBEyEkskSDR9NmBx3TMI-1Kw5sIek4NMUNVtEW3i_DTiUogRFYACKVKm0TaqibJVl_mXai2FGPiTmDTH5d/s320/the+living+marshmellow+003.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281206540554710546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXW-5LEtgPV80sGMi9J3TG-57pthWF7CQDQC1flqB5RLsfXLmm5E1GhZ5F0te7Ry_mko6dFN-Uut65LNXo8PFZ-YtvDYLdWzL2Dbc_DJOME99fKVSIv5-YskCrlq_4D5KznuNg9bJ2_F-g/s320/the+living+marshmellow+001.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281206558799876562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogjpb77RuXkDWuqDdB_lyxjk1WkDtdscLNjZGprnwHoYh5wsD55Vawimm9z1VRa1YjDud4_afvg20VXTNt-tizbgrXFgWzsXsbte4e_7N-zB7yn3O3rrxEFV8EBp5LyPG7kJpNUDzmql9/s320/the+living+marshmellow+004.jpg" border="0" />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-24844021671250862982008-12-16T09:12:00.001-08:002008-12-16T09:12:34.104-08:00We are Funneh!<div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'><object id='A624918' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=aTnqjyB1SLnvDwbB&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=aTnqjyB1SLnvDwbB&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself'></param><param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'></param><param name='quality' value='high'></param><param name='allowNetworking' value='all'></param><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /><param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=aTnqjyB1SLnvDwbB&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself'></param><param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'></param></object><div style='text-align:center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3D3eqnkVc962IqI2s8zd-LEn6AS_az2AYshRYPjNXcWFfZd4QU8Cnu8CZwmR2cZMxmtXwUgZ2NRUXMnuez9B_Avp9P1xb8FRqpIUc0lYT8sOjWs71U3wemBDLRWECpUnHdy5wNvsfIGC/s320/Christmas+2008+006.jpg" border="0" />I really like this. Keep scrolling down cause there are two more posts.</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-2649910143773381322008-12-09T18:57:00.000-08:002008-12-09T19:07:34.548-08:00One thing leads to another...<span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong> It all started with Savannah asking me to put a clip in her hair. So then it led to me brushing her hair, doing a twist, another twist, 4 small braids, and adding a whole different clip. And it just wouldn't be finished unless I curled it. So here is the finished product.</strong></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277992523802810706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmhIm0oC4miyvNK-OjUd8bUAC9otHkSWnRZBeg_0gJzHwPhxf0wVeBjNTgEsBFdswAFbtFYaIcSqssxz2gYj_qlNS9LGSBy_0-PhGSqa6dXIM3MwKAyGmadgIHRwlHujqhYYF1j9n090R0/s320/Christmas+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277992520576920850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-uYMRcz8eliORBBnTnNse-buHJdgvey90P-i893MGRK5Lmwngkv2J3gzfGKWVWmwm0G13TDLBzGKgZBhfi4fJxCwsFYIDJxLbRmjicpbT8RieXif3v4l-CerA3VFllblAXZZXL1oCqBQJ/s320/Christmas+2008+005.jpg" border="0" />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-29440402538374984652008-12-09T12:44:00.000-08:002008-12-09T12:57:16.756-08:00Silly Stuff<div align="center">~just blowin~<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277894796429129154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEvvPZogMfa94UWHelVICGwpx2Z2Yq_yFHCD3q-0BawZREd2O8hwy8KwcASF0zJpQ_xVVI3tCNstvpVpAOn0xnb1zEgBLJrqJp83NfvkqZo0TVrOKAwL_99Yl-K0kqnE81PXFglSCnrdD/s320/Thanks+Giving+2008+109.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">~I think I've got it~</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277894781932772706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qFL3RC2c7qhQCsDCgExrswheGcw11ZfWNs8ksd4OjW-71GzSYxXAL3l2pd557ia7BtKg0G6IciJaUPKQAR0tMEpNss1h5pcqu38aCFIKbMFZEkcs35-eFvah6JQZgnxJknvOYNoTD0LI/s320/Thanks+Giving+2008+108.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">~I've got it!~</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvDg-DpYBb9IenDK5g8qYRCRl1hf0Nr_Cy0rq4aoMvwJ4JJz8KMToIsbOh9QGRPkd2raM2u_6PQMjOOxURvZrg7VsAOhUraKE5rl05lGE9ivEasCM2dno-g3Vc-joWXFtrZ6P4jb_gCUF/s1600-h/Thanks+Giving+2008+110.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277894802076328594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvDg-DpYBb9IenDK5g8qYRCRl1hf0Nr_Cy0rq4aoMvwJ4JJz8KMToIsbOh9QGRPkd2raM2u_6PQMjOOxURvZrg7VsAOhUraKE5rl05lGE9ivEasCM2dno-g3Vc-joWXFtrZ6P4jb_gCUF/s320/Thanks+Giving+2008+110.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">~It's still coming!~</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277894806933099570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kzz60zPSv5YBrM4e2SwllUvzoMQFrJD496K_duSceZakoaaP_Sztq_WL5H41HmgkDe8KjBo3yn98W4v-E2tBDZ2Ijd3mnfxkizblhKOOqH_mJTVlCrBxPTJWn3gqOyjb5zVo8YWjdfFM/s320/Thanks+Giving+2008+111.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">~Aghhhhhhhhhhh~</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277894813252365138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDMv4wO6ZiwPNbozSqkKCcp9gVYhBAr-ZrcufzqG-ICl3VpolwwLf9MTIu9EuVlOBKQHgQR6SAc8vG2D4EMLcQ3A4BO4tPdJlpBpmoaYKdqaSud9BkYht22aLv0Oq1v3ThvR8I8BpI1cF/s320/Thanks+Giving+2008+112.jpg" border="0" /><em>6 gumballs can go a long way</em></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-36591707729270438622008-12-07T12:55:00.000-08:002008-12-08T09:35:13.381-08:00Thanks Giving!Sorry I'm late on posting. It's been really busy these past few weeks.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div>We had a really fun Thanks Giving with my moms sister and her family. I love decorating the thanks giving table! It's really fun. I made some little papers that said things along the lines of Thanks giving. Then I burned the edges to make it look cool. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277159146431928002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu4u4ZqaV0XyfUG-2wEHPy6YbuaM0X2NiT4YPzhyphenhyphen1H7MuttDqK5wD8eJcSB1XRAyV3BrA6qYv9KWnBhkhaBKv4q_a8x4NCDo3Ym5CZJhph_VphkjBsb5jBu9TM1FJjqPWISFZMl7S0ANpI/s320/Thanks+Giving+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277159136518733138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeIFr6c-TLZyVIuTeFLwa7Al6cP1YEXtxW7xGhOgGU-e0_vEWUl80JKpsmIDZh3GtQJX-zMH5QfK-nDuRrMCqvKSVGw7aUWKVuw_CcL4tCUSA6HZehS9icsICL1Djx6wdpFdpae5i6MSN/s320/Thanks+Giving+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277160395165585458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3a2x2zwpqWb0wGr2GlsvwAmDUxWfnphxu4_JP_Dp9p_OkKZvun40KimWSw1uvPXpSo2gH2lmeG5VAH_o16fek5Y5WpY3_PL6X_J8oxhcJ5lkQbqtUbFDfdqSzDnJNxOQnnq1XtQA_tWCt/s320/Thanks+Giving+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>My cousins are so cute! Little Vila is the youngest. The last time I saw her was on her blessing day, so it was weird seeing her walking and talking and rough housing with all her brothers. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277166991287849202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fUoO0bv-Oq8ld_WPLkBRr0623WwBhB0HLm1MUJFAIVyfgu8Xvh_oTRPO6AkZw-PcYDmYwr5MGxvnwhy6GEAeruL-mNThUsOY2jnbBO4ynkcPiDEGuvBFpCXPjNkrQ6nGQTB0wo9D7D4Q/s320/Thanks+Giving+2008+044.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">Vila and my dad had so much fun playing together. I honestly have never seen my dad having so much fun in my life. Mom said that he used to play this game with me when I was that age.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277161055589687522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZo9WduhyphenhyphenRdo9Vv1Id67xgaJD50a_-6jKQjMEIZZxI68jNjetTKgW2517qJbtakjJezUlwNF8t4BZv5GWU67D4uBnkEfLqIBsebjg7prXy3zbSfWvxLQQrYDNZpfn-x_AeJZPS6oeyr4q/s320/Thanks+Giving+2008+093.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277162176628654434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi782056EQZVVQoRIHeW3GgvS6exAraaC34Hdk_nrG-BWtuFTd_IeWodA_FjmqKh5j1eTkV0mYZquYbKezg7Y1ABKC2JNOkVw2x_jSxQQoiu0lLsKNIZMZ6bI6cwuyx_kHI223oICjmEe4s/s320/Thanks+Giving+2008+070.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">This is what Aven (Villa's big brother) would give me each time I tried to get a picture of him.</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277162167095945634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3ATwb_lfNIXcNx3KEzIsv7Sx9uEiWnzfrXrQzASnRe40SZ_I-UuN2wl7_LNeK-X5TyflmNSvvWuT36vddmKgKys2sXizc0e0BH7dJMXW4EI46CdbY2m8d8y73_xG0ZkC0An753UCHiaN/s320/Thanks+Giving+2008+074.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">He also started throwing pillows at me. Apparently it was a pretty fun game. (for him)</p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277162192058319602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwc7pEvnGJsdx4yyv4Knp8qrTuLVg5FzknQb7Pc0IigoNnM7F6gWDFcLjr9U1-kvrIudMo17RN-LOKTYMJTF7k5Dg-_7O403MDK85zB7b-hQq8LrAKU5I0wszfalPe2lAdrSG4vlJw2-8/s320/Thanks+Giving+2008+084.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">I don't have many pictures of Owen (his brother, the oldest)because dad got him addicted to our racing game on the computer. So I didn't see much of him. DAD!</p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277162185991601234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_NcF3IYMJ2os93I0NHvNWYaDQSitMs5J9zySS63bhqAjql5EPoyz5bpah9kv_5g1_vSwJSKNuwsdEcWDyW470-s9CEsCDcPX5spWivmsoNUEeQIhQyEbLXSiYtXawq1hCB9GhZUOwVNe4/s320/Thanks+Giving+2008+082.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">This is the only good one I got of him. No family pictures! How bad of me.</p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-51682734576885177552008-11-20T13:08:00.000-08:002008-11-20T13:18:54.145-08:00My Temple ExperienceLike I said, we went to the temple as a youth activity. It was really fun. But we had to wait a loooooong time before we could start the baptisms. We were all in our jump-suits waiting for them to hand out our names. He handed me my names and I excepted them. Then I looked down at them and noticed they were blue cards. BOY CARDS!!! I walked over to him and said, "These aren't mine." He looked at them, then looked at me and said,,,,,,,,,,,"Yes they are." I made my voice really high and said, "No there not." He looked back at me and said, "Oh! Your right! Let me get you girl names!" I walked back to my seat and my face turned real red from holding back the laughter. Then everyone started staring at me. I couldn't help myself. I started laughing. It was so funny! He really thought I was a boy! <span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>XP</strong></span>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-48998206240155275072008-11-16T08:51:00.000-08:002008-11-16T09:03:43.368-08:00Nothin Much...I know it's been a while since I last blogged. Sorry! Ummmmmm let me think of something to blog about......Well I'm really sad that Volley Ball is over. I went to the temple yesterday, no protesters. I start High School in January. We have family coming in for Thanks Giving. No one is sick and the weather is hot. I can't think of anything else to blog about. We had our gratitude dinner and the Evening of excellence. They both went great. Please give me some ideas Sister Henshaw! No wonder no one checks my blog anymore.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-74300438294802592552008-11-09T07:59:00.001-08:002008-11-09T08:34:00.417-08:00Last V-Ball Game<p align="center">I played my very last volley ball game on Friday. D; We won! We played Freemont and smushed them bad! After the game we had dinner at a pizza place with the team and everyones families. I had allot of fun. I'm going to try to play for the High School since I won't be able to play for this team. Can you find me in the movie??? I'm the only one with short hair.</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwSXVAGxvhD7oCY1xYKh5A_3rCjHd_Zo1jlde7z8MIIw607Ni9_3B2XTOr6f4XtmNLo-15J8DDWUYvtCb4OlA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-22384828734532637122008-11-03T20:29:00.000-08:002008-11-03T20:31:58.381-08:00A Long MorningEvery morning I wake up at 4:00 to take a shower before seminary. Then I get dressed and go lay back down to sleep for another hour. Then mom comes in and wakes me up. Then we leave to go pick up other kids that ride with us. Well because of the time change I didn't want my schedule to be thrown off so I made sure that I set my clock to the right time. So I woke up at 4:00 and took my shower. Then I went back to sleep. Mom came in and woke me up. It felt like I got a little sorter amount of sleep after my shower though. So then we started our rout to pick up everyone. Well we got to the first door and knocked. No answer. So we waited for a bit then we left to go get the second person. He didn't answer the door either! We were running late already so we figures they just found another way to get to seminary. I got there and Brother Baker opens the door and says, "Your here early." I said, "Don't rub it in." (because I thought I was 20 minutes late.) He then said, "No, I'm not kidding! Your over an hour early!" My mom forgot to change her alarm an hour ahead. I called her and told her to go pick up the others for seminary. Poor mom. She was so tired the rest of the day. So while I was waiting for class to start I went in and set out the tables and chairs for class. It was a long wait and I couldn't get myself to take a nap. Honestly, I can't even remember what the lesson was on because I was so tired. But hopefully I'll get there ON time tomorrow.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678134450332377107.post-68469406860381909132008-11-02T18:14:00.000-08:002008-11-02T18:29:32.578-08:00Random Stuff<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8bnDW-pOSzJI9VYBCUX6vi3oBaAebz7rJOokk19PXXcPmzXuCH73RZDsh7goVqf9i_M_mERqLpJEyUaPxv1jk5XTScEpoQafN_e_CL7y0OsvzTrG56R0J5Mmf5kU_v5Is00QVJIYt0oCa/s1600-h/Halloween2008+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264249890851568562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8bnDW-pOSzJI9VYBCUX6vi3oBaAebz7rJOokk19PXXcPmzXuCH73RZDsh7goVqf9i_M_mERqLpJEyUaPxv1jk5XTScEpoQafN_e_CL7y0OsvzTrG56R0J5Mmf5kU_v5Is00QVJIYt0oCa/s320/Halloween2008+051.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">This is a really cool picture of my dads moon roof in his car after it rained.</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264249879754846322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJUPpcPsN-Bd6eBQTgBOf5Zs8r2bSWWYUiYSc1NFAjV4xf6Ry15CZCcQeKFcmCwh-3eCopllHmHEISyqPeRvYieee2-_8XRyanfwcgBFl8UH1YJ1Yif5xVmXxmw_njzw2mq8hbxalGGxu/s320/Halloween2008+022.jpg" border="0" />They were laying down sleeping together. But when I came to take the picture they woke up.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wFXCy_sDTFc18Jzsidtd-y0BrASv37OWQECRMIGbaV02n9w0m2a97RCtnqig9YquGS_tbhCT0yyHCYaS20QTNQPNWUDjYmD32ioL3chyEVPRYiGJdfziu_6I_0IMTqIPvJLH44vx31GC/s1600-h/Halloween2008+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264249883318023618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wFXCy_sDTFc18Jzsidtd-y0BrASv37OWQECRMIGbaV02n9w0m2a97RCtnqig9YquGS_tbhCT0yyHCYaS20QTNQPNWUDjYmD32ioL3chyEVPRYiGJdfziu_6I_0IMTqIPvJLH44vx31GC/s320/Halloween2008+050.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264252545275375394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIpdsPbJVZWCnOMfYIxPeDlQbCjMtG3JCjjh3uxow5UGQUFURXFi1VEspDk0Zl17fTRy28jLcn7ZAj0xOCvBexPZQ9y4Fl1vDB4YtgdQEZxSJqoJH6L9aPAczIjBrDXXtzRLRLKPjh3Dep/s320/Halloween2008.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHvxg5EZH2VlB-rpADC1zmR5rH-T-l5M9POWTlM7N7CqAMQxTH7DC0D1A-8ACR9OPDydEeYEVDjfFdtWpf8GVKtkobXV8FYA_2mFhN0Se2md-SpgGT_-N85CXw9bjulfRgyNsw4TapjVw/s1600-h/Halloween2008+014.jpg"></a>Why do all my shoes end up in the same spot??? Under my computer desk?<br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626741098914434003noreply@blogger.com0