<?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-6734414716390484285</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:44:32.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twinkle twinkle little star</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-5077225730513331512</id><published>2011-11-13T11:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T07:19:57.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at this cute little monkey... couldn't you just eat him up?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zNy1b-RuMbs/TsAH0547ghI/AAAAAAAAAuI/1FfLHRONAxk/s1600/lucas%2Bhalloween.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674544135961018898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zNy1b-RuMbs/TsAH0547ghI/AAAAAAAAAuI/1FfLHRONAxk/s320/lucas%2Bhalloween.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is hard to believe that Lucas is already 2 years old... Time sure does go by so fast! Its hard to believe that my baby boyfriend isn't such a baby anymore, but cute just the same. He is QUITE the handful, and I freaking love it. His smile melts my heart and his hugs could be the remedy for many things. I may not be there everyday like I was before, but he sure does love his Manda Manda! I am grateful for modern technology that I am able to face time or skype with him weekly, just makes me one happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13GkjA_wXYE/TsAH0iuRYbI/AAAAAAAAAt4/mDC6wDmsR0k/s1600/lucas%2Band%2Bamanda.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674544129742299570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13GkjA_wXYE/TsAH0iuRYbI/AAAAAAAAAt4/mDC6wDmsR0k/s320/lucas%2Band%2Bamanda.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I am going to Mexico in 34 days? I am so excited, its ridiculous. Every morning when my alarm goes off at 4:45 am, and I think that its OK to just sleep.... I remind myself that I only have 1 month left until I am going to be in a bathing suit for a week. That is my motivation to get up and work out. The mornings that I am really tired I just tell myself that I will only do 10 min of the workout, knowing that once I start doing it, I'm not gonna stop. Nothing like a good butt kicking at 5 am to get your day going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xdAzI8xT31Q/TsAH0FNn68I/AAAAAAAAAtk/KkYBiYcoaq8/s1600/post%2Bworkout.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674544121820736450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xdAzI8xT31Q/TsAH0FNn68I/AAAAAAAAAtk/KkYBiYcoaq8/s320/post%2Bworkout.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been doing Turbo Fire for my workouts, and it is amazing! Every morning I am just floored at the amount of sweat that comes off of me. I wasn't quite sure how I would do, working out at home and all, but I have loved it. Its the actual leaving to go to the gym and that hassle that I just didn't really love. But this I just roll out of bed, brush my teeth and I am set to get my sweat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kYMEc-SgWEI/TsAH0D3aPUI/AAAAAAAAAtY/yiAku6VRqk4/s1600/turbofire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674544121459129666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kYMEc-SgWEI/TsAH0D3aPUI/AAAAAAAAAtY/yiAku6VRqk4/s320/turbofire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For anyone that is looking for a good, entertaining and hard workout... I highly recommend Turbo Fire. Love love love it! It is giving me a run for my money and helping me be ready for Mexico. (which is in 34 days just in case I forgot to say that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-5077225730513331512?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5077225730513331512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=5077225730513331512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5077225730513331512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5077225730513331512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2011/11/look-at-this-cute-little-monkey.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zNy1b-RuMbs/TsAH0547ghI/AAAAAAAAAuI/1FfLHRONAxk/s72-c/lucas%2Bhalloween.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-9031290777102021255</id><published>2011-11-13T10:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T07:21:56.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11/13/2011</title><content type='html'>Perhaps this semester is kicking my trash... who's bright idea was it to take Physical Anthropology, American History and Philosophy at the same time? Too much reading! There just isn't enough time in the day to work 8-9 hours, read, do my assignments, write papers, talk to mike oh and sleep. That seems to be the one thing that I tend to skimp the most on. I am 27 and I have really dark circles under my eyes and I think some permanent bags there too. Oh well... such is life right? It may sound like I am complaining, but really being this busy makes time go by soooo fast. The weeks really just get away from me. Which I like, believe me. I only have 34 days until I got to Mexico and I am BEYOND excited. I am also very very very excited for Mike to be back in the states. This time apart has really given us the chance to get to know each other on a whole new level and I am grateful for that. However... I am just so excited for him to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUtKuHE1jnM/TsADCJEihwI/AAAAAAAAAs0/n2Pac8N9cf0/s1600/football.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674538865816405762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUtKuHE1jnM/TsADCJEihwI/AAAAAAAAAs0/n2Pac8N9cf0/s320/football.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I may be super busy, but there is never too much going on to enjoy me some sister time at the Broncos game. Amie and I have gotten quite spoiled over the last few years with Matt's job. Sitting in a catered suite , great view of the Broncos.. YES PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOaTJKMrSks/TsADB7UDatI/AAAAAAAAAsk/hcHBT7iZcak/s1600/punking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674538862123379410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOaTJKMrSks/TsADB7UDatI/AAAAAAAAAsk/hcHBT7iZcak/s320/punking.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very blessed in my life to be close to my grandparent. Growing up, they lived in Cheyenne and so Arvada was just a hop, skip and a jump away. I have always been very close to my Granny, and anyone that knows my Granny knows that she is the most amazing woman alive. I have decided that everyone should have a Granny like mine. My Grandad is something else, he can be quite the pistol. He may act like he is tough, but on the inside he is just a softy. Last year they were visiting Colorado and I made the joke of calling him Punkin. (only doing it in the most obnoxious and over the top loving voice). From then on, calling each other punkin has just stuck. Last week I received a package in the mail and they were the most comfortable pajamas ever. And to my surprise, they were from Punkin :) See... he is a softy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-9031290777102021255?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9031290777102021255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=9031290777102021255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/9031290777102021255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/9031290777102021255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2011/11/11132011.html' title='11/13/2011'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUtKuHE1jnM/TsADCJEihwI/AAAAAAAAAs0/n2Pac8N9cf0/s72-c/football.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-5758357412236963652</id><published>2011-08-18T16:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T16:55:14.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction</title><content type='html'>I would like to clarify something I wrote in my last post. I mentioned how excited I was to go to Mexico and do "whatever may come my way". I realize now, that that statement could be left up to interpretation, which was not my intention. I understand that Mexico sometimes can have a bad reputation, but that shall not be a part of anything I do on my vacay. I simply meant that besides relaxing on the beach, swimming with the dolphins and more relaxing on the beach.... I have no set plans. And I like it that way!! It has been a rough year or so and I am looking forward to treating myself to a little slice of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JiljBT2mxo/Tk2We8vCzVI/AAAAAAAAArw/gLK1r9AslyY/s1600/Cozumel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642331366608784722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JiljBT2mxo/Tk2We8vCzVI/AAAAAAAAArw/gLK1r9AslyY/s320/Cozumel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But What I am equally excited about, if not MORE excited.... is to see this cute man again. I have a double count down going... one is to when I go to Mexico, and the other one is to when Mike will be home in Colorado. I am so excited to see him everyday (more so than I do now), so excited to hug him and kiss him... and excited for him to be a part of my every day life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBS17rNobBs/Tk2WY7kJvXI/AAAAAAAAAro/h8Rb8v5LnLM/s1600/mike.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642331263215451506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBS17rNobBs/Tk2WY7kJvXI/AAAAAAAAAro/h8Rb8v5LnLM/s320/mike.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There used to be a thing that the girls and I joked around with at work, I lllllllllllike you, almost love you but like you. Now, I can't even say that without it being a lie. Because well folks... I love the guy. There is no ALMOST about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-5758357412236963652?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5758357412236963652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=5758357412236963652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5758357412236963652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5758357412236963652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/correction.html' title='Correction'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JiljBT2mxo/Tk2We8vCzVI/AAAAAAAAArw/gLK1r9AslyY/s72-c/Cozumel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-2257685899243481288</id><published>2011-08-14T22:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T22:19:24.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing- In-ACTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What the devil went down to Georgia?!? Who even remembered that I had a blog? I completely forgot!! Anyway.... it has been forever. Over a year since I last did a post and sure as ever, life has changed dramatically!!!&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 have grown to love Colorado again, and remembered what I like the most about being here. My family!! I have loved being close to my parents again, most of my siblings live within close enough of a vicinity, that we see each other on a regular basis. Amie lives here with her two boys, and if it weren't for them I would have lost my marbles 1 1/2 years ago when I came back! Who am I kidding... it has almost been 2 years. I can't believe it. Time sure does fly when you are having fun. (or not having fun either one) But seriously, life is good. Love my job, Dr Stone is a great physician to work for. I am able to get out of there at a decent and consistent hour, so I am going back to school. I have decided to get my bachelors in Public Health. Hopefully to continue with patient education and patient advocacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am going on my very first REAL vacation here in a few months. Sure a trip to southern California and throw in a Las Vegas here or there... but never a real do nothing but relax on the beach sort of vacation. Cozumel here I come!!! 1 full week of me, the beach and whatever may come my way down there. You bet your sweet buckets that I WILL be swimming with the dolphins. I CANNOT wait!! 17 weeks and counting :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is a very handsome young man in my life.... Mike would be his name. Although in my phone he is listed as My African. He is from Zimbabwe and then lived in South Africa. So literally he is African. Love me some dark chocolate... haha Just kidding! No but seriously, he's great :) I'm choosing to act like it is not a big deal and that I am casual about him. But anyone that has spent time around me in the last 4 months would know otherwise. I am one smitten girl, and I like it! Very refreshing to break that awful cycle of poor excuses of a boyfriend, so its quite nice. I am taking it one day at a time, see where it goes!!&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;Anyway... does anyone know how to change the name of my blog? When I started it, I was on a Friends kick. Also on a, just broke up with the ex boyfriend kick...so We're on a break seemed like the appropriate thing at the time. Help a girl out, I am literally blog illiterate.&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;Love you all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-2257685899243481288?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2257685899243481288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=2257685899243481288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2257685899243481288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2257685899243481288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing- In-ACTION'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-5093281465804625860</id><published>2010-07-10T17:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:38:24.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>When I moved back to Colorado, I had decided to be done with dating for a while. I had the wind knocked out of my sail with the whole Blake thing and wanted a break. But just because I wasn't going to be in a relationship, doesn't mean I don't get to have fun. Right? Let me introduce you to Kevin. Or as he is commonly referred to as Hottie McChocolate Latte.  I met Kevin while at work at the hotel. I know I know, after Blake I said no more hotel guests. However, this one was different. We were just friends....err so to speak. For the last 3 months I have been spending some time with this handsome fella, enjoying the eye candy on a regular basis. I knew when I met him he would only be in the picture a short time and I was OK with that. Spending time with Kevin made the transition back into single life MUCH much easier. I am grateful for his friendship more than I could ever express to a random guy that I met at my hotel. He helped me realize that I still got it going on, and Blake sure missed out on a winner. Funny.... Blake did that for me with Dylan, Kevin did that for me with Blake. Hmmm.... well thats my story and I am sticking to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TDkCsYjtleI/AAAAAAAAAq8/rr1OrUQ0yWo/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492424182084769250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TDkCsYjtleI/AAAAAAAAAq8/rr1OrUQ0yWo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   At the Rockies Vs Red Sox game. Kevin is a HUGE Red Sox fan so I took him for his birthday. Sucka!!!&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/6734414716390484285-5093281465804625860?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5093281465804625860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=5093281465804625860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5093281465804625860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5093281465804625860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TDkCsYjtleI/AAAAAAAAAq8/rr1OrUQ0yWo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-8978915504152436566</id><published>2010-06-14T11:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:55:23.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado Life</title><content type='html'>I pretty much have the best family in the world! Moving back to Denver has been a lot easier than I anticipated. OK that's a bold lie, but it was made a lot easier by these wonderful people. Many times I referred to not wanting to be back in Colorado, and I am sure that I hurt many feelings. However, I woke up one day and realized that I didn't mind living here. Huh?? where did that come from?!?&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love being around my nephews and niece. It is the most amazing thing to walk into a room and them yell " STAR!" I even had Jack tell me that " life was fun before, but its REALLY fun now that you're here"&lt;br /&gt;*tear* I heart them mucho bunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyjRY8LLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/0t2tpn334Oo/s1600/untitled14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482695546659155122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyjRY8LLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/0t2tpn334Oo/s320/untitled14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Ben and I at the Broncos Game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyi9KmrrI/AAAAAAAAAqs/q4vK4vNCY1M/s1600/untitled13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482695541230317234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyi9KmrrI/AAAAAAAAAqs/q4vK4vNCY1M/s320/untitled13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nap time with Kyan and Talon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyioT1knI/AAAAAAAAAqk/baC_y4Mu7Ek/s1600/untitled12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482695535631897202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyioT1knI/AAAAAAAAAqk/baC_y4Mu7Ek/s320/untitled12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyiQVMrPI/AAAAAAAAAqc/VxBw6442eS8/s1600/untitled11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482695529195154674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyiQVMrPI/AAAAAAAAAqc/VxBw6442eS8/s320/untitled11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyh3mAg2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/QYDCLum3nrk/s1600/untitled10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482695522554774370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyh3mAg2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/QYDCLum3nrk/s320/untitled10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amie and I at the Black Eyed Peas Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyLZY_llI/AAAAAAAAAqM/9oLgdv1yfNg/s1600/untitled9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482695136490002002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyLZY_llI/AAAAAAAAAqM/9oLgdv1yfNg/s320/untitled9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyLOPIiWI/AAAAAAAAAqE/QRWYX58k3k0/s1600/untitled8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482695133495855458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyLOPIiWI/AAAAAAAAAqE/QRWYX58k3k0/s320/untitled8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyKRuGmPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/z4TicCotmAo/s1600/untitled7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482695117251188978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyKRuGmPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/z4TicCotmAo/s320/untitled7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyJ9VDOLI/AAAAAAAAAp0/eZhoJc8g-ms/s1600/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482695111777401010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyJ9VDOLI/AAAAAAAAAp0/eZhoJc8g-ms/s320/untitled6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denver had an official Girls Night Out... and let me tell you it was AMAZING! It took some prodding to convince DJ that Jenn would be just fine going out on the town with me, but it was well worth it. Dinner and then an amazing show. And by show I mean Chip N Dales. Yeah baby! don't worry, those pictures I opted out of posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyGg-_fsI/AAAAAAAAAps/QMWETi9sZU0/s1600/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482695052629081794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyGg-_fsI/AAAAAAAAAps/QMWETi9sZU0/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZlxPfpH_I/AAAAAAAAApk/OSlJJJONKyM/s1600/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482681493017403378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZlxPfpH_I/AAAAAAAAApk/OSlJJJONKyM/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my baby brother graduated from high school... already! He has decided the join the marines and will take off for boot camp after the first of the year. I am extra glad that I get to spend this time with him while before he goes! After coming home from a long day, sometimes his hugs are the best thing a girl could ask for. Well maybe coming home to a handsome man (that isn't my brother) could be something a girl would ask for. As for me.. I am taking a sabbatical from being in a relationship. Dating is another story... turns out that dating and meeting random people has been ALOT more fun than being in a relationship. Freak! should have just done that a while ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZlwhXRkVI/AAAAAAAAApc/0U2wiVBA87k/s1600/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482681480634274130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZlwhXRkVI/AAAAAAAAApc/0U2wiVBA87k/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZlwSMWIOI/AAAAAAAAApU/JONiwKfBO6A/s1600/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482681476561903842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZlwSMWIOI/AAAAAAAAApU/JONiwKfBO6A/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little London Marie turned 2 a couple of weeks ago. So we had a princess party for her. I kept asking what she wanted for her birthday.... she told me " PINK TOES" oh how simple! That weekend DJ and Jenn came down and spent the weekend in Denver. Finally found someone that wakes up with crazier hair than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZlv27_OPI/AAAAAAAAApM/wk1YOqaoOgQ/s1600/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482681469245536498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZlv27_OPI/AAAAAAAAApM/wk1YOqaoOgQ/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZlvOJBECI/AAAAAAAAApE/EiJgbMwG7uY/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482681458294329378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZlvOJBECI/AAAAAAAAApE/EiJgbMwG7uY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over all... Life has been good! I sure do miss lots of people in Utah, but 6 months later... I am finally starting to settle down in Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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/6734414716390484285-8978915504152436566?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8978915504152436566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=8978915504152436566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/8978915504152436566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/8978915504152436566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2010/06/colorado-life.html' title='Colorado Life'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/TBZyjRY8LLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/0t2tpn334Oo/s72-c/untitled14.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-3407028153857192249</id><published>2010-03-18T19:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:17:00.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>M-I- Action</title><content type='html'>It has been forever since I've posted on here. For a while, I was kind of addicted to it. I would work at the hotel and have a lot of free time on my hands, so I blogged.  Then I became this slightly angry person for the last little bit, and I thought it was best to spare you all (the 3 peeps that look at my blog) from my bitter sarcasms and angry rantings. But the truth is.. that is how I felt. Life is always changing and I know that is something that will always be. I just wish that it would change "my way". I know that things happen for a reason and it all works out in the end. Sometimes, I wish I could just take a peek at that end. Just to know that I am REALLY going to make it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really even taken pictures lately, and that's a huge thing for me! Hopefully soon, I'll return to my normal self , and I'll perk up. I went on a mini vacation this last week, headed to sunny Las Vegas. I know many of you were very skeptical of me going, but it was just what I needed. After being dropped flat on my bottom, I swallowed my pride and called an old friend . I had hopes of spending this weekend with him to help gain some perspective. And boy did I ever! I've been told a lot lately that  "I'm just not myself" and that really has bothered me. Because no matter what is going on, or who is (or isn't ) in the picture, I'd like to think that I have the same demeanor, that even though I have a broken heart that doesn't make me who I am .&lt;br /&gt;So while in Vegas, I asked Dylan about this. He has been someone that has been in my life for 4 years now , and while a lot of that time was tumultuous..... he has still been someone that has understood me. I felt like thats why I kept in that relationship for so long, was because I finally had met someone that "got" me. Anyway, the point of this is that I trusted that I could get an honest response out of him.&lt;br /&gt;When we talked about it, he agreed. He felt like I hadn't been myself for some time and while taking some responsibility for that (as our relationship literally sucked the life out of me at times) he had a different out look on it.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for his advice, and after a few days of relaxing and contemplating... I decided that I am the same person, I just need to take some time to decide exactly who that person is, and what makes ME happy. I have spent the last 4 1/2 yrs in relationships, and while they didn't work out the way I wanted them to (thanks a lot Douche!) I have done a whole lot of giving for those relationships. Which I know that is what is done in relationships, but I didn't necessarily receive that gesture in return. With Dylan, I constantly was on the road going back and forth between Utah and Vegas. I felt like I was trying to figure out my life and his at the same time. With Blake.. I gave up a whole lot. I lived in Utah for almost 8 years, met a lot of great people along the way. I lived with my Aunt and her family which was the most amazing thing ever! I became so attached to their family and it was  a really hard thing to leave. But I knew it was the right decision. I was going to spend some time with  my family and then head out to start a life with him.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously didn't work out for me! But the point being, I made a whole lot of sacrifices and now... its time for ME!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take some time and figure things out, take some time to bring out the happy me.&lt;br /&gt;I call these my "one foot in front of the other " days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my wonderful family who has taken me in and giving me the love and support I have needed. I am also thankful for my trip to Las Vegas and the reminders I needed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-3407028153857192249?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3407028153857192249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=3407028153857192249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3407028153857192249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3407028153857192249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/m-i-action.html' title='M-I- Action'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-1774748574410624677</id><published>2009-12-19T03:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T03:36:33.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All my bags are packed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My wonderful dad flew into town last night to help me move home. I thought I had done a Bang-Up job getting rid of all the stuff I didn't " need" I took 4 garbage bags, a plastic bin, a suitcase and 2 boxes full of "stuff" to DI. (none of which were my purses). Then my dad came, and did the final cuts. Yet another 1 1/2 bags of misc stuff and almost an entire blue bin of stuff. Sheesh! This was ultra depressing, but my dad says once we get it all in the car I will be impressed. We'll see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a lot of people I want to say thank you to, for helping me along the way.  Hopefully I have said it to your face. But if I haven't, thanks to everyone who was a part of my Utah journey. Ive done a whole lot of growing up in the last 7 1/2 years since I've lived out here and I owe a great deal of that to my friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will miss a bunch a peeps in Utah, and it was super hard to say goodbye to them. However, I am so very excited for the next steps in my future... and I will keep everyone posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love ya'll !&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/6734414716390484285-1774748574410624677?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1774748574410624677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=1774748574410624677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1774748574410624677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1774748574410624677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-my-bags-are-packed.html' title='All my bags are packed'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-6456881141450131670</id><published>2009-12-15T16:54:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:26:39.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things NOT missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Though there are many things I will miss when I leave Utah (people mostly), there are a few things that I WONT be missing.&lt;br /&gt;#1 I can't Stand Utah hair. I'm not trying to be rude, but really? Must we Rat the hair?? Is there a need for it to be that big? Coming from someone that has hair on the larger side, I'm not sure what possesses women to have the "bulge" in the hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SygjQPxk4bI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nukjx74lEJE/s1600-h/bump+it.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415617313932370354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SygjQPxk4bI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nukjx74lEJE/s320/bump+it.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Utah round-abouts. I have driven in other states that have them, and yet... I've only ever seen people in Utah struggling with the concept. Truly, it is not that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415617871575880978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SygjwtKJlRI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2kJBf-fnYm8/s320/RoundABoutPicture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's my rantings for the day, its not meant to be rude. For the last week or so I have been on a non stop emotional roller coaster. Ive spent the last 7 1/2 years here and though it feels like the right move, its proven to be harder than expected. There is an episode of Friends when Rachel is moving out and her and Monica are a bunch of bawl babies. Phoebe comes in and lays the smack down, turning their tears into fighting. Similar type of situation, I am now trying to focus on the things I DIDN'T like about Utah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-6456881141450131670?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6456881141450131670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=6456881141450131670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6456881141450131670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6456881141450131670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-not-missed.html' title='things NOT missed'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SygjQPxk4bI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nukjx74lEJE/s72-c/bump+it.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-8392754647460465656</id><published>2009-12-03T16:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:24:09.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the places I've been</title><content type='html'>Over the last couple of days, I have been thinking about all the time I have spent in Utah. I moved out here right after high school , mostly to get a change. Wasn't sure what I wanted to do, where I wanted to be... so Utah seemed like the answer. I moved out here and randomly got an apartment (with girls I didn't know), and so my journey began. You would think by now, I would be an expert packer, as I have done it so many times. But I hate it all the same!! As I have been packing, I got to thinking about the different times I have packed (and moved) and the different roommates I have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Branburry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Kara was my very first roommate and still one of my very best friends. Very scary to move out on your own for the first time. Scary to move in with random girls you didn't know as well. I had some crazy good luck with this one! She is amazing and been such a good friend and "sister" to me. The rest of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roommates&lt;/span&gt; in that apartment.... not so much. But I got the best of them!&lt;br /&gt;#2- Duplex across from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Branburry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Cecile. One of the kindest most loving women I have ever met. She is simply amazing!&lt;br /&gt;#3- House in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Kristin, Krystal and Brittney. A VERY rowdy house with a bunch of Colorado girls. It was great! Kristin and I still remain very close and will always be grateful for her friendship and her example to me.&lt;br /&gt;#4- Rain Tree: Kristin , Megan and Brooke. Brooke and Megan are cousins and very talented artists. I knew I would love them after meeting them for the first time. (they were watching 24)&lt;br /&gt;#5- White Gables: Kristin, Megan, Brooke (and then later Sarah)&lt;br /&gt;#6- Some condo in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;orem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I don't remember the name : There Danette was my roommate (as well as some girl that had really stinky food and never cleaned the kitchen). Danette was a trooper being my roommate during that time. She took me to many doctor appointments, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dealt&lt;/span&gt; with my crappy boyfriend who lived above us, and was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;#7- Village on the Parkway: Danette and Stephanie. Stephanie... where do I begin to describe her. She is the most amazing person I have ever met. Such an amazing example to me, of love, charity and strength. I look up to her in SO many ways. I think she still owes me for eating pizza in a basement for a blind date!&lt;br /&gt;#8- Shelli's house in Sara toga Springs- my wonderful friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shelli&lt;/span&gt; and her husband Kimball so graciously let me live with them. My life had been in a bit shambles and they lovingly opened their arms to me. Shell and I worked at Dr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Young's&lt;/span&gt; office together and she was my SAVING grace there. We had a rule that when you go, I go. She went first... having a baby . Shortly after I went because I was sick of it. I got a lot of grief from people when I quit, saying I was making a huge mistake starting to work at a grocery store. She was the only one that supported me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everything. I am grateful  to her for so many things, and will miss seeing her when I move. Thank heavens for blogs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;#9- Shelli and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kimball&lt;/span&gt; switched houses: I was their tag along puppy who went with :)&lt;br /&gt;#10- House in West Jordan- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Irmazita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dog that I hated.&lt;br /&gt;#11- my final destination. Jean and Wes. My life had pretty much fallen apart (or so it seemed at the time) and they took me in. Wes gave me a job, and the 3 of them gave me a family. Words can't even begin to describe how much they mean to me, and I will miss them terribly. They took me into their family and literally made it as if I was one of their own. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sariah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is now 12 and has been such a key person in my life. I remember talking to my aunt Becky the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sariah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I talk. She has held my hand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; break ups, more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Dylan&lt;/span&gt; drama and a nasty car accident. I love her so very much, and feel like shes a little sister to me more then anything. It broke my heart to tell her I was leaving and makes me cry just thinking about it. Lucas has been my baby boyfriend for the last few months, and I feel I have been so very blessed being apart of their addition to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved out here in Aug 2002. Its now Dec 2009. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 7 1/2 years and 11 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; locations. YOU DO THE MATH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am not a fan of moving and am looking forward to getting settled in after the move! Its a little weird because for so long now, I have wanted to leave Utah..... it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel right. Now , it has never felt SO right. I am excited to spend more time with my family, I am excited to spend more time with Blake. Life has had some good changes for me in the last year and I am looking forward to a new start.&lt;br /&gt;I have met so many good people while here in Utah and a fair share of bad people too. All of which have brought me to who I am today. I am so grateful to everyone that has been there along the way, as a part of my journey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-8392754647460465656?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8392754647460465656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=8392754647460465656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/8392754647460465656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/8392754647460465656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-places-ive-been.html' title='Oh the places I&apos;ve been'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-1721653353814603386</id><published>2009-11-24T16:31:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:10:07.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So it has been forever and 12 days since I have updated my blog. Truth is.... my life has been SO crazy and am now starting to get things under control. Let see... where shall I begin??&lt;br /&gt;The first part of October I went for a fun weekend away in Las Vegas, got to spend some time with my brother and sister. Few weeks after Vegas, I was in a car accident. (for all those family members who want to make a comment about me being in YET another accident... please refrain. Its a bit of a sensitive subject) Anyway... dealing with insurance and all that jazz, finding a car with in my budget was the BIGGEST nightmare of my life! Luckily, I was able to find a Toyota Corolla that I liked and the price was what I was looking for!&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the accident, Amie and my mom came out to Utah for Lucas' baby blessing. It was great to have them here. See, when Amie my mom and I get together in a hotel room there seems to be quite a bit laughter that happens. Somehow, the hotel brings out the funniness in us (or we seem to think we are funny, either way). Then... after that weekend, I went back to Colorado to spend some R&amp;amp;R time with my family. The picture below is of Ben and I, don't be confused by his glasses... thats really NOT Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;Then... there was Lucas. The love of my life. We call him my baby boyfriend because my REAL boyfriend is 2000 miles away from me at the moment. I now see why parent take so many pictures of their little ones, because it is quite addictive. He is SO stinking cute, I can't even handle it! I love taking naps with him and giving him baths. His smile melts my heart and cheers up any bad day. Well that about sums up my life for the last few months! Blake finished up his training at Ft Campbell the end of October, and I'm glad that is over! He is now back in Savannah for a few weeks then he has MORE training starting next week that goes for 3 weeks. I'm so proud of him the way he keeps going. I know he is under alot alot of stress getting ready for his deployment. I do my best to not be a COMPLETE brat and keep the fact that I miss him like crazy and would like to pull out my hair to myself. Let me rephrase, he knows how much I miss him he just doesn't know that we get off the phone or web cam and I cry. I am LITERALLY counting down the days til Christmas when I get to see him , and then March when he comes home from Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SwxuYTcFnXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y7AlbBMJ1pg/s1600/luc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407818616379121010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SwxuYTcFnXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y7AlbBMJ1pg/s320/luc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SwxuLOj98LI/AAAAAAAAAj4/eUsSdq-WZBY/s1600/bath+time.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407818391731695794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SwxuLOj98LI/AAAAAAAAAj4/eUsSdq-WZBY/s320/bath+time.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Swxt7hIPYaI/AAAAAAAAAjw/80JphEohnU4/s1600/meand+luc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407818121837765026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Swxt7hIPYaI/AAAAAAAAAjw/80JphEohnU4/s320/meand+luc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SwxtxaYVyLI/AAAAAAAAAjo/0tYbKOVGuYI/s1600/me+and+luc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407817948227553458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SwxtxaYVyLI/AAAAAAAAAjo/0tYbKOVGuYI/s320/me+and+luc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Swxthdr3zQI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QAWHW-4ljI8/s1600/ben.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407817674236873986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Swxthdr3zQI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QAWHW-4ljI8/s320/ben.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SwxtWNwucmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JRMTBbZDOPA/s1600/amie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407817480983704162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SwxtWNwucmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JRMTBbZDOPA/s320/amie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SwxtJ4mEnyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oQ6kbGCfAV4/s1600/car.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407817269143445282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SwxtJ4mEnyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oQ6kbGCfAV4/s320/car.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SwxtAIjEXiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/l7fS4hv3zQs/s1600/dj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407817101627121186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SwxtAIjEXiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/l7fS4hv3zQs/s320/dj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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/6734414716390484285-1721653353814603386?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1721653353814603386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=1721653353814603386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1721653353814603386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1721653353814603386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-it-has-been-forever-and-12-days.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SwxuYTcFnXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y7AlbBMJ1pg/s72-c/luc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-6209319142904956267</id><published>2009-09-22T09:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:46:40.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Srju7b8G_pI/AAAAAAAAAjA/djc5gxGslMM/s1600-h/blake+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Srju7b8G_pI/AAAAAAAAAjA/djc5gxGslMM/s400/blake+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384316059400994450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Srjum1KHJUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/5kkQTVFXPgM/s1600-h/blake+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Srjum1KHJUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/5kkQTVFXPgM/s400/blake+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384315705393358146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Srjul9HxTWI/AAAAAAAAAiw/GECWzBLswDM/s1600-h/blake+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Srjul9HxTWI/AAAAAAAAAiw/GECWzBLswDM/s400/blake+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384315690351152482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       this one was got cut off, but he is wearing a BRIGHT&lt;br /&gt;                                     pink best friends bracelet and mine is orange. Who&lt;br /&gt;                                     doesn't love those cheesy prizes you win at arcades?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SrjulBTEEmI/AAAAAAAAAio/UaBEz8LIqW0/s1600-h/blake+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SrjulBTEEmI/AAAAAAAAAio/UaBEz8LIqW0/s400/blake+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384315674292392546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Srjuj9ytoCI/AAAAAAAAAiY/1sTYSQh5OQo/s1600-h/blake+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Srjuj9ytoCI/AAAAAAAAAiY/1sTYSQh5OQo/s400/blake+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384315656171528226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I love him and I miss him..... Enough said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-6209319142904956267?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6209319142904956267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=6209319142904956267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6209319142904956267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6209319142904956267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-one-was-got-cut-off-but-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Srju7b8G_pI/AAAAAAAAAjA/djc5gxGslMM/s72-c/blake+060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-9058976098702120565</id><published>2009-09-10T08:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:48:52.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The new love of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SqkPbF-haoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/AXA8UFWg8Fg/s1600-h/lucas+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SqkPbF-haoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/AXA8UFWg8Fg/s400/lucas+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379848188006066818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SqkPauc-o1I/AAAAAAAAAhw/NnZ7-_8AD6U/s1600-h/lucas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SqkPauc-o1I/AAAAAAAAAhw/NnZ7-_8AD6U/s400/lucas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379848181691360082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SqkPaRJ_7nI/AAAAAAAAAho/QvzKzQw3BF4/s1600-h/lucas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SqkPaRJ_7nI/AAAAAAAAAho/QvzKzQw3BF4/s400/lucas4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379848173827124850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SqkPaBo-HjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/CsEEvCnEBFI/s1600-h/lucas.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SqkPaBo-HjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/CsEEvCnEBFI/s400/lucas.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379848169662062130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;These pictures aren't that great... (from my phone ) but in all the craziness of a new baby coming, my camera has been misplaced. BUT.... Lucas Kennedy Pierce born September 6, 2009 at 3:10 pm. 7 lb 2 oz 20 1/2 inches long. He is ADORABLE!! I did not know it was possible to be head over heels in love with something that isn't even mine... but I am!!&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/6734414716390484285-9058976098702120565?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9058976098702120565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=9058976098702120565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/9058976098702120565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/9058976098702120565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-love-of-my-life.html' title='The new love of my life'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SqkPbF-haoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/AXA8UFWg8Fg/s72-c/lucas+1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-4481372667457797811</id><published>2009-08-31T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:16:57.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My cute dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Spxmn6JtQMI/AAAAAAAAAhY/18Ryf0Jl1h4/s1600-h/summer+of+fun+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Spxmn6JtQMI/AAAAAAAAAhY/18Ryf0Jl1h4/s320/summer+of+fun+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376284890984431810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great weekend with my amazing parents in town. My uncle Andy was blessing his baby Emma, so it was fun to have everyone get together. Saturday after the blessing, we all gathered at the park and played there for a while. As we were packing up to leave, someone so nicely pointed out the fact that I had a flat tire. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;I opted to call my road side assistance, but my dad had a different plan instead.  He said "why don't I teach you how to change a flat tire, in an event that you don't have cell service and are stuck"&lt;br /&gt;So there we were in the ever so hot sun, having a learning moment. Back in the day when I was growing up, my siblings and I used to have a joke in moments like this. See... when you ask my dad something (whether that be simple of complex)  you should be prepared for quite the explanation.  So way back when, when dad would start his explanation of something we would sing " Bill Nye the science guy". Each time, he would just shake his head and roll his eyes walking away. I love my dad.. oh how I love my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to church with Andy and Debbie, as Andy was teaching. In class we talked about the life of Joseph Smith comparing to the life of Jesus Christ. Both went about doing good and constantly teaching. At that very moment, I was overcome with emotions. I couldn't help but think of my experience the day before with my dad and the flat tire. There have been countless times in my life, that my dad took the time to teach. Sure we joked around with him for the longevity of his lessons, but regardless he took the time to teach. And what an amazing teacher he is. My dad is seriously the most amazing man and I do have him on a ridiculously high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pedestal&lt;/span&gt;. But in my opinion, he deserves that spot way up there. He came into our lives and our family has forever since that day, been blessed in numerous ways. I am so grateful for the wonderful teacher my dad is and the amazing example of hard work and constant love my dad has shown for me.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, my mom had called me to talk about some health concerns my dad is having and was in instant tears. Not because I didn't think my dad was going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... but because I have always seen my dad as this strong person. The leader of our family, the head of the household. Not that him being sick would change that, but I had never EVER thought of something effecting my dad like this. It was hard for me to swallow. I actually couldn't even talk to him for a few days. Only for the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I was going to call him, the tears started flowing. (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; rapidly I must say) I felt like I needed to be strong for him, as he had been for our whole family for so long. And the mere thought of talking to  him made me anything BUT strong. Eventually I just swallowed all my fears and tears, and just talked to him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;... he's my dad. There is no other explanation to it then that. He's my dad, and always has been. From the first day he came into our lives, he's my dad.&lt;br /&gt;So there in the 90 degree weather, my dad who is "sick"... wouldn't let a good learning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; go by. And now I know how to change a tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-4481372667457797811?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4481372667457797811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=4481372667457797811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/4481372667457797811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/4481372667457797811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-cute-dad.html' title='My cute dad'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Spxmn6JtQMI/AAAAAAAAAhY/18Ryf0Jl1h4/s72-c/summer+of+fun+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-6827041878273305171</id><published>2009-08-20T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:54:30.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youre the only Ten I See</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/So1y-ARnS-I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jFNwVPvxEfI/s1600-h/blake+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/So1y-ARnS-I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jFNwVPvxEfI/s320/blake+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372076340074204130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;This one is my favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/So1y9i5LF-I/AAAAAAAAAhI/137ddcTuNXg/s1600-h/blake+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/So1watj69DI/AAAAAAAAAfI/VxWU3vEcXMA/s320/blake+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372073534732039218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/So1waDnEhoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/piLvitNtkN4/s1600-h/blake+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/So1waDnEhoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/piLvitNtkN4/s320/blake+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372073523470960258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/So1wZmGVRZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3bJNUEp_1rM/s1600-h/blake+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/So1wZmGVRZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3bJNUEp_1rM/s320/blake+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372073515549017490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have kind of been absent from the blogging world for a bit. But what a better way to catch up by doing the post on my amazing trip to Tennessee! I honestly got to the point where I didn't think it was going to happen, as it had been a rough month. Drama , drama drama! Well not really, but things get hard when you are so far apart from each other, and seems as though 100 different thinks were working against Blake and I seeing each other. But ALAS, the time had come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I left Thursday morning and had a 2 1/2 hour layover in Denver. Thankfully, my amazing sister Amie came out to have lunch with me. I was a wreck and so it was such a comfort to have my sis with me for a bit. I say I was a wreck, because well I was! I was nervous, scared, anxious and excited all at once. I didn't know how things would be once I got there, I didn't know how he was going to react to me, I didn't know how I was going to react to him. Were we going to act like we were "just friends" or would we be the same as we were 4 months ago when we started dating. EEEK! Needless to say, the flight from Denver to Nashville was the longest few hours I had felt in a LONG time. We finally got there (after being delayed for over an hour) and the second I saw him, all my worries and insecurities flew out the window. That first hug he gave me was the most comfortable feeling and I knew it was the right thing to go and visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday we got up and went to breakfast and then planned out the rest of my time there. All week long was "week of the eagles" it was a big support the troops celebration at Ft. Campbell. They had concerts, parades, fairs ... the whole bit. Friday night was Carrie Underwood which I was TOTALLY stoked about. Saturday we got up and went into Nashville (about an hour away from the base). We went to the Country Music Hall of Fame, and then went to this HUGE mall and did some shopping. Then... the best of all, we went to the Titans and Bucs game. The two fastest ways into my heart. SHOPPING AND FOOTBALL! Our seats were amazing and we had a blast. At the start of the game it was 88 degrees and like 80% humidity. Holy hair batman! The whole time Blake kept saying " aww... look at my girl with a fro" As if I wasn't already aware that my hair was frizzy and no matter how much hair products I put in, it was still something scary. What do ya do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday morning we got up and went back into Nashville and went to the Grand ole Opry, Opry land, the museum and saw some sites down town. Right next to the Grand Ole Opry, was this great shopping place. Inside they had this place where you could pet and feed the sting rays. It was so much fun! Blake had never done anything like that, so he was grins ear to ear. He loved feeding them, though every time they would come up to the side of the tank, he would jump back and kinda squeal. It was cute! They had some old carnival type games that you could win prizes from. I felt like I was in a movie, with my hot man winning my stuffed animals from the games. It was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;After that we were pooped and decided to go back to the hotel. We stayed in Nashville Sunday night because my flight was at 6 am. We went back, cuddled up on the couch and watched a movie. Ah... best way to end the best trip! We ended up talking until almost 2 am and left for the airport at 445 am. Not a whole lot of sleep, but it was well worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This trip was good for me. When he left Utah back in May, I always said that no matter what I would be grateful for him. He helped me get to a better place in my life and for that I will always be happy about him. As things progressed and then became uncertain, I started to build up my walls against him. Seeing him and having that time with him is just what the doctor ordered. He is in Tennessee through October, then he will be deployed for 2 months. After that, he will be back in Georgia, and back to a "normal" life. As normal as army life could be I suppose. Anway...... the conclusion of the trip was this. I want him in my life. He makes me happy, he is a good friend to me, and he makes me feel more like ME then I have in a really long time. The next 5 or 6 months will be trying, but good at the same time. My wonderful aunt DeAnne pointed out the fact, look at where I was in my life 6 months ago. How different I am since then. I think this time will be good. I am certainly not going to put my life on hold, school starts in a week and it will be a busy semester for me. But I also don't want to close off my heart to him. So... the future is uncertain. And I'm ok with that. This trip left me with a light and happy heart and what is supposed to happen will. In the mean time, I have some great memories to think about and some fun photos of my hot GI Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh ps... the southern accent still gets me! He is freaking hot and still  makes my knees shake when he calls me sweetheart and kisses my forehead. Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bdfa96f2284780c7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbdfa96f2284780c7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331664176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48D7E8B1D2045FED89F6AAD1897C7788780BA38.7BE0B7196E88B779A2796B7232B6B2A5A8D99A99%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbdfa96f2284780c7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7wvoQ3sYrEr0vMaRHouqwgZmjfI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbdfa96f2284780c7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331664176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48D7E8B1D2045FED89F6AAD1897C7788780BA38.7BE0B7196E88B779A2796B7232B6B2A5A8D99A99%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbdfa96f2284780c7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7wvoQ3sYrEr0vMaRHouqwgZmjfI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the clip from Blake feeding the sting rays. I wish you couldn't hear me laughing in background, but Blakes reaction was priceless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-6827041878273305171?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bdfa96f2284780c7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6827041878273305171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=6827041878273305171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6827041878273305171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6827041878273305171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-only-ten-i-see.html' title='Youre the only Ten I See'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/So1y-ARnS-I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jFNwVPvxEfI/s72-c/blake+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-5924098302819497949</id><published>2009-07-09T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:47:03.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS YO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SlaOaslP9GI/AAAAAAAAAdA/W1M8y0PP-Q0/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356625396098921570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SlaOaslP9GI/AAAAAAAAAdA/W1M8y0PP-Q0/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just wanted to give a quick shout out to all of those who have put up with me being a titch on the cranky side the last couple of weeks. I was having a hard time with some stuff and you all were amazing. I am so grateful for all the wonderful peeps in my life that have been such a support to me. I have an amazing mother who had many-a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conversations&lt;/span&gt; where I was crying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;profusely&lt;/span&gt;. She was simply wonderful to me and I wouldn't be able to do it without her. I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas for the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July and was there with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; sister Adrian (yes I have a little sister. Same dad, different moms). I had a great weekend away and it was just what I needed!&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time with lots of laughs, and came back refreshed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rejuvenated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you all!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-5924098302819497949?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5924098302819497949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=5924098302819497949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5924098302819497949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5924098302819497949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks-yo.html' title='THANKS YO'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SlaOaslP9GI/AAAAAAAAAdA/W1M8y0PP-Q0/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-7938942681385730179</id><published>2009-06-23T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:27:29.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SkGe9TWGXuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/bTdcd9E6QQs/s1600-h/morgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350732608295034594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SkGe9TWGXuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/bTdcd9E6QQs/s320/morgan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I wish I had one of these babies right now. I would &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love love LOVE&lt;/span&gt; to hit it with all my strength. Release some tension if you will. Perhaps a picture of a certain someones face might end up on the bag... who knows!!! Im just sayin .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, on this ever so lovely of a day... I did stumble across this blog that is on my friends blog. Sometimes when I am bored at work, I blog stalk (as in I see whos blog will take me where).Well this one I found was pretty much the funniest thing EVER. So, if you would like a good giggle on some pretty random things ... Go here. ( I hope I don't get in trouble for this ) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://adamandkristinapulsipher.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://adamandkristinapulsipher.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-7938942681385730179?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7938942681385730179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=7938942681385730179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/7938942681385730179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/7938942681385730179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish-i-had-one-of-these-babies-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SkGe9TWGXuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/bTdcd9E6QQs/s72-c/morgan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-2460981991835092935</id><published>2009-06-16T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:41:04.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Cancer</title><content type='html'>The last few days I have been stressing. Mostly about things that are out of my control, but what do you do? I tend to let my emotions get the best of me... so when a lot is going on or I feel like things should be different, I tend to cry. I cry at that pitch where I'm sure only my sister Amie can understand me (and maybe dogs too). Well I had been venting to Blake, which turned out to be very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; actually. He's a pretty rational guy and put things into perspective, and he did it in the nicest way possible. Later that night I called to thank him again for being so great in my highly emotional state and this was his response "Amanda,when you struggle in an ocean of contradictory and confused feelings, I will calm you down and bring you to a lake with still water."&lt;br /&gt;Wow... what a very deep and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thoughtful&lt;/span&gt; thing to say. It actually made me wonder where he came up with that. When I asked him, he said "its from the heart darling" (insert cheese factor here)&lt;br /&gt;Well when I was at work tonight I decided to do my nightly routine of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;checking&lt;/span&gt; my email and checking my horoscope. So when I checked my horoscope it gave me the option of doing the astrological &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;compatibility&lt;/span&gt;. What the heck, I'm on the clock right? Cancer and Taurus were the two I was having computed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sjhh_9uXoCI/AAAAAAAAAco/Ni_wzqbh73A/s1600-h/Astro_signs.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348132309031165986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sjhh_9uXoCI/AAAAAAAAAco/Ni_wzqbh73A/s320/Astro_signs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Quite often, when you struggle in an ocean of contradictory and confused feelings, a Taurus will calm you down and bring you to a lake with still water. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HMMM&lt;/span&gt;..... sounds vaguely familiar. Now the question of the night is, should I be more concerned he tried to pass it off as his own deep thoughts. Or should I be more concerned he is looking at astrology online. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... either way, it gave me a good chuckle. He's a silly one alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-2460981991835092935?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2460981991835092935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=2460981991835092935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2460981991835092935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2460981991835092935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/06/emotional-cancer.html' title='Emotional Cancer'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sjhh_9uXoCI/AAAAAAAAAco/Ni_wzqbh73A/s72-c/Astro_signs.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-6754071329003458087</id><published>2009-06-11T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:12:13.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They Can Be Taught</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SjGYVMR_q1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/LHow1CsRJWo/s1600-h/joel_holycow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346221722506865490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SjGYVMR_q1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/LHow1CsRJWo/s320/joel_holycow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, something absolutely remarkable happened. Let me start off by saying that it is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; difference going from working with all girls to now working mostly with guys. Sometimes I feel like I am the wife away from their wives.  Most days my heart goes out to their wives for the sheer fact that I'm not entirely convinced they really listen. There is a real good chance they are just choosing not to listen to me, as I am not their wife... but in my experience with these boys, we generally speak two different languages. I'm just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday at work, all the big bosses were at day long meeting, so a couple of the guys decided to go get breakfast for everyone. One of them called me and said, " Amanda, we are going to McDonald's for breakfast. Do you want me to ask them for some lettuce and water for you?" Ummm.. I was a little confused about this question.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I've been trying real hard to eat right and work out regularly, want to look extra hot when I get to see Blake. Ha ha... just kidding. (but really I'm not). Not that I've ever once vocally expressed my nutritional goals with they guys at work, but apparently he had noticed. "Well I just know that you've been eating all healthy and stuff... so I figured I wouldn't tempt you with fast food. But I certainly didn't want to leave you out of the breakfast. You want some lettuce or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man did this put a big smile on my face. What a great and unique way to show that we really aren't &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; speaking a different language.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be an expert, but I would definitely consider that day... a big success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-6754071329003458087?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6754071329003458087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=6754071329003458087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6754071329003458087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6754071329003458087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-can-be-taught.html' title='They Can Be Taught'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SjGYVMR_q1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/LHow1CsRJWo/s72-c/joel_holycow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-91155507039878323</id><published>2009-06-04T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:23:48.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiiMteW1ztI/AAAAAAAAAcY/oGMLcxnyHDY/s1600-h/untitled+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343675670745960146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiiMteW1ztI/AAAAAAAAAcY/oGMLcxnyHDY/s320/untitled+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a very interesting, humbling and sad experience tonight. I was at the hotel and had been talking to this women that was in town for a graduation. As she was standing in the lobby, her phone rang, but didn't recognize the number. She decided to ignore the call and said " I would much rather talk with you... you are so sweet! I can't believe you aren't married yet" I thought to myself, what an odd thing yet nice thing to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhoo.. Another call came in shortly after that one from the same number, this time deciding to answer. I heard a loud gasp from the women standing 5 feet in front of me and she collapsed to the floor. I rushed out from behind the counter and ran to her side. The phone was dropped on the ground next to her, but I could still hear someone talking in it. At this point, the women had flung her arms around my waist just crying. I grabbed the phone to try to make sense of what was happening. It was a call that had come in to tell this women her husband was killed while serving in Iraq. My heart sunk and immediately I was overcome with emotions. I grabbed a key to open the closest room to us and walked her to it. For what seemed like an hour, nothing came out of her but violent tears. I asked if there was anyone I could call, and she just said " will you just sit with me please?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frozen with fear and sadness, I said yes. Of course I would, like I would just leave her? There in a dark hotel room, I hugged a perfectly good stranger for a while and just let her cry. Not even trying to hide the fact that I was crying too. My heart ached for her as I said numerous silent prayers. I kept thinking that I wished there was someone better to comfort her in this time of pain. I didn't know her or her husband and all I had to offer her was my arms in which to hold her and my deepest heart felt apologies for her loss. Her husband was a brave man and he served his country with honor. These two met while he was stationed in the town where she was going to school. The military love life was all she had ever known. The first year they were dating, they saw each other 4 times. As she was sobbing , telling me their wonderful love story... I just wept. It suddenly felt a little too real, but I quickly ushered those thoughts out of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is scary and unpredictable and with each new passing day, something new may come along. My heart goes out to this women in her time of need, and my thoughts and prayers are with her and her family. I hope we all will take some time to tell those ones we love, exactly how much we love them. For we never know what tomorrow will bring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-91155507039878323?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/91155507039878323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=91155507039878323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/91155507039878323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/91155507039878323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/06/poor-thing.html' title='Poor Thing'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiiMteW1ztI/AAAAAAAAAcY/oGMLcxnyHDY/s72-c/untitled+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-8008230444705982040</id><published>2009-06-02T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:34:49.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgzvof--I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TsA506OR2KM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342923712509246434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgzvof--I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TsA506OR2KM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This first picture just kinda describes my mood today. Well, I'm not really sad per say... its just one of those moods where I'm thinking too much. Whoa... whats the big deal with thinking you say? Well nothing really, but when I am bored my mind starts to roam. Sometimes its just best for me to keep busy so I don't let my thoughts drift off. (does that make sense?) If I do... then I sometimes get sad. Don't get me wrong, I love my life and I'm not down or anything. But.. if I had my way I would change a few things in my life RIGHT NOW! But I don't have my way quite yet, so patience is a virtue right? Anyway!! The point of all this rambling is this.. when I don't allow myself to drift off into deep contemplation land, I tend to have really random thoughts. So, here are my random thoughts of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgzSo0HhI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Kk33k_Yg5Dw/s1600-h/big+sexy+hair+spray+and+play.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342923704725937682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgzSo0HhI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Kk33k_Yg5Dw/s320/big%2Bsexy%2Bhair%2Bspray%2Band%2Bplay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I see the Big Sex Hair products in the store all of the time. Always walking straight past them, because I certainly don't need any help with have BIG hair. But last weekend I was staying at a friends place and that was the hairspray in her bathroom. So I decided to give it a go. Surprisingly, it didn't make my hair that much bigger, it just made the curls stronger. I was quite pleased! Needless to say, I sort of thought my hair was going to look gi-normous after using a hair product to promise BIG SEXY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgzfRtLWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/So5JncQsHx8/s1600-h/big-frizzy-hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342923708118674786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgzfRtLWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/So5JncQsHx8/s320/big-frizzy-hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But since my hair didn't turn out as big as I thought it would.. I then wondered what my hair would like like (or if it would look like the picture above) if I lived in humidity. Did you know that today in Savannah it was 80 degrees with 84% humidity. HOLY MOKES! Something should be said for those brave individuals that live in a place where the humidity is actually higher then the temperature. YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgnpkAY4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/dvOMB5sgCUg/s1600-h/fival.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342923504721355650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgnpkAY4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/dvOMB5sgCUg/s320/fival.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yet another random thought... growing up my favorite movie was Fival The American Tail. To this day, whenever I need a pick me up its the one I watch. Oh man I used to watch this all the time when I was a kid. Somewhere along the way, the movie was lost or left behind. Between the transition of every other weekend with my real dad, there is a good chance it was lost. Then they eventually just stopped making the movie, or stopped printing it rather. Well one year for Christmas maybe 6 or so years ago... my sister Angela found it on eBay and gave it to me as my gift. When I opened it, oh my goodness... I just cried! It was so great and it just made me ever so happy. I think the main reason I had such a bond to this movie was because of the song Somewhere Out There.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgndK9OxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/9KSYPjM-67o/s1600-h/somewhere+out+there.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342923501395065618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgndK9OxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/9KSYPjM-67o/s320/somewhere+out+there.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back when I was a young tike, my mom used to sing that song to me EVERY time I would leave to go visit my real dad and step mom. Every time she would sing it, and I would just cry. I was young and I didn't want to go. I hated leaving my mom and at the time, didn't really think it was fair. Well if you listen to that song, the words are more then appropriate for that type of situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someones thinking of me and loving me tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere out there someones saying a prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even though I know how very far apart we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere out there if love can see us through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we'll be together somewhere out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out where dreams come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK... wow. As I'm typing these lyrics I'm crying! It makes me want to give my wonderful mother a giant hug and tell her how much I love her. I know it wasn't easy for her to see my crying my eyes out every time I had to go. And I know it wasn't easy to let me go like that. But she did it because she had to. But in all the memories I had from the back and forth times, the one I remember the most, was my mom singing me this song. *tear*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey.. I warned you that I was in one of those moods. I'm sorry about it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But onto more happy and even more random thoughts.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgnESdoKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/PUaMc1p6to4/s1600-h/toss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342923494715662498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgnESdoKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/PUaMc1p6to4/s320/toss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did you know that they have such a thing as Midget Tossing? What the??? Anyone that knows me knows that I have this thing for midgets. No not an attraction, but I just think they are so cute! Well there is an actual sport of tossing the lil guys. Who knew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgnBOX3BI/AAAAAAAAAbg/VGffs1AaRE8/s1600-h/carnival-cruise_ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342923493893200914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgnBOX3BI/AAAAAAAAAbg/VGffs1AaRE8/s320/carnival-cruise_ship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my final random thought of the night... I want to go on a cruise. Blake has a few friends that were going to go on one sometime in the next year and it was supposed to be a guys trip. But then those guys caved in and invited the girl friends. So then Blake invited me! Who knows if it will really happen as a bunch of them are in the army and life may change by then.. but its a nice thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgm3Ia11I/AAAAAAAAAbY/tK5QuyDl8l8/s1600-h/tropical-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342923491183875922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgm3Ia11I/AAAAAAAAAbY/tK5QuyDl8l8/s320/tropical-beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to go some place like this. Where the water is clear and the sand it white! I want to lay on the beach and soak up the sun and just forget all the troubles of the world. Is that too much to ask for?? Well being a poor college student, it just may be. BUT!!! A girl can dream cant' she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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/6734414716390484285-8008230444705982040?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8008230444705982040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=8008230444705982040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/8008230444705982040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/8008230444705982040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SiXgzvof--I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TsA506OR2KM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-2941286683399561354</id><published>2009-05-26T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:43:25.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I Am Grateful For</title><content type='html'>I have a lot to be grateful for in my life. Too many things in fact to put in this post. &lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER...&lt;/strong&gt; today, I am especially grateful for a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Shx6wIYXg0I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xF7AeKJTT08/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340278225456563010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Shx6wIYXg0I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xF7AeKJTT08/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am grateful for fun in the sun. I love love love summertime and all the things that are included. I love swimming in the pool, tanning by the pool and hangin with my peeps by the pool. Don't get me wrong, I love me some snowboarding. However... there is something almost magical about the way I feel in the summertime. Amanda+sun= Happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Shx6v03Q3tI/AAAAAAAAAaI/5Gt0UQlEvKE/s1600-h/ear_plugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340278220217442002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Shx6v03Q3tI/AAAAAAAAAaI/5Gt0UQlEvKE/s320/ear_plugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The second thing I am grateful for, is ear plugs. Today I went home from job #1 and had a little time before I had to go to  job #2 ( which is ever so rare).. so I decided to take a nap. Only to find out that we were having our trees in the back yard cut down. Between the machinery, the workers yelling and the dog barking; no sleep was to be had. Until I found some ear plugs. Oh happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Shx6vijLaKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/BVRIi8m1Y6g/s1600-h/WebCam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340278215301359778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Shx6vijLaKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/BVRIi8m1Y6g/s320/WebCam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Shx6vV7hAUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/prxWq7CZX0M/s1600-h/cellphone.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340278211913777474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Shx6vV7hAUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/prxWq7CZX0M/s320/cellphone.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 3rd and 4th things I am grateful for today is modern day technology. With out my cell phone I would not be able to communicate to all my family and friends. I am a big time texter, so thank you for the cell phone advances. I am also very much grateful for the invention of the web cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Shx6vMIlxYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/plcQgjGVhVs/s1600-h/393096665_1360330190_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340278209284261250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Shx6vMIlxYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/plcQgjGVhVs/s320/393096665_1360330190_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because of that wonderful invention... I am able to see this cute boy at night before I go to bed. Now&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;makes me a happy girl! I know its not the same thing as seeing him in person everyday, but its the next best thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-2941286683399561354?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2941286683399561354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=2941286683399561354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2941286683399561354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2941286683399561354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-am-grateful-for.html' title='The Things I Am Grateful For'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Shx6wIYXg0I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xF7AeKJTT08/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-1788405958536683703</id><published>2009-05-16T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:45:00.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>matthew mcconaughey</title><content type='html'>I went and saw Ghost of Girlfriends Past yesterday. And though it was a fairly predictable chick flick, I enjoyed it. Number one, Mathew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mcconaughey&lt;/span&gt; is adorable and I sorta have a crush on him. Anyway... I was talking to my friend about how I was being a baby about this whole Blake leaving and he said to me "Amanda, you knew this was coming. When you met him, you knew he would only be here for a month. Its not like you didn't see this coming" Its true. Yes, I knew that when I went on my first date with GI Joe, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Amie&lt;/span&gt;) that he would only be in Utah for a month. But what I didn't know , was that I would start to genuinely like the guy. Ugh.. anyway. My point being, I thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; about this and the risk I knew I was taking. Which brings in the movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sg8_8Z_eZBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/j57ixM17dv4/s1600-h/MatthewMcConaughey1-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336554390459147282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sg8_8Z_eZBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/j57ixM17dv4/s320/MatthewMcConaughey1-300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean that you’re never gonna get hurt. But I can guarantee you this: any pain you feel will never, ever, compare to the regret that comes from walking away from love. As someone who’s felt a lot of both: trust me. Pain beats regret every day of the week and twice on Sunday. Don’t run away. Don’t do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH my goodness, how perfect is that?? Its so true and it so applies to me right now! Sure it sucks I started to fall for a guy that lives on the other side of the united states. BUT... I had a great month ya know ? Great month with a great guy who was so good to me and was super hot. Can't complain now can I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-1788405958536683703?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1788405958536683703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=1788405958536683703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1788405958536683703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1788405958536683703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/05/matthew-mcconaughey.html' title='matthew mcconaughey'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sg8_8Z_eZBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/j57ixM17dv4/s72-c/MatthewMcConaughey1-300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-1100082194938410394</id><published>2009-05-12T12:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:06:16.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I support the Army</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SgnAinhNycI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ckJxChnu0oQ/s1600-h/blake+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335006934553446850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SgnAinhNycI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ckJxChnu0oQ/s320/blake+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SgnAiFNRJZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/bqeZNQ0Qt-0/s1600-h/blake+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335006925342975378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SgnAiFNRJZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/bqeZNQ0Qt-0/s320/blake+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SgnAh-vf6VI/AAAAAAAAAYo/zr5NXM-S8wM/s1600-h/blake+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335006923607501138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SgnAh-vf6VI/AAAAAAAAAYo/zr5NXM-S8wM/s320/blake+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SgnAhky3mYI/AAAAAAAAAYg/46yBEjZc3Qk/s1600-h/blake+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335006916642314626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SgnAhky3mYI/AAAAAAAAAYg/46yBEjZc3Qk/s320/blake+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SgnAhWCVHeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XdA9V9T9DTI/s1600-h/blake+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335006912680631778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SgnAhWCVHeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XdA9V9T9DTI/s320/blake+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I am doing this post not because I am throwing myself a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; party (though I have been for the last 2 days), but because I wanted to share the amazing month I have had. About a month ago we had a big group of Army boys that were checking into the hotel to stay for a little over a month. There I was getting a bunch of them checked in and getting all the details sorted out and then I noticed one of them kind of flirting with me. He was the freaking cutest thing from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt; with the greatest southern accent. As they all walked away to go to their rooms I turned to my boss and said " I like the cute one". Yes, for the rest of the night we referred to him as the cute one. But then the cute one came back up and said he needed a few things. The first one being he left his key in the room, the second being he wanted to know where he could meet people while he was here in Utah. A few minuets of flirting, big smiles and a few hair tosses... he totally asked me on a date. (Yeah... I still got it!) Just kidding, but I really was very excited. We went out the next night and every night since then. For the last month I have lived with my head in the clouds. Here is this amazing person who makes me laugh, who gives me butterflies in my stomach constantly, who makes my knees shake when he kisses me, who holds my hand the perfect amount in public, who will be walking along and for no reason just give me one of those perfect kisses on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;forehead&lt;/span&gt; that makes my heart leap out of my chest, who was willing to go to my friends wedding reception and put up with my very married friend shamelessly flirting with him (sorry Jan, but it is true :) who met some of my family and made a great impression on them, who has this amazing sexy southern accent. All of these wonderful things!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the kicker, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE LIVES IN GEORGIA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my goodness it is so frustrating! As he was packing up and getting ready to leave, I started to cry and get all emotional. "oh darling, dry those tears. I'll see you soon. We'll make it work" As cute as he was while comforting me, it still sucked! I cried, said my goodbyes and went up to my moms room and just sobbed. I don't do so great at saying goodbye to people. Especially when I care about them a great deal. But more then that, its frustrating because I feel like the way I have felt with him is how I am SUPPOSED to feel while dating someone. I have become quite the expert at impossible and not the greatest relationships... but this one is different. Yes it seems as though its impossible at the moment, but how I have felt in the last month has been so good and I am sad that its not a tangible thing. He lives in Savannah Georgia and I live in West Jordan Utah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. the point of this was not for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; party, it was to state the fact that I have had a wonderful month with an amazing guy (who has the cutest southern accent, did I mention that?) who has made me realize how much I have settled in the past. No matter what happens, I will forever be reminded of how I am supposed to feel while in a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: he totally didn't need a key, he used that as his excuse to talk to me. How cute is that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-1100082194938410394?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1100082194938410394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=1100082194938410394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1100082194938410394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1100082194938410394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-support-army.html' title='I support the Army'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SgnAinhNycI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ckJxChnu0oQ/s72-c/blake+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-2240392362398620420</id><published>2009-05-12T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:27:54.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm_Ya5GthI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wxoXolwM_zo/s1600-h/mothers+day+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335005659853665810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm_Ya5GthI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wxoXolwM_zo/s320/mothers+day+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm_X46iHbI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ikO4PxolZ8w/s1600-h/mothers+day+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335005650732850610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm_X46iHbI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ikO4PxolZ8w/s320/mothers+day+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm_XolH2JI/AAAAAAAAAYA/F5OzYXJfUtg/s1600-h/mothers+day+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335005646348081298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm_XolH2JI/AAAAAAAAAYA/F5OzYXJfUtg/s320/mothers+day+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm-2TqrMkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pHboyo_Z9EY/s1600-h/mothers+day+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335005073798541890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm-2TqrMkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pHboyo_Z9EY/s320/mothers+day+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm-2EpZqXI/AAAAAAAAAXw/opZSU8JBccI/s1600-h/mothers+day+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335005069766666610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm-2EpZqXI/AAAAAAAAAXw/opZSU8JBccI/s320/mothers+day+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm-1yuBA2I/AAAAAAAAAXo/R_P8GwxOehY/s1600-h/mothers+day+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335005064954184546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm-1yuBA2I/AAAAAAAAAXo/R_P8GwxOehY/s320/mothers+day+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm-1oXVDBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/TR9AKXWxxuw/s1600-h/mothers+day+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335005062174673938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm-1oXVDBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/TR9AKXWxxuw/s320/mothers+day+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm-1coKA5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/YKFdi87FKeI/s1600-h/mothers+day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335005059024028562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm-1coKA5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/YKFdi87FKeI/s320/mothers+day+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;For this Mothers day, my wonderful mother came out to visit me! Not only did she come, but she brought my wonderful sister Amie and her two boys Ben and Jack. Man do I feel special!! But for reals, it was such a great weekend with them here. Sunday we got up and went to the park about 10:30 and let the boys play while we held down a good spot to have a picnic. Around 1 pm other peeps started trickling in. We had a great turn out with some good food, overall great! Don't you worry we were there until 4:30. Long day in the sun, but it was oh so much fun. I am so grateful for my wonderful mother and all that she has done for me. She is a strong and passionate person who loves her family. I have learned a lot from her and I am so blessed to have been able to spend the day with her. I love my sister Amie mucho bunches and am so happy they were willing to make the drive to see me. I am so grateful for not only my mom but for all those special women who have a hand in shaping me into the person I am today. I love you all!&lt;/strong&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/6734414716390484285-2240392362398620420?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2240392362398620420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=2240392362398620420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2240392362398620420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2240392362398620420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sgm_Ya5GthI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wxoXolwM_zo/s72-c/mothers+day+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-2224142464369240404</id><published>2009-04-27T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:31:18.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona or bust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYo8GJ713I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/blTxCWmRk0w/s1600-h/karas+wedding+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329492221949106034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYo8GJ713I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/blTxCWmRk0w/s320/karas+wedding+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYo7y7oMeI/AAAAAAAAAXI/MoaPOkhE7kg/s1600-h/karas+wedding+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329492216788824546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYo7y7oMeI/AAAAAAAAAXI/MoaPOkhE7kg/s320/karas+wedding+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYo74lw_jI/AAAAAAAAAXA/O-tcJ5FNLfo/s1600-h/karas+wedding+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329492218307739186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYo74lw_jI/AAAAAAAAAXA/O-tcJ5FNLfo/s320/karas+wedding+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYo7o5DYAI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XM9MhMggLUk/s1600-h/karas+wedding+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329492214093668354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYo7o5DYAI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XM9MhMggLUk/s320/karas+wedding+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYn0LK62FI/AAAAAAAAAWw/BgxYYyl_PCc/s1600-h/karas+wedding+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329490986344831058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYn0LK62FI/AAAAAAAAAWw/BgxYYyl_PCc/s320/karas+wedding+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I look a little preggers in the photo.. but no fear! I am not!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYnz3ojJhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/x7S9cNfcCIU/s1600-h/karas+wedding+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329490981100398098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYnz3ojJhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/x7S9cNfcCIU/s320/karas+wedding+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYnz5LpOFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/gx8ccQkR5fE/s1600-h/karas+wedding+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329490981516032082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYnz5LpOFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/gx8ccQkR5fE/s320/karas+wedding+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYnztGbwDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/km4EXnBJOAY/s1600-h/karas+wedding+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329490978272952370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYnztGbwDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/km4EXnBJOAY/s320/karas+wedding+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYnzbqXZgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3K1Wk_Qzxl4/s1600-h/karas+wedding+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329490973591823874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYnzbqXZgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3K1Wk_Qzxl4/s320/karas+wedding+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been wanting to post this for a while now, but I've just been so busy! Finals are this week and next and lets just say its kicking my butt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I went to Arizona for Kara's wedding and it was amazing! It was such an amazing day, and I was so blessed to be a part of it. Well I got into town Thursday and headed straight for the pool! It was snowing when I left Saltlake and when I got to Mesa, it was 75 degrees. The lady at the hotel thought I was nuts for laying by the pool in that weather, but to me it was AMAZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kara and Mike looked so happy all day long, with a smile from ear to ear. I am so happy for Kara and Kenzie for finding the perfect addition to their family. At the luncheon Kara's dad gave anyone the opprotunity that wanted to say something, but I chickened out. So here it goes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I first met Kara 7 years ago when we randomly moved into the same apartment together. It was such a nerve wracking time for the both of us. Away from our family and friends for the first time, venturing to live on our own and trying to make it in the "real world". I couldn't have asked for a better roommate at the time and believe you me, we had our share of crazies for roommates :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Kara moved back to Arizona, I just figured that our friendship would fade as most frienships grow apart when you are apart. But over the years we have done the exact opposite. I have been so blessed to have her in my life. Truely the best friend a girl could ask for!! Kara and I have always gotten along really well and were able to relate to eachothers life experiences, and for that I will always be grateful! The first night in Arizona all the girls went hot tubbing for a girls night out. Afterwards Kara and I sat in front of her house and just talked. As insignificant as they may seem, it just reminded me of all the times we would crawl into each others beds and talk through out the night. I am so happy for Kara and I wish her all the love in the world! I thank her for reminding me not to settle. That my happily ever after will someday come and to be ready in my life for that wonderful moment. I love you Kar!&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/6734414716390484285-2224142464369240404?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2224142464369240404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=2224142464369240404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2224142464369240404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2224142464369240404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-look-little-preggers-in-photo.html' title='Arizona or bust'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SfYo8GJ713I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/blTxCWmRk0w/s72-c/karas+wedding+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-3736361418618065220</id><published>2009-04-09T12:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:04:28.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On this rainy, drizzly day..... I like to think of warm things. Like the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sd5FxWANJiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/HxFz_eUKC1A/s1600-h/new_sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322768523620853282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sd5FxWANJiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/HxFz_eUKC1A/s320/new_sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              And warm places like Mesa, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sd5FxMCGSgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ojd8FZHwMGg/s1600-h/mesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322768520944437762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sd5FxMCGSgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ojd8FZHwMGg/s320/mesa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Which is where I will be in 1 week from today!!!! OH my goodness I am so freaking excited I can hardly stand it! This week has gone by ever so slow, due to the fact of my excitement. Hopefully next week will go by faster! Sunny Arizona here I come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-3736361418618065220?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3736361418618065220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=3736361418618065220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3736361418618065220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3736361418618065220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-this-rainy-drizzly-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sd5FxWANJiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/HxFz_eUKC1A/s72-c/new_sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-4007347025955890936</id><published>2009-03-27T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:40:59.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One happy girl</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know this about me, I am a pretty big UFC fan. (ultimate fighting) A few months ago, I did a post about all of my favorite fighters. Well the other night I was at work and my ever so great uncle Wes called me and said " Hey I'm at Best Buy and there will be 2 UFC fighters doing a signing later. Just to give you a heads up" A heads up?? More like a blessing in disguise! Okay that is a bit dramatic. However one of the fighters was Matt Hughes, who happens to seriously be one of my all time FAVORITES! (please feel free to refer to my previous posts for proof :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2SXRYIzLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/HOM_zspV2X8/s1600-h/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318067663493713074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2SXRYIzLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/HOM_zspV2X8/s320/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2SWxNi99I/AAAAAAAAAVw/ItZyfl-ymx4/s1600-h/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318067654859356114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2SWxNi99I/AAAAAAAAAVw/ItZyfl-ymx4/s320/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2SW4ub6uI/AAAAAAAAAVo/A6YH4MxRWM8/s1600-h/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318067656876354274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2SW4ub6uI/AAAAAAAAAVo/A6YH4MxRWM8/s320/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2SWvv9Y6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Y1U8M69gyKU/s1600-h/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318067654466823074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2SWvv9Y6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Y1U8M69gyKU/s320/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt was here to promote Jeremy Horn's gym Elite Fitness that is just up in Layton. So they did a signing and picture session. Well of course I went and waited in line, very impatiently I might add. As I got closer, one of the employees from Best Buy told me that they will take my picture and then print it out right away so we can have it signed. Heck yes! Could this night get any better??!!? Well standing next to these two amazing fighters, talking about fights and their training, I was simply in Heaven. Matt Hughes has a pretty big fight over Memorial weekend against Matt Serra, which I CAN'T stand! So I said to him, " you have a big fight coming up, you gotta cream him! I can't stand Serra as a fighter" And the ever so handsome Matt Hughes said " of course I will, I'll do it just for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2QOob1DfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QU9P-3NbHrw/s1600-h/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318065316041133554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2QOob1DfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QU9P-3NbHrw/s200/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2QOdkMMcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZnsmsESGctc/s1600-h/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318065313123414466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2QOdkMMcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZnsmsESGctc/s200/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2QOUgFjSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZCfvDbMrX1k/s1600-h/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318065310690282786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2QOUgFjSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZCfvDbMrX1k/s200/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2QN1bxQ9I/AAAAAAAAAVA/IrBxFtBnJD0/s1600-h/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318065302350676946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2QN1bxQ9I/AAAAAAAAAVA/IrBxFtBnJD0/s200/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2QNUq7MII/AAAAAAAAAU4/tF-qMHYPk1g/s1600-h/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318065293555871874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2QNUq7MII/AAAAAAAAAU4/tF-qMHYPk1g/s200/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally thought my knees were going to crumble underneath me!! Yes I know he has said that to many girls, however in my own mind he really did mean it. And then he also asked me to be the mother of his children. (in my own mind)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best night EVER! Thank you Wes for giving me the heads up and thank you Matt Hughes and Jeremy Horn for making my day. week. month. year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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/6734414716390484285-4007347025955890936?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4007347025955890936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=4007347025955890936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/4007347025955890936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/4007347025955890936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-those-of-you-who-dont-know-this.html' title='One happy girl'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/Sc2SXRYIzLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/HOM_zspV2X8/s72-c/Matt+Hughes,+Jeremy+Horn+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-1439960714393550540</id><published>2009-03-10T20:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:51:41.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens In Vegas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My little sister Adrian called me and said " A Co worker of mine and I are going to Las Vegas this next weekend..... You should come meet us for the night and play". I've been stressing with school and work and work the last little bit, so I thought it was a good chance to go have some fun! So......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SbclSZolmwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_zUcW5D7YlA/s1600-h/Vegas+with+adrian+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311755283555785474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SbclSZolmwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_zUcW5D7YlA/s320/Vegas+with+adrian+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hopped in the car and off I went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SbclSD0gQeI/AAAAAAAAAUo/sTKlAYf-PuM/s1600-h/Vegas+with+adrian+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311755277700186594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SbclSD0gQeI/AAAAAAAAAUo/sTKlAYf-PuM/s320/Vegas+with+adrian+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SbclR-c1VLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/AVjOI4m-6co/s1600-h/Vegas+with+adrian+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311755276258727090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SbclR-c1VLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/AVjOI4m-6co/s320/Vegas+with+adrian+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SbclRgS7FAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/o8s8fpVDrdw/s1600-h/Vegas+with+adrian+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311755268164097026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SbclRgS7FAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/o8s8fpVDrdw/s320/Vegas+with+adrian+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I had a total blast and it was really good to see her. I miss her ever so much and it was totally worth the car time to see her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The summer I turned 16, Adrian and I really connected and she would come spend the summers with us in Colorado. We had so many fun memories working at the baseball field and six flags, and its funny that no matter how many years have past since then, nothing changes between us. Is it a little sad that my LITTLE sister graduated from college a year ago and I haven't? YES, yes indeed, but I will get there! I heart her mucho bunches and am glad we got to have a weekend away together!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-1439960714393550540?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1439960714393550540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=1439960714393550540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1439960714393550540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1439960714393550540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-happens-in-vegas.html' title='What Happens In Vegas...'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SbclSZolmwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_zUcW5D7YlA/s72-c/Vegas+with+adrian+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-938882643309601565</id><published>2009-02-03T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:10:08.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IKE-UGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SYjmU1N-nKI/AAAAAAAAATg/mclBuUaE_TI/s1600-h/temp+695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298738207158869154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SYjmU1N-nKI/AAAAAAAAATg/mclBuUaE_TI/s320/temp+695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pretty much everyone that I know raves about Ikea. "oh its so amazing" "I love that place!"&lt;br /&gt;So when I needed a new desk for my room, I decided to see what all the talk was about.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to spend a bunch of money for a computer desk, and this was the place that people told me to go.&lt;br /&gt;I ventured out (on my own) and when I pulled up to the store I saw this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SYjmU3Ha8DI/AAAAAAAAATY/3Wm_szd5iOM/s1600-h/temp+694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298738207668236338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SYjmU3Ha8DI/AAAAAAAAATY/3Wm_szd5iOM/s320/temp+694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A school bus! Kids taking a field trip to Ikea, this place MUST be good! The teachers were looking at me kind of funny when I got out my camera to take a picture of the school bus.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I walked into the monstrosity of a store and immediately felt overwhelmed. This place was HUGE and I had no clue where to even begin. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;Well I wandered my way around for a while, walking through 16 1/2 different departments trying to find the office furniture , and then I FINALLY found them. I found a desk that I liked for only $20, so I thought it was worth it. Only to find out that I have to pick up my desk in a completely different location. So.... I took off following the signs. All of which said SHORT CUT TO SELF SERVICE AREA. Really? is it a shortcut when I counted 13 short cut signs? I was rapidly growing annoyed. The only thing that was some source of comfort was the fact that I saw a beautiful hanging of Audrey Hepburn, which I totally want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SYjmUu0xphI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QaSvVdTvoks/s1600-h/temp+696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298738205442549266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SYjmUu0xphI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QaSvVdTvoks/s320/temp+696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Alas, I found the Self Service area. I went to find Aisle 10, Bin 10... and what do you know??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SYjmTyJItsI/AAAAAAAAATI/Awnaa0_TmJs/s1600-h/temp+698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298738189153384130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SYjmTyJItsI/AAAAAAAAATI/Awnaa0_TmJs/s320/temp+698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It was out of stock! I was so completely frustrated I didn't know what to do about it. So I threw a mini temper tantrum and realized there was nothing I could do. So, I huffed and I puffed and walked out of Ikea, vowing never to go back by myself. That is definitely something to experience with company or at least when you have time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6734414716390484285-938882643309601565?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/938882643309601565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=938882643309601565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/938882643309601565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/938882643309601565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/02/ike-ugh.html' title='IKE-UGH'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SYjmU1N-nKI/AAAAAAAAATg/mclBuUaE_TI/s72-c/temp+695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-2789149222989788132</id><published>2009-01-26T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:12:44.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is bad and I get that. But as clearly stated in title of this post, this is just a  BABY CRUSH.&lt;br /&gt;As defined in the Webster Dictionary (or by me, I forget which one)... A baby crush is one that consists of harmless twiterpation and or being intrigued by someone. One of which nothing would ever result of the time spent thinking of such person.&lt;br /&gt;On that note......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SX56NRE55zI/AAAAAAAAASw/L_g4lG9ED3E/s1600-h/cute+bio+techer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295804580175144754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SX56NRE55zI/AAAAAAAAASw/L_g4lG9ED3E/s320/cute+bio+techer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my ever so cute biology teacher. Don't worry, I took this without him seeing. Errr... at least I think. No I know he didn't see me because I was standing behind someone and it looked like I was texting. Anywhooo... it is a baby crush, and yes he is my teacher. However, this guy is pretty cool and totally warrants a baby crush. He has been interviewing with the FBI to be a forensic diver out in Washington DC. Cool huh??&lt;br /&gt;I do not currently have a love life so in the mean time, Mr. Biology makes it a bit easier to go to class!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-2789149222989788132?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2789149222989788132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=2789149222989788132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2789149222989788132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2789149222989788132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-crush.html' title='Baby Crush'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SX56NRE55zI/AAAAAAAAASw/L_g4lG9ED3E/s72-c/cute+bio+techer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-1636064648375178297</id><published>2009-01-22T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:00:01.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you worry</title><content type='html'>So pretty much I was just having a rough day yesterday and I needed to pull my head out of my bottom! I am so happy for my friend and I wish him all the luck in the world with his new journey in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;peace im out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-1636064648375178297?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1636064648375178297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=1636064648375178297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1636064648375178297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1636064648375178297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-you-worry.html' title='Don&apos;t you worry'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-5207691530623114251</id><published>2009-01-21T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:18:48.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I just say that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SXfieivcloI/AAAAAAAAASo/xQ4Tb2ctuEA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293948901347071618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SXfieivcloI/AAAAAAAAASo/xQ4Tb2ctuEA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture best describes how I am feeling tonight. Because the truth of the matter is, I am not entirely sure how to pin point my feelings. I will full on admit that at times, my emotions get the best of me. Which is why I am trying to decipher the overwhelming emotions felt tonight.&lt;br /&gt;One of my very closest friends just proposed to his girlfriend. The key word in that sentence was FRIEND. Him and I tried the dating thing, but didn't work out on BOTH of our parts. Since then, he went through a series of girls that weren't good enough for him, me doing the same with boyfriends. I love this him to pieces and he has been such a huge help to me since we met, but mostly in the last 5 months or so. Someone that I have become quite attached to and now..... Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Also if you know me, you may know that I don't do well with goodbyes or change. Both things that I will need to do with him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... interesting. This is a guy that I think the world of and admire and trust and everything! Everything but to have the ability to be happy for him. I am happy for him because he has found the person that he will spend eternity with. After all, isn't that the whole idea of this dating life? Sure I am happy for him, but when he told me his good news, all that came out was a bunch of tears and... " this means you'll be leaving me"&lt;br /&gt;What is my problem?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-5207691530623114251?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5207691530623114251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=5207691530623114251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5207691530623114251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5207691530623114251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-i-just-say-that.html' title='Did I just say that?'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SXfieivcloI/AAAAAAAAASo/xQ4Tb2ctuEA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-6866097120936372221</id><published>2009-01-16T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:07:47.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LIKE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For those of you that need a pick me up .... here you go! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO MATTER&lt;/span&gt; how bad the day is or how grumpy I seem to be, this will always make me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrolllock.nl/home.cfm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.scrolllock.nl/home.cfm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-6866097120936372221?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6866097120936372221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=6866097120936372221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6866097120936372221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6866097120936372221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-like-you.html' title='I LIKE YOU'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-1166484963761265938</id><published>2009-01-11T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:42:10.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWrD2nN5vmI/AAAAAAAAASg/zsHxil4NwIY/s1600-h/GEV!!+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290256055307714146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWrD2nN5vmI/AAAAAAAAASg/zsHxil4NwIY/s320/GEV!!+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;strong&gt;Who wouldn't LOVE that smile??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWrD2UexQlI/AAAAAAAAASY/vL1cISE3dK8/s1600-h/GEV!!+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290256050278187602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWrD2UexQlI/AAAAAAAAASY/vL1cISE3dK8/s320/GEV!!+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWrD16dGnWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1PREXkWRgiM/s1600-h/GEV!!+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290256043291876706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWrCTffrwbI/AAAAAAAAAR4/K0mNK0F1kXQ/s320/GEV!!+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-37c0147516a5d522" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D37c0147516a5d522%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331664176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D479F7AD0D60CE0501490B22AA1373DC7C6D8C94.35BD40184A47E2514D87E12FEF037DE5668535C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D37c0147516a5d522%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwAfe5Tin8SzbqQeh9_5rclH7G-g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D37c0147516a5d522%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331664176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D479F7AD0D60CE0501490B22AA1373DC7C6D8C94.35BD40184A47E2514D87E12FEF037DE5668535C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D37c0147516a5d522%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwAfe5Tin8SzbqQeh9_5rclH7G-g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Gev dance workshop was yesterday and it was simply amazing! I am fairly sure that I have developed a crush on him. He was great with the kids and not too hard to look at (if you know what I mean:). It was quite the happy moment when he walked through the doors seeing as he had to reschedule the workshop twice at the last moment. Alas, it happened and it was amazing! I got some good clips of him dancing, so enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7c2a80e357231a2c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7c2a80e357231a2c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331664176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FE6231171741E961550009428B4570F0B66E74B.5149C0426FC50B257ADAC7D2654A48E5427705ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c2a80e357231a2c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTc4gahxmas30_zxCz22aprq1Z2g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7c2a80e357231a2c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331664176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FE6231171741E961550009428B4570F0B66E74B.5149C0426FC50B257ADAC7D2654A48E5427705ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c2a80e357231a2c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTc4gahxmas30_zxCz22aprq1Z2g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-1166484963761265938?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=37c0147516a5d522&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7c2a80e357231a2c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1166484963761265938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=1166484963761265938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1166484963761265938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1166484963761265938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWrD2nN5vmI/AAAAAAAAASg/zsHxil4NwIY/s72-c/GEV!!+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-1286866264641394157</id><published>2009-01-08T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:19:32.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is it when things start going great, you sabotage progress? Stop it! Will you get hurt again? Maybe. Maybe not. If you're living to avoid pain, you're living in the past. Take a risk -- get out there and be vulnerable. Are you alive? That's proof you won't die from heartbreak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So great! I'm sure some chinese man made this up, however I think its friggin true YO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-1286866264641394157?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1286866264641394157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=1286866264641394157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1286866264641394157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1286866264641394157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-horoscope.html' title='Daily Horoscope'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-516237959856836511</id><published>2009-01-06T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:31:52.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas In Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPuY-YFe9I/AAAAAAAAARw/QTzHCxFkm40/s1600-h/ummm+581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288332500291386322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPuY-YFe9I/AAAAAAAAARw/QTzHCxFkm40/s320/ummm+581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the holiday season, because it means all the kids come home. These are my ever so wonderful siblings that I adore mucho bunches. We grew up very close to each other and I am blessed with 4 of the greatest friends a girl could ask for. Not to mention they have amazing children that I love to play with. It is always fun when Aunt Star gets to come home!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPuYKWQ93I/AAAAAAAAARo/kgB023A7ihY/s1600-h/ummm+585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288332486325106546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPuYKWQ93I/AAAAAAAAARo/kgB023A7ihY/s320/ummm+585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Danny decided to be silly, so as a result the picture shows him looking a little bit special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPt6zkvSiI/AAAAAAAAARg/OZRcpqXZMXI/s1600-h/ummm+579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288331981995592226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPt6zkvSiI/AAAAAAAAARg/OZRcpqXZMXI/s320/ummm+579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPt6HmOpII/AAAAAAAAARY/g6P8pExFgkk/s1600-h/ummm+569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288331970190681218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPt6HmOpII/AAAAAAAAARY/g6P8pExFgkk/s320/ummm+569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPtEz1k5MI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0G1pL1dolW8/s1600-h/ummm+575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288331054353278146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPtEz1k5MI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0G1pL1dolW8/s320/ummm+575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPtEMHcC2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/ldbIBFM7mmQ/s1600-h/ummm+567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288331043690777442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPtEMHcC2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/ldbIBFM7mmQ/s320/ummm+567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPtDYiGmiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/VkvN3_sCLxo/s1600-h/ummm+566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288331029843974690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPtDYiGmiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/VkvN3_sCLxo/s320/ummm+566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPtDJXUJBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/y8SSJ5OlkMU/s1600-h/ummm+565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288331025772192786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPtDJXUJBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/y8SSJ5OlkMU/s320/ummm+565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPtCsAgMEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qmH48tFdMtg/s1600-h/ummm+563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288331017891885122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPtCsAgMEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qmH48tFdMtg/s320/ummm+563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talon LOVES to have his picture taken. He will walk up to you and say "can I say cheese?" its pretty cute, especially with those adorable curls! When I was at home, the grown-ups got to go out for dinner and have a nice night away from the kids. It was a great Italian place called Cinzettis, with incredible amounts of good food. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Overall, it was a great time at home. I love seeing all my family (despite the craziness that is included) I miss my brothers and sisters and their kids. As you can tell by the crazy amounts of pictures of this pretty little girl, I am literally obsessed with London Marie. Though if you ask Talon what her name is he says "London A-Weee" its so stinking cute! She is the first girl in the family (as far as grand kids go) and she has definitely proven worthy of that title. She is so beautiful, even when she pukes on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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/6734414716390484285-516237959856836511?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/516237959856836511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=516237959856836511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/516237959856836511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/516237959856836511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-in-colorado.html' title='Christmas In Colorado'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPuY-YFe9I/AAAAAAAAARw/QTzHCxFkm40/s72-c/ummm+581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-7564809578797822430</id><published>2009-01-06T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:20:47.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPr976b-CI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Y1aDE7YclnQ/s1600-h/ummm+561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288329836750436386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPr976b-CI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Y1aDE7YclnQ/s320/ummm+561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPr9fInH1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/squlxj0Cdzs/s1600-h/ummm+562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288329829025259346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPr9fInH1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/squlxj0Cdzs/s320/ummm+562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Catch up time from before the holiday hit.  I had the chance to do a Christmas Get-together with the girls I used to work with. It was so much fun seeing all of us together and I remember how easily we laughed together. In all the craziness that was in Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Youngs&lt;/span&gt; office, blossomed some amazing friendships (insert cheesiness here).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reals&lt;/span&gt;, it these girls were my family away from my family and I will always be grateful for their support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-7564809578797822430?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7564809578797822430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=7564809578797822430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/7564809578797822430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/7564809578797822430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls.html' title='The Girls'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SWPr976b-CI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Y1aDE7YclnQ/s72-c/ummm+561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-3839011950208488821</id><published>2008-12-21T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:08:51.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About dang time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SU76mxjCLTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/-nkLnTtCNk4/s1600-h/snowboarders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282434956994424114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SU76mxjCLTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/-nkLnTtCNk4/s320/snowboarders.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been patiently waiting (or not so patiently, your pick) to go snowboarding this season. I wanted to wait until there was some good snow in Utah and it finally hit! Last year I had a season pass and so if the snow sucked, I could just go home. However this year is different, seeing as I have to pay for the lift tickets myself. Whats up with that??&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday at Brighton they had $15 lift tickets if you brought in a bag of groceries for the food bank. For the entire day, I spent $20 which is pretty much AMAZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SU756zW8xaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vtN7E8arsgw/s1600-h/brighton-ski-resort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282434201566365090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SU756zW8xaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vtN7E8arsgw/s320/brighton-ski-resort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So early Wednesday morning my friend Jon and I headed up for a wonderful day of snowboarding. Turns out that we ran into a handful of people that we knew and made it a group day of fun. This was just absolutely amazing and it put me right into the spirit of going home for Christmas. I love love love it!&lt;br /&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/6734414716390484285-3839011950208488821?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3839011950208488821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=3839011950208488821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3839011950208488821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3839011950208488821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-dang-time.html' title='About dang time'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SU76mxjCLTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/-nkLnTtCNk4/s72-c/snowboarders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-8394867676446547365</id><published>2008-12-09T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:08:34.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week</title><content type='html'>The truth of the matter is, in the 6+ years I have lived out here... this semester and the last one were the first times that I FULLY went to school. (minus the medical assistant program when I first moved out here). When I worked for Dr. Young I took a class here or there, but never went full time. So perhaps I am feeling a little overwhelmed with this week, but hopefully it will be done sooner than I know. HOPEFULLY!&lt;br /&gt;The real problem I am having is staying focused. There is just so much going on this time of year, its hard to not get distracted. Whether it be Christmas music (which I added some to this playlist. My favorite being Sense field Happy Christmas, you should listen), Christmas decorations, Christmas shopping, Christmas cookies.... Yikes! And on top of that it was my friend Catherine's birthday this last weekend. We went out with all of her friends from work to this Karaoke bar. Beyond hilarious to see people with their liquid courage singing at the top of their lungs. Funny Stuff it was. Anyway, I have until Friday at midnight to finish up 2 classes, so wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/ST6zGu5u1II/AAAAAAAAAPw/20h9w_rGHSc/s1600-h/catherines+birthday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277852741575562370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/ST6zGu5u1II/AAAAAAAAAPw/20h9w_rGHSc/s320/catherines+birthday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/ST6zGBSdZRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/N4Yv21qlksU/s1600-h/catherines+birthday+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277852729331246354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/ST6zGBSdZRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/N4Yv21qlksU/s320/catherines+birthday+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/ST6zFjZehqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/tOJfT5gU-wE/s1600-h/catherines+birthday+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277852721307616930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/ST6zFjZehqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/tOJfT5gU-wE/s320/catherines+birthday+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/ST6zFJ9md6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/4RiXzE3SPuU/s1600-h/catherines+birthday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277852714479810466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/ST6zFJ9md6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/4RiXzE3SPuU/s320/catherines+birthday+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/ST6zEqQ_wZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6UL6DYKPz0w/s1600-h/catherines+birthday+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277852705971224978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/ST6zEqQ_wZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6UL6DYKPz0w/s320/catherines+birthday+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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/6734414716390484285-8394867676446547365?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8394867676446547365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=8394867676446547365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/8394867676446547365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/8394867676446547365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals-week.html' title='Finals Week'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/ST6zGu5u1II/AAAAAAAAAPw/20h9w_rGHSc/s72-c/catherines+birthday+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-3678810930456042902</id><published>2008-11-30T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:16:08.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNd35mA-AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EfOB_7wnSTQ/s1600-h/twilight+and+thanksgiving+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274662803515439106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNd35mA-AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EfOB_7wnSTQ/s320/twilight+and+thanksgiving+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNd3DdWwcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/S3-NiDHPalo/s1600-h/twilight+and+thanksgiving+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274662788983603650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNd3DdWwcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/S3-NiDHPalo/s320/twilight+and+thanksgiving+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Somehow after spending 4 straight days with my family I only ended up with a couple of pictures. So needless to say I am a little annoyed with myself. However, it was so nice to get away and not work for a few days. I have been missing my family a lot lately and so it was a nice little treat. Danny and I got up Friday morning and went shopping in Las Vegas which was straight up madness, but oh so much fun. We shopped for probably 10 hours straight. Little did Danny know that when I wanted to do BLACK FRIDAY, that I was beyond serious. The sad part is, I didn't even have anything specific to shop for I was just doing it for the sake of tradition. HOWEVER.... a midst of a shopping frenzy I found the CUTEST snowboarding jacket for $30! Its an amazingly cute Quicksilver jacket. I have been looking for one with fur on the hood and what do ya know?? I found one when I wasn't even looking! Holy mokes what a day!&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/6734414716390484285-3678810930456042902?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3678810930456042902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=3678810930456042902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3678810930456042902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3678810930456042902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNd35mA-AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EfOB_7wnSTQ/s72-c/twilight+and+thanksgiving+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-2371845681425937645</id><published>2008-11-30T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:30:23.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNY12Tk6rI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OInG9xZiEyk/s1600-h/twilight+and+thanksgiving+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657270714919602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNY12Tk6rI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OInG9xZiEyk/s320/twilight+and+thanksgiving+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNY1NvVjWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yl1IzEe2LQU/s1600-h/twilight+and+thanksgiving+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657259825499490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNY1NvVjWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yl1IzEe2LQU/s320/twilight+and+thanksgiving+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNY00MnBDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nZBtFkz2mNI/s1600-h/twilight+and+thanksgiving+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657252968956978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNY00MnBDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nZBtFkz2mNI/s320/twilight+and+thanksgiving+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNY0PkKc4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/t7T78z49x0s/s1600-h/twilight+and+thanksgiving+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657243135636354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNY0PkKc4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/t7T78z49x0s/s320/twilight+and+thanksgiving+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNYLsRS93I/AAAAAAAAAOY/40Yx3t4VY8g/s1600-h/twilight+and+thanksgiving+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274656546466494322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNYLsRS93I/AAAAAAAAAOY/40Yx3t4VY8g/s320/twilight+and+thanksgiving+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Yes I know what I am about to write may make some of you laugh at me... However I don't care. Not only did we plan to attend the midnight showing of Twilight, we also did the Prom. We put pretty little dresses on and the whole 9 yards. It was rather fun if I do say so myself. The best part of the night (next to the movie of course), Kara's wonderful boyfriend got us limo. What a great night! I know many people were less than impressed with the movie overall. I on the other hand LOVE LOVE LOVED it and am slightly obsessed with it (soundtrack included in that obsession). Overall, great night with great company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-2371845681425937645?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2371845681425937645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=2371845681425937645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2371845681425937645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2371845681425937645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/STNY12Tk6rI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OInG9xZiEyk/s72-c/twilight+and+thanksgiving+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-1996587684403919131</id><published>2008-11-18T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:43:14.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SSNr6QsCzNI/AAAAAAAAANw/uqsZ1c5OwJw/s1600-h/gev-manoukian-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270174637609897170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SSNr6QsCzNI/AAAAAAAAANw/uqsZ1c5OwJw/s320/gev-manoukian-photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I don't know how many of you are fans of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE&lt;/span&gt;, but I am sure am. For those of you that are, the following news will be pretty exciting. Well I think it is at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On December 20th 10am- 12pm We are having a dance workshop with GEV!  It is at the Riverton community center and it is only $25 to participate or $5 dollars to watch. And then, we got Gev to do a more private workshop (the one in the morning is open to the public) at our dance studio.  I know,  I know I have developed a useless crush on this dancer. However I am super excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6734414716390484285-1996587684403919131?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1996587684403919131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=1996587684403919131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1996587684403919131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1996587684403919131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-know-how-many-of-you-are-fans-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SSNr6QsCzNI/AAAAAAAAANw/uqsZ1c5OwJw/s72-c/gev-manoukian-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-8114430193307113353</id><published>2008-11-09T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:04:36.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing and hoping and....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SRdnVT3l0eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bpdoi82tEOc/s1600-h/SnowFlake-Vellum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266791905041437154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SRdnVT3l0eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bpdoi82tEOc/s320/SnowFlake-Vellum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Last week I was teased with the snow. I woke up ever so early in the morning to go to work and refused to get out of bed. I was way too cozy in my blankets and didn't want to make a dash for the bathroom. After snoozing for 20 minuets or so, I finally got up. As I ran to the bathroom, I stopped to look out the blinds and my day instantly got better. It was snowing! Normally one would have an adverse reaction to the snow. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/span&gt;, the more it snows down here, the more it snows in the mountains. Hence.... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SNOWBOARDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I am so very excited, I can hardly stand it. The real dilemma is paying for this expensive hobby of mine. The last 2-3 years I have had someone to pay for it. Now all the sudden, I have to pay for it. Whats up with that?? Anyway.. I will figure it out somehow. So far I have 2 days planned and paid for. And by paid I mean I am volunteering for a couple of the elementary schools around here having their "ski Utah" days. Basically they pay for the 4th or 5th graders to spend a day in lessons. The volunteers just help get them up there and then back home. Um... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YES PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt; I'll ride up with a bunch of kids if it means getting to go riding for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SRdnIgLjG_I/AAAAAAAAANg/f_Yvab9rpVU/s1600-h/snowboarding+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266791685008071666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SRdnIgLjG_I/AAAAAAAAANg/f_Yvab9rpVU/s400/snowboarding+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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&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/6734414716390484285-8114430193307113353?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8114430193307113353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=8114430193307113353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/8114430193307113353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/8114430193307113353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-week-i-was-teased-with-snow.html' title='Wishing and hoping and....'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SRdnVT3l0eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bpdoi82tEOc/s72-c/SnowFlake-Vellum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-337368790292368065</id><published>2008-11-02T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:04:30.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day after Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SQ3otL1SWiI/AAAAAAAAANI/dg10UbjNEgY/s1600-h/ChristmasCandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264119402434026018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SQ3otL1SWiI/AAAAAAAAANI/dg10UbjNEgY/s200/ChristmasCandy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SQ3odN7cEcI/AAAAAAAAANA/18nalDVDqYA/s1600-h/3684-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264119128118792642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SQ3odN7cEcI/AAAAAAAAANA/18nalDVDqYA/s200/3684-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know that many of you don't want to think about his yet, but due to the nature of my job I can't help it. CHRISTMAS IS COMING!! Yesterday at work I set up all Christmas. Out with the old, in with the new!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some people love that in the world of retail we jump right to Christmas, other do not. Many people think that we are skipping Thanksgiving completely which simply isn't the case. In fact I think that the fact that so much of my time is spent focusing on Christmas, I appreciate the Thanksgiving holiday even more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-337368790292368065?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/337368790292368065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=337368790292368065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/337368790292368065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/337368790292368065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-after-halloween.html' title='Day after Halloween'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SQ3otL1SWiI/AAAAAAAAANI/dg10UbjNEgY/s72-c/ChristmasCandy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-5578302785840732389</id><published>2008-10-30T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:25:23.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Yesterday afternoon I attended the Funeral for Gordon Smart. Such a kind, loving and generous man that blessed so many lives. I was blessed with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to live with his daughter Brooke for about 2 years. Many-a Sunday dinners were spent at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Smart's&lt;/span&gt; home in Sandy and a lot of laughter took place. The first time I went up with Brooke I felt like such a tag a long and was worried that I was intruding. With in the first 2 min, I instantly felt comfortable in their home. Much to the thanks of her dad, Gordon. I was so blessed to spend some time with them as a family and realized why they had such a great daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Going to his funeral yesterday made me feel almost a little selfish. As I sat there I kept thinking of my dad and how truly amazing I think he is. Our family was forever changed when my mom met my dad in an accounting class in Denver, Colorado. Who knew a single mom of 4 was such a catch.. right? I can't imagine the fear and stress that comes a long with marrying a women with children, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; ones like us. I was 6 and the youngest of the group all of us being pretty set in our ways. My father is the most patient person I have ever met, you would have to be to put up with us. I thank my Heavenly Father every single day that our family was forever blessed with this amazing man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Still to this day, his hugs could solve a lot of worries tears and fears. There is nothing that says I'M HOME quite like my dad giving me a hug and saying " how are you little girl?".  Yes I am 24 and my dad still calls me his little girl. And I wouldn't change that for the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-5578302785840732389?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5578302785840732389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=5578302785840732389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5578302785840732389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5578302785840732389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-afternoon-i-attended-funeral.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-7244817991493855957</id><published>2008-10-18T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:29:26.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarecrow Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258597720509984770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SPpKw_utMAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/109lzf1x5f8/s400/scarecrow+festival+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SPpKYNczsmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/riAZ7D_ZtD4/s1600-h/scarecrow+festival+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258597294696280674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SPpKYNczsmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/riAZ7D_ZtD4/s320/scarecrow+festival+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SPpKYoHC5rI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4zxqHdw2EZk/s1600-h/scarecrow+festival+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258597301852759730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SPpKYoHC5rI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4zxqHdw2EZk/s320/scarecrow+festival+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Today was the Scarecrow Festival down at Thanksgiving Point. My girls got to dance at it, which was really fun to watch! I know I keep bouncing the idea around of quitting the dance studio, but I just can't seem to wrap my finger around that. These girls bring me so much happiness to my life, I think I would be missing out if I did quit. SIGH.... someday I will figure it out. 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-7244817991493855957?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7244817991493855957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=7244817991493855957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/7244817991493855957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/7244817991493855957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-are-2-of-my-favorite-girls-there.html' title='Scarecrow Festival'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SPpKw_utMAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/109lzf1x5f8/s72-c/scarecrow+festival+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-4473209181035444278</id><published>2008-10-12T01:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:49:21.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SPGmhLP-XvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/l39zsplFxkQ/s1600-h/DSCF3810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256165329003765490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SPGmhLP-XvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/l39zsplFxkQ/s320/DSCF3810.JPG" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SPGmVucW7EI/AAAAAAAAALw/uySjY-ayhHU/s1600-h/DSCF3814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256165132292516930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SPGmVucW7EI/AAAAAAAAALw/uySjY-ayhHU/s320/DSCF3814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;       I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; had a pretty good day earlier today. The morning was filled with lots of laughs with the guys I work with. Followed by a pretty downer of an aftertoon. Don't ya hate that?!? You seem to be having a great day and then something (0r someone) rains on your parade. Sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ffff;"&gt;So after a change of the plans for the night, I called up my friend James and he took me out for a good ole fashion pick me up. And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; puts a smile on my face like a cute little puppy! We went to "look" at the puppies tonight and it made me oh so happy! James made it very clear he wasn't going to buy me a puppy no matter how many times I batted my eyes. The nerve right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well it turns out that he is just a big softy! No this puppy isn't for me, but he did buy it and I am super happy about that. Its not mine, but at least I can play with the cute little girl anytime I want! I asked if we could name her Colpo, but I lost the fight. Meet Cloe!!! She is so friggin cute I can hardly stand it!!!&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/6734414716390484285-4473209181035444278?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4473209181035444278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=4473209181035444278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/4473209181035444278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/4473209181035444278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/10/pick-me.html' title='Pick Me!'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SPGmhLP-XvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/l39zsplFxkQ/s72-c/DSCF3810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-1317803103290204385</id><published>2008-10-07T18:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:12:42.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution"-Kahil Gibrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-1317803103290204385?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1317803103290204385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=1317803103290204385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1317803103290204385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1317803103290204385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-3864526136194315376</id><published>2008-10-06T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:54:37.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SOrdGxO3ilI/AAAAAAAAALo/HevGmhXvFNY/s1600-h/B08T01X75MC3570-714738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254255023645755986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SOrdGxO3ilI/AAAAAAAAALo/HevGmhXvFNY/s320/B08T01X75MC3570-714738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is for all my girls out there who share a love for purses. Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handbagplanet.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;http://www.handbagplanet.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;. ENJOY!&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/6734414716390484285-3864526136194315376?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3864526136194315376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=3864526136194315376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3864526136194315376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3864526136194315376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/10/bag-women.html' title='Bag Women'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SOrdGxO3ilI/AAAAAAAAALo/HevGmhXvFNY/s72-c/B08T01X75MC3570-714738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-3740101362812719692</id><published>2008-10-02T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:45:44.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SOTpw_mCvpI/AAAAAAAAALg/3cpFnJ1CXJM/s1600-h/dancer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252580093334830738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SOTpw_mCvpI/AAAAAAAAALg/3cpFnJ1CXJM/s400/dancer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SOTpn3ZGiaI/AAAAAAAAALY/GTxAYMEWXls/s1600-h/jun06dir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252579936514247074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SOTpn3ZGiaI/AAAAAAAAALY/GTxAYMEWXls/s320/jun06dir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SOTpejudcVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/BmEL4HwV05Y/s1600-h/princess_maeve_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252579776616296786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SOTpejudcVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/BmEL4HwV05Y/s200/princess_maeve_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SOTpML6PKwI/AAAAAAAAALI/R_WhSDR5ec8/s1600-h/2%2520ballet%2520girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252579460985596674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SOTpML6PKwI/AAAAAAAAALI/R_WhSDR5ec8/s320/2%2520ballet%2520girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Lately I have been feeling like I have a little too much on my plate and I need to let something go. With the late nights at one job and early mornings for the next, it can be a little overwhelming at times.  After I started to make a list of what I CAN'T get rid of (school and maceys due to insurance) I came to the conclusion that the only thing left is my second job. I work at a dance studio as the office manager in the evenings. When I came to this conclusion it made sense but it was a bittersweet decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got up the courage to tell my boss I had to quit and when I walked in the door, there were flowers from some of the girls there. They knew I had been stressing out and they wanted to make my day better. Oh my goodness, it made me so happy. So after this lovely gesture, I have decided to stay a while longer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/6734414716390484285-3740101362812719692?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3740101362812719692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=3740101362812719692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3740101362812719692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3740101362812719692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/10/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SOTpw_mCvpI/AAAAAAAAALg/3cpFnJ1CXJM/s72-c/dancer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-1589021153251633454</id><published>2008-09-25T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:27:29.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNvJKssGGoI/AAAAAAAAALA/r68FnB7Jyhg/s1600-h/girls+night+out+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250010976262429314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNvJKssGGoI/AAAAAAAAALA/r68FnB7Jyhg/s320/girls+night+out+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;By this point in the night, we may have been a little out of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNvIWZtmlZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZbSSsU90RvA/s1600-h/girls+night+out+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250010077815281042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNvIWZtmlZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZbSSsU90RvA/s320/girls+night+out+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNvIBTHJCCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JQNUU4blf_Y/s1600-h/girls+night+out+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250009715266095138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNvIBTHJCCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JQNUU4blf_Y/s320/girls+night+out+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Megan killing the BIGGEST spider before we went out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                                                               She's so Brave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNvHz_4uxII/AAAAAAAAAKo/YBJ_QEGI8Xs/s1600-h/girls+night+out+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250009486767080578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNvHz_4uxII/AAAAAAAAAKo/YBJ_QEGI8Xs/s320/girls+night+out+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ah... I miss this girl! Megan and I had a girls night out and it was much needed! We had a lot of laughs and some great conversations. I miss her mucho bunches, but not enough to go back to working with her. (sorry girl, I love ya and all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-1589021153251633454?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1589021153251633454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=1589021153251633454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1589021153251633454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1589021153251633454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/09/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNvJKssGGoI/AAAAAAAAALA/r68FnB7Jyhg/s72-c/girls+night+out+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-2553792799792324574</id><published>2008-09-18T00:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:33:29.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNH28dUIiUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YntuLFhaNCo/s1600-h/forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247246559384996162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNH28dUIiUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YntuLFhaNCo/s400/forest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I must start off with MY boyfriend. Forest Griffin. Yes, we are keeping it on the DL for right now, but some day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNH2r7VsU8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lwMDxhXsR08/s1600-h/23_MattHughesUFC63weigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247246275386823618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNH2r7VsU8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lwMDxhXsR08/s400/23_MattHughesUFC63weigh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Matt Hughes is an all around good guy and fighter. Its sad because his days of retirement are drawing near. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNH2F6x-WLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6bvWe-4uHII/s1600-h/chuck-liddell.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247245622401980594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNH2F6x-WLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6bvWe-4uHII/s400/chuck-liddell.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chuck Lidelle has always been one of my favorite fighters. I must admit that his fighting is rather one dimensional and its definitely showing. The fight last Saturday was one of the best knock outs I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNH1P3dIVVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8LgiXU7Pj94/s1600-h/dana+white.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247244693796312402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNH1P3dIVVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8LgiXU7Pj94/s400/dana+white.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNH1P-IOHQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tnXYQy4sSQA/s1600-h/mens_fitness_dana_white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247244695587659010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNH1P-IOHQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tnXYQy4sSQA/s400/mens_fitness_dana_white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dana White is currently the President of the UFC and is pretty much amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNH08-DaRlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/S_jhBh1CdeQ/s1600-h/jens-pulver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247244369149970002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNH08-DaRlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/S_jhBh1CdeQ/s400/jens-pulver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jens Pulver has always been an underdog, but I like the guy and he's a fast little fighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I guess I pretty much love all these boys and a good fight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had a great UFC party when I was in Colorado last weekend. I must say that Phil can throw down an amazing get together. Oh how I miss everyone there and love to go back and visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-2553792799792324574?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2553792799792324574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=2553792799792324574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2553792799792324574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2553792799792324574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-must-start-off-with-my-boyfriend.html' title='Hello Boys'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SNH28dUIiUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YntuLFhaNCo/s72-c/forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-5245551788885145454</id><published>2008-09-09T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:04:49.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Buds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc6Zwaa7jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Oyb4-ZWUBi0/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244224505263091250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc6Zwaa7jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Oyb4-ZWUBi0/s400/more+camera+pics+376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc6aY17zqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vvrZ3Cfg6tQ/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244224516115910306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc6aY17zqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vvrZ3Cfg6tQ/s400/more+camera+pics+381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc5-zCd4sI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PVaz6IU1HQY/s1600-h/camera+pics+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244224042111460034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc5-zCd4sI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PVaz6IU1HQY/s400/camera+pics+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc5_fwOm_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/JEpQUQp2ujk/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244224054114556914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc5_fwOm_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/JEpQUQp2ujk/s400/more+camera+pics+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc5_7LVkaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/d9YDgLl4U4I/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244224061476016546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc5_7LVkaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/d9YDgLl4U4I/s400/more+camera+pics+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc6AAO9kAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LzY68DDti60/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244224062833397762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc6AAO9kAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LzY68DDti60/s400/more+camera+pics+278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc6AUmOfiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OGxi1KZgMSg/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244224068299685410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc6AUmOfiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OGxi1KZgMSg/s400/more+camera+pics+317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Every time I go home to visit, I always seem very reluctant to come back. Chalk it up to being homesick if you want, but no matter how many years I've been away from Colorado I still end up missing it dearly. This time was a little different because it was a mix of wanting to stay and also wanting to come back. My 16 year old little brother is one of my very best friends. Him and I have always had such a special connection, its hard to describe the bond we have. I was the baby in the family for many years until my mom got pregnant with Danny. So not only was I "de throned" of that position, I also ended up with a brother (which I so desperately wanted a little sister). But since the day he was born, Danny and I connected and have been buds ever since. Now that he is 16 and knows everything, he is having a hard time still living at home. He doesn't quite understand why Mom and Dad still tell him what to do after all, he is not a baby anymore. Anyway... I found it harder to come back to Utah this time only because I wanted to stay and help the situation as much as possible. I know he is having a hard time at home and maybe if I were there, the tension would be eased quite a bit. But on the other hand BECAUSE he is having a hard time at home he causes drama. And whenever there is drama at the home front I stay clear from that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well..... nevertheless I love the guy and just hope he can suck it up for the next couple of years or else I may not have a little sibling at all anymore :)&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/6734414716390484285-5245551788885145454?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5245551788885145454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=5245551788885145454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5245551788885145454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5245551788885145454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-time-i-go-home-to-visit-i-always.html' title='Best Buds'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMc6Zwaa7jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Oyb4-ZWUBi0/s72-c/more+camera+pics+376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-3077587198433742519</id><published>2008-09-04T18:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:01:29.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>This is my horoscope for today. I found it very.... interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It may be hard for you to express yourself in romantic situations today, Amanda. It is quite possible that the voices in your head are having a raging debate that you can't seem to control. On one hand, you may be longing for more freedom and autonomy in your relationships, while on the other hand, what you truly yearn for is a sensitive, nurturing, and devoted partner. Give it time. You will eventually get exactly what you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-3077587198433742519?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3077587198433742519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=3077587198433742519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3077587198433742519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3077587198433742519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/09/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-2534806707830863835</id><published>2008-09-04T09:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:05:28.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>STAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAIfYLQ78I/AAAAAAAAAHY/zuBfBoBkSYM/s1600-h/s562366371_164736_4592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242199301417922498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAIfYLQ78I/AAAAAAAAAHY/zuBfBoBkSYM/s400/s562366371_164736_4592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAIfoPJhEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rKDbDYbe8j0/s1600-h/kyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242199305729180738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAIfoPJhEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rKDbDYbe8j0/s400/kyan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAG5ICYTYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GCZ6CJ-sVAc/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242197544739032450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAG5ICYTYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GCZ6CJ-sVAc/s200/more+camera+pics+300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAG6CZvrsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0v3wJG2sxog/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242197560406290114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAG6CZvrsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0v3wJG2sxog/s200/more+camera+pics+359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAG5s5SbgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OmKEmxUrq4Q/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242197554633010690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAG5s5SbgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OmKEmxUrq4Q/s200/more+camera+pics+302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAG56AIYtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1wbOnRV8QI0/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242197558151373522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAG56AIYtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1wbOnRV8QI0/s200/more+camera+pics+343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAG6eDeerI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dYqsvanlkEA/s1600-h/camera+pics+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242197567829080754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAG6eDeerI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dYqsvanlkEA/s200/camera+pics+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAF5Hiw_TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OPf8Xweo6fU/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242196445094804786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAF5Hiw_TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OPf8Xweo6fU/s200/more+camera+pics+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAF5pQh3qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aCi1jdg595U/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242196454145121954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAF5pQh3qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aCi1jdg595U/s200/more+camera+pics+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAF50grVgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pNYf3kIA7Rc/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242196457165641218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAF50grVgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pNYf3kIA7Rc/s200/more+camera+pics+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAF6GBJ7eI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gzCTZ-FFCD8/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242196461865266658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAF6GBJ7eI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gzCTZ-FFCD8/s200/more+camera+pics+251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAF6ujpfrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/e6pGep-o-Hg/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242196472747359922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAF6ujpfrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/e6pGep-o-Hg/s200/more+camera+pics+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAC6keqvcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sdS0t-7W3bw/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242193171507232194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAC6keqvcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sdS0t-7W3bw/s200/more+camera+pics+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAC60idBkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XAINmq1ZJbY/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242193175818077762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="189" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAC60idBkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XAINmq1ZJbY/s200/more+camera+pics+024.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAC7uZRvoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JcU_Xcgj068/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242193191348846210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAC7uZRvoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JcU_Xcgj068/s200/more+camera+pics+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAC8LpVnPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_22_XHLOSYY/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242193199200836850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAC8LpVnPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_22_XHLOSYY/s200/more+camera+pics+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAC8o-UzsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fZPSZvNqUZ0/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242193207073492674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAC8o-UzsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fZPSZvNqUZ0/s200/more+camera+pics+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I would have to say the thing that brings me the most joy in my life would have to be my Nephews. 8 years ago my frist nephew Ben was born and thats when the nick name Star started. It has stuck through out the years and has brought me so much happiness that is hard to even describe. Oh, I love this boys so much! Nothing makes me happier then walking into a room and them running to me for hugs yelling " STAR!!!" Oh my goodness, it makes me smile now just thinking about it. Well I get to go home tomorrow for Ben's baptism and am SO excited!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is a tribute to all my boys, I heart them mucho bunches!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6734414716390484285-2534806707830863835?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2534806707830863835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=2534806707830863835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2534806707830863835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2534806707830863835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/09/star.html' title='STAR'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SMAIfYLQ78I/AAAAAAAAAHY/zuBfBoBkSYM/s72-c/s562366371_164736_4592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-1833397315887313493</id><published>2008-09-02T10:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:06:52.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All nighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SL1qn0xu2GI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HqPyChxjlAs/s1600-h/all+nighter+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241462773743802466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SL1qn0xu2GI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HqPyChxjlAs/s400/all+nighter+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SL1qoCQYPeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/b9p_mTMZiIM/s1600-h/all+nighter+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241462777362005474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SL1qoCQYPeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/b9p_mTMZiIM/s400/all+nighter+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SL1qofvshsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DIiBpmIII_E/s1600-h/all+nighter+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241462785277986498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SL1qofvshsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DIiBpmIII_E/s400/all+nighter+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SL1qolCMctI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/isUHyWK9Nls/s1600-h/all+nighter+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241462786697753298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SL1qolCMctI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/isUHyWK9Nls/s400/all+nighter+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SL1qo2SpybI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uaXf9tHHng0/s1600-h/all+nighter+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241462791330187698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SL1qo2SpybI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uaXf9tHHng0/s400/all+nighter+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sunday night my friend Ben and I went to spend some time with another friend before he left for school. What started out as a fun night of helping Cameron beat Zelda (don't get me started on not understanding the desire for that game ) ended up going until 4 am. Dont worry... Ben and I went into work at 4:30. Yes, I think a post or 2 ago I said I would no longer be doing all nighters... but it was well worth it! Not only was there a lot of laughs, I also got to hang out with some really cool guys for the night. One of which I am currently crushing on... so that made it all the better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I miss the days of not having a care in the world. Staying up all night and then having the appropriate amount of time to sleep it off. Whats with this whole school and work business. SHEESH!&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/6734414716390484285-1833397315887313493?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1833397315887313493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=1833397315887313493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1833397315887313493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/1833397315887313493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-nighter.html' title='All nighter'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SL1qn0xu2GI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HqPyChxjlAs/s72-c/all+nighter+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-8525630247763791819</id><published>2008-08-24T14:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:16:45.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite time of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SLHBTOQ_ntI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9NV-gQ0xkWA/s1600-h/broncos+game+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238180377599647442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SLHBTOQ_ntI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9NV-gQ0xkWA/s400/broncos+game+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SLHBTrFQmVI/AAAAAAAAADY/KU3ldSPk0RA/s1600-h/broncos+game+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238180385335056722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SLHBTrFQmVI/AAAAAAAAADY/KU3ldSPk0RA/s400/broncos+game+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SLHBTxoH-uI/AAAAAAAAADg/8d0ziDqyNkE/s1600-h/broncos+game+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238180387091905250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SLHBTxoH-uI/AAAAAAAAADg/8d0ziDqyNkE/s400/broncos+game+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SLHBUG9-EKI/AAAAAAAAADo/zv-xTwCVYTo/s1600-h/broncos+game+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238180392820674722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SLHBUG9-EKI/AAAAAAAAADo/zv-xTwCVYTo/s400/broncos+game+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My sister Amie called me Thursday afternoon and said " Matt has 2 openings in his Suite for the Broncos game tomorrow night, want to go?" umm... let me think about that. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HECK YES I DO!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I threw caution to the wind and got in the car Friday morning after working only a few hours. Don't you worry, I was supposed to work Saturday morning, but decided to work the night shift instead. While deciding this, thought to myself- Self, you can drive early Saturday morning for 7 1/2 hrs and then work 8 hours, no problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah right! I got back and was so stinking tired and only ended up working 5 hours, but it was well worth it. I love football season and more importantly, I love the Denver Broncos! Its been a rough couple of seasons, but hopefully it will be better this year. (one can hope right?)&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/6734414716390484285-8525630247763791819?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8525630247763791819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=8525630247763791819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/8525630247763791819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/8525630247763791819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/08/favorite-time-of-year.html' title='Favorite time of the year'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SLHBTOQ_ntI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9NV-gQ0xkWA/s72-c/broncos+game+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-5535988171844822720</id><published>2008-08-08T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:27:48.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I had the chance tonight to spend some time with a friend I haven't seen in a few years. It was great to catch up on old times and discuss everything that has happened since. As it got to my turn, I realized that I had a little (or quite a bit) of anger built up inside. See... over the last few years I have had my heart stomped on quite bit and my feelings hurt a long the way. This girl has always been the "tough" one. We used to joke as roommates that she was heartless. She would never let anyone hurt her feelings. She just didn't put up with it. So!!! I decided that there is a new Amanda. I am tired of people taking advantage of me and my friendship. Most of all I am tired of having my feelings hurt. I have decided that since I cannot control other peoples actions, I will begin to control my response. No more allowing peoples hurtful actions bring me down. It is just simply not fair. Anyway... that's my ranting for the day. Just wanted to put it out there so you know that you  should probably just stay on my good side :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-5535988171844822720?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5535988171844822720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=5535988171844822720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5535988171844822720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5535988171844822720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/08/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and tired'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-3767399047781234004</id><published>2008-08-02T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:09:32.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SJSQ4GN9xuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yyO9QISNH5A/s1600-h/packing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229964360700249826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SJSQ4GN9xuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yyO9QISNH5A/s400/packing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You would certainly think that because I have moved so many time, I would be a friggin pro at it. UGH!!! OH how I hate packing and moving. It is such a long, life sucking task that seems to never end. However, by the good grace of everything that is holy... I was blessed with a great family. My aunt, uncle and cousin all chipped in and helped the moving process go SO much easier. Randon brought his truck over and we made it in one trip, which made the day so much better what it could have been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seriously if it weren't for my aunt and uncle I would be in a real pickle dick. Okay, let me pump the brakes for a second. I had a second job working for a mortgage company. After NO notice whatsoever, they made my job into a full time traveling position and that left me without a job. Jean and Wes were so nice to offer me to live with them. I love them dearly and would be lost without them. Not to mention I have 3 of the greatest new roommates. My cousin Sariah is probably the coolest little girl ever! I shouldn't say little like she is 5. She is like the little sister mixed with a cool friend to hang out with.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am way excited about my new living arrangements and hope I don't bug them too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/6734414716390484285-3767399047781234004?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3767399047781234004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=3767399047781234004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3767399047781234004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/3767399047781234004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving.html' title='Moving!'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SJSQ4GN9xuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yyO9QISNH5A/s72-c/packing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-4219168241649865805</id><published>2008-07-24T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:13:23.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It might be a crush... Yup! Roger that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SIlM-H8K_eI/AAAAAAAAACw/SPvRiJuoQSY/s1600-h/Twilight_book_one_by_Carlisle_Culle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226793472707198434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SIlM-H8K_eI/AAAAAAAAACw/SPvRiJuoQSY/s400/Twilight_book_one_by_Carlisle_Culle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have never really been big into reading. I"ve  just  never really gotten into a good book. With the encouraging words of my good friend, I decided to buy Twilight. Yes I know that I am probably one of the last ones to jump on the band wagon, however its better late then never. I started 3 days ago and have not slept an ounce since then. I get home from my 2nd job about 7 pm the book has my undivided attention. Except of course the occasion text to Kara "I loved Edward" "I might have the biggest crush on him!" Which I am sure she found very annoying. But that's what you get right?? Ha ha.. Anyway, the guys at work were wondering why I was so tired. After countless guesses of who I was hanging out with all night they didn't even begin to venture down the road of me staying up all night reading. I was talking to one of girls at the customer service desk saying how I was in love with Edward and one of the boys overheard.. next thing you know, ENDLESS questions as to why they had never even heard about this guy and I was staying up all night with him. Why I hadn't even mentioned it to anyone of them and more importantly, when were they going to meet him. Ha ha, if they only knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, I just finished the first and I am scampering off to Walmart to buy the 2nd one! I love it mucho bunches!&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/6734414716390484285-4219168241649865805?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4219168241649865805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=4219168241649865805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/4219168241649865805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/4219168241649865805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-might-be-crush-yup-roger-that.html' title='It might be a crush... Yup! Roger that!'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SIlM-H8K_eI/AAAAAAAAACw/SPvRiJuoQSY/s72-c/Twilight_book_one_by_Carlisle_Culle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-5465584711531101995</id><published>2008-07-21T10:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:12:36.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SITB4nEmzGI/AAAAAAAAACo/Dp8fmR1b29I/s1600-h/rascal+flatts+concert+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D87157ed9970cef6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331664176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D108049E871B97E5B7B7A01CDB820119B748928F9.55D8CF3E265B7F6086AAF60E860FE2262FB8576A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D87157ed9970cef6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTlGci100Tq6m2CNhzUioqwq2cnQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D87157ed9970cef6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331664176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D108049E871B97E5B7B7A01CDB820119B748928F9.55D8CF3E265B7F6086AAF60E860FE2262FB8576A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D87157ed9970cef6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTlGci100Tq6m2CNhzUioqwq2cnQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This was such an amazing birthday! Amie and I got up SUPER early and waited in line all day. When I say all day , I mean we were there at 10 am and the concert didn't start until 8pm. It was WELL worth it! We were against the fence that was in front of the stage, so it was pretty freakin awesome! I am so blessed to have had such a great birthday. I was feeling a little sad about some things, but this day wiith my awesome sister made that all go away :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-5465584711531101995?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4bedb758da864919&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=87157ed9970cef6e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e9f63b874b68753a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5465584711531101995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=5465584711531101995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5465584711531101995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5465584711531101995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SITB4nEmzGI/AAAAAAAAACo/Dp8fmR1b29I/s72-c/rascal+flatts+concert+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-8445763231994474398</id><published>2008-07-17T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:10:11.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah... Old times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SH_bJthoUrI/AAAAAAAAABw/2xKvKKdai-4/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224135052659020466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SH_bJthoUrI/AAAAAAAAABw/2xKvKKdai-4/s400/more+camera+pics+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SH_abav9DVI/AAAAAAAAABo/SexmhrOLp14/s1600-h/brody.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224134257344843090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 14px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 4px" height="60" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SH_abav9DVI/AAAAAAAAABo/SexmhrOLp14/s400/brody.jpg" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So given that it has been a pretty crazy week, I had quite the relief yesterday. I went out to lunch with one of my greatest friends who I love so dearly. She is seriously the Bomb-biggity. Before we took a stroll down memory lane, I stopped in at my old work to say "Hi" to all the ladies there. (and Dr Young, but lets face it he was always one of the girls) I have to say I was a little nervous to see some of my old co workers, as I still feel a little shunned for quitting. It was great to see everyone and lets face it... who doesn't like to be praised when you walk into a room. I know, its very egotistical but it feels nice and you all know it! Anyway... then I went out to lunch with my previous partner in crime and it was amazing! I miss her mucho bunches and I'm just going to be honest with you, the CUTEST little guy ever. This pic was taken when he was a little baby. That was actually taken on my birthday of last year, so almost a year ago to the date. (I think)Oh.. my holy mokes! Anyway... great day with great conversation made it for an awesome send off, I'M GOING HOME! I miss my family oh so much and I get to see them this weekend. My sister and I are going to Rascal Flats and our tickets are right up against the stage! Don't you worry.. My next post will be my birthday experience with my new boyfriends!&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/6734414716390484285-8445763231994474398?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8445763231994474398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=8445763231994474398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/8445763231994474398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/8445763231994474398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/07/ah-old-times.html' title='Ah... Old times'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SH_bJthoUrI/AAAAAAAAABw/2xKvKKdai-4/s72-c/more+camera+pics+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-6359267855161381524</id><published>2008-07-11T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:10:58.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On my honor, I swear that I have never been one of those girls that has to get married right away. Yes of course I want to find my prince charming and YES it certainly does suck kissing all the frogs along the way. Okay, maybe the kissing part doesn't entirely suck but you get what I mean. Anyway.... A good friend of mine just went through a divorce after being with his wife for 6 years, 3 or which they were married. After 2 kids, she decided she missed the dating life and wanted to go back to it. YIKES! I want to slap her upside the head for multiple reasons.&lt;br /&gt;#1 she has broken my friends heart&lt;br /&gt;#2 she has obviously lost her mind because I hate to say it but the dating "game" is not all it is cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfishly I have enjoyed the time where he is now single because we met in a work setting while he was married and I think the world of him. Now we can carry this friendship outside of that work setting. But still!!! come on lady I think I need to remind you of a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I am certainly not a relationship expert nor have I been married. I am not trying to comment on their marriage only on the fact that she will now be thrown into a world that is sometimes a little rough. My feelings after a recent date are described in the following poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute clothes and time doing my hair&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock, who's there?&lt;br /&gt;I'm your date for the night,&lt;br /&gt;first impressions seem to be alright&lt;br /&gt;An awkward hug or maybe more&lt;br /&gt;This dude totally didn't open my door&lt;br /&gt;A drive to dinner with the SAME questions asked&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish the time would pass&lt;br /&gt;It is Friday night so of course there is a wait&lt;br /&gt;A crowded Chili's waiting room for the first date&lt;br /&gt;In love with himself he must be&lt;br /&gt;the conversation has yet turned to me&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah all about himself&lt;br /&gt;His wonderful trophies lined on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;"I was great and such a stud"&lt;br /&gt;Stud, really? more like a dud&lt;br /&gt;Finally we sit and up walks a blond&lt;br /&gt;Cute little waitress with the tightest jeans on&lt;br /&gt;Rule #1 don't stare at another girl&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting tactics will certainly make me hurl&lt;br /&gt;Dinner is done, we are out the door&lt;br /&gt;Surely this guy wont ask for more&lt;br /&gt;I dread the time when we take the walk&lt;br /&gt;Up to the door making small talk&lt;br /&gt;Reviewing the night seeing what you deserve&lt;br /&gt;A courtesy hug, nothing more you perv&lt;br /&gt;He leans in like he wants a kiss&lt;br /&gt;A turn of the cheek giving the dis&lt;br /&gt;After Flirting with the waitress all night&lt;br /&gt;A kiss from me.. come on YEAH RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Laying on my bed letting out a sigh&lt;br /&gt;At least I can say I gave it a try&lt;br /&gt;Though this guy wasn't a total winner&lt;br /&gt;Look at the bright side, I got a free dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my heart goes out to my friend who just had his heart broken and I am floored why this girl is CHOOSING to go back to dark side. The side of which is full of uncertainty and awkward moments. Good luck to her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-6359267855161381524?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6359267855161381524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=6359267855161381524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6359267855161381524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6359267855161381524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/07/dating-life.html' title='Dating life'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-2209237861375563684</id><published>2008-07-09T14:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:04:34.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SHUnF9qBgRI/AAAAAAAAABM/jKq31Q5eBJM/s1600-h/IMG_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221122326409609490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SHUnF9qBgRI/AAAAAAAAABM/jKq31Q5eBJM/s400/IMG_1374.JPG" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... Anyone that knows me knows that I LIVE for awkward moments. I find them very entertaining and I seem to always end up in them. Today I had to run an errand for my boss to drop off this package. It was up in Sandy not too far from where I work, so I stopped on my way in. As I was driving to towards this extremely ritzy area I only hoped that that was where I was taking the package. Ah.. dreams really do come true! I headed towards what looked like a freaking castle and loved every minuet of it. Right before I got to the street to turn, I noticed their country club. Oh my goodness this place was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SAAWEET&lt;/span&gt;! It was so pretty and so full of pretty people. I think people are wrong when they say money can't buy you happiness. Because as I stood there gazing at the beautiful swimming pool, I felt happy. Curiosity got the best of me and I walked towards the pool, hoping to get a glimpse of what I assumed to be the best day alive for those people. They were talking, laughing and enjoying the cool water in this hot day! Oh don't you worry I got out my camera, I just wanted to have an idea of how I wanted to live one day ( insert a dose of reality here). As I was taking a picture a man walked up to me and said "can I help you? You look out of place, I mean lost" Ya right, like that was a slip up. Also if you know me, you may know that I have a sassy bone or two in my body. Conversation went as such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;swimmer "excuse me, can I help you? you look out of place, I mean lost"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me " Oh no thanks, I actually live here"&lt;br /&gt;swimmer " you do, do you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me "of course I do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;swimmer " which house, I don't think I have ever seen you at a block event"&lt;br /&gt;me " #6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;swallowwood&lt;/span&gt; lane " (which was the destination of this package)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;swimmer " interesting.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my house"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AWKWARD!! try pulling off that you were just messing around and you knew all along that he was the one I needed to deliver the package to. YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;.. that was my awkward moment for the day.&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/6734414716390484285-2209237861375563684?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2209237861375563684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=2209237861375563684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2209237861375563684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2209237861375563684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SHUnF9qBgRI/AAAAAAAAABM/jKq31Q5eBJM/s72-c/IMG_1374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-2852284384735066734</id><published>2008-07-08T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:44:48.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SHPsTul0wwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vZpHK8Eymvs/s1600-h/camera+pics+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220776216720884482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SHPsTul0wwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vZpHK8Eymvs/s200/camera+pics+017.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SHPp_26z9XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Zu8FQLA77sQ/s1600-h/camera+pics+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220773676335756658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="199" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SHPp_26z9XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Zu8FQLA77sQ/s320/camera+pics+014.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It was one of the best decisions I ever made leaving Dr. Young's office. It was a hard one to make, but nevertheless it has been well worth it. I do have to say that I miss pregnant women and even more I miss BABIES! Every time I see a pregnant women in the store I feel the need to talk to them. I casually bring up something non related to their pregnancy and then the conversation slowly turns to their baby. Pathetic I know, but I can't help it. Well I am happy to say that my sister in law just had a baby girl! First girl in the family and she is adorable! I am sad that I have to be so far away from them, but will see them in a few short weeks. Also, my good friend that I work with is expecting a little girl any day now. Well its actually his wife Ashley that is pregnant but you get my point :) So everyday we make the small talk, how are you.. how was your night last night blah blah blah. Then we get to the good stuff! Hows the wife and better yet BABY?!? I am sure he is sick to death of us talking about that stuff but what do you do. More importantly I am sure that his wife &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; not like the fact that I know SO much about her. Who wouldn't want their cervical information thrown around in regular conversation right?? Anyway... Thank heavens to both of these babies coming into this world, I did for a SPLIT second contimplate going back to the madness called Dr Youngs office. Pheww! Dodged that bullet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6734414716390484285-2852284384735066734?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2852284384735066734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=2852284384735066734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2852284384735066734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2852284384735066734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby.html' title='BABY!'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SHPsTul0wwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vZpHK8Eymvs/s72-c/camera+pics+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-7050659678685677488</id><published>2008-05-21T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:15:00.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To all the Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was forwarded this the other day by my grandmother. Kinda funny.. I know. However I feel like she sent it to me because it fits my life like a glove. ENJOY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree. Now men...men are like fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the snot out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with. Share this with all the good apples you know.&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/6734414716390484285-7050659678685677488?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7050659678685677488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=7050659678685677488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/7050659678685677488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/7050659678685677488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-all-ladies.html' title='To all the Ladies'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-6261540908417404436</id><published>2008-05-14T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:28:41.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay.. so my very first roommate is moving back to Utah! I am so incredibly excited about it too. We have remained really good friends for the last almost 6 years, most of which was through conversations over the phone. I think we have seen each other maybe 3 times during those years. All that aside, I am super stoked about her being here. She has this adorable little baby girl that I now get to see on a regular basis! I am very excited. Truthfully,  I have very few good girl friends. One that lives here, but lets face it she wont remain single for long. (you know who you are :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And the other really good benefit to having her here is that we share the same "problem". We have this ex significant (or not so significant) other that keeps popping up only long enough to make us upset. Difference between us is that she gets angry ( I am very jealous of that trait) and I get sad. So hopefully her here will add fuel to my fire and I can be done with it! Whaa haa haa (that was my evil laugh if you couldn't tell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-6261540908417404436?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6261540908417404436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=6261540908417404436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6261540908417404436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6261540908417404436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-5197802498419579501</id><published>2008-04-22T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:46:40.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SHQdskZF-2I/AAAAAAAAABE/tFf2Rq7B2d8/s1600-h/more+camera+pics+406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220830519549623138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SHQdskZF-2I/AAAAAAAAABE/tFf2Rq7B2d8/s320/more+camera+pics+406.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh life, how it is always changing! My car broke down a few weeks ago (UGHH!). It had only 82,000 miles on in and the engine blew. I did some research and apparently Saturn L200 has that particular problem frequently. When asked why the engine blew the mechanics response was " lack of maintenance". Which if my case (and SO many others) is simply not the truth. I have the receipts to prove my oil changes thank you very much! But out of all of this, I got a new car. I got a freaking cute Toyota Camry. She is green and her name is Cami. I am happy with the purchase but am bummed because now I have a second job to help me pay for my new purchase. See, I still owed $4000 on my old car so I had to roll that negative equity into it. Which normally I wouldn't ever do, but with Toyota's ability to hold its value and me really not having any other choice... I did it. Lets see... what else??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been to my new ward twice now, and I really seem to like it. I actually went to FHE yesterday which I have to admit has been WAY too long since I have gone to my family home evening in my own ward. BUT, with the encouraging words of my Bishop ringing in my head "Amanda, what you get out of life is what you are willing to put into it", I decided to go. Which I am really glad I did. I have met a couple of new people which is always nice. Nice to have someone to sit with during church. Which also helps me from not dipping out early :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6734414716390484285-5197802498419579501?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5197802498419579501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=5197802498419579501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5197802498419579501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/5197802498419579501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-life-how-it-is-always-changing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SHQdskZF-2I/AAAAAAAAABE/tFf2Rq7B2d8/s72-c/more+camera+pics+406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-2344599522366099097</id><published>2008-02-10T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:06:35.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless fact #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So I learned something new today. In the midst of a total complaining session, I boldly stated that I never understood why people use the phrase "It's not like I'm blowing smoke up your butt".  As if they are saying, " I would never say this just to make you happy". Like blowing smoke up your butt would make you happy? Well, rest assured that I so kindly explained a life long mystery. (ok thats a bit of a stretch). It comes from the wildly enticing life of cock fighting. They would blow smoke on the rooster's bottom to puff them up and make them "fight harder". Though we are not roosters, we coined the phrase from those barbaric fights.  And now I know something that has bugged me for a while now. Totally useless I know, but they say you learn something new everyday. Unless of course she was just blowing smoke up my butt and I still don't know the accurate meaning.  HA HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-2344599522366099097?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2344599522366099097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=2344599522366099097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2344599522366099097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/2344599522366099097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2008/02/useless-fact-1.html' title='Useless fact #1'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734414716390484285.post-6521722776622500222</id><published>2007-12-31T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:09:12.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the sniffles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Little white tissues gathered on my floor&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish I didn't have the sniffles anymore&lt;br /&gt;Waking up with a deep cough in my chest&lt;br /&gt;First prize winner of the manliest voice contest&lt;br /&gt;Magical cough syrup, just a teaspoon and a half&lt;br /&gt;Will ale any cough, plus give others a laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Warning label should be read as followed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Drugs may cause loopiness, even with the smallest swallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;There will come a day when I am alive and well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Until then I will sit in my personal, sneezing hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734414716390484285-6521722776622500222?l=wereonabreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6521722776622500222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734414716390484285&amp;postID=6521722776622500222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6521722776622500222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734414716390484285/posts/default/6521722776622500222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/ode-to-sniffles.html' title='Ode to the sniffles'/><author><name>Amanda Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741929291804698422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p76mVW3M0Bs/SllhlJXJaMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GeLBrF0x4Iw/S220/Vegas+with+adrian+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
