tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83000948968825997212024-03-13T14:51:27.833-05:00Dull Day DiariesAmeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-79706213564238679502011-03-18T23:37:00.003-05:002011-03-18T23:39:26.074-05:00Official Date<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">June 25, 2010</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIMigI9CMK0/TYQzVmStAHI/AAAAAAAABY0/tRSvRd_ItU8/s1600/Scott%2BMini%2B2%2B%25284%2Bof%2B63%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIMigI9CMK0/TYQzVmStAHI/AAAAAAAABY0/tRSvRd_ItU8/s320/Scott%2BMini%2B2%2B%25284%2Bof%2B63%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585645883995521138" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Our day is fast approaching, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">And we can hardly wait! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">We hope that you can join us, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">But be sure to save the date! </span></div></div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-13530672660228753602011-03-02T20:11:00.013-06:002011-03-02T22:15:57.187-06:00Engaged!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Yes, you read that right- I am officially engaged to the man of my dreams. First, let me start off by saying that I couldn't have created a better man for myself. God was truly looking out for me when he brought Scott into my life. He definitely did a much better job then I could have ever dreamed of! I'm sure the main 2 main things you want to know right now are (1) How did he propose? (2) What does the ring look like? Well, you're in luck, because I'm going to tell you!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur-f9pAWHes/TW8HZ2AsTHI/AAAAAAAABSk/W9E-ruTSgvw/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579686603911875698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(1) How did he propose?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">All day Scott kept telling me that I was coming over as soon as school was out, but then he had changed it to 4:30 because he had to go help one of his friends get up cows. So, after school I head home to clean out my car and change clothes. I had sent Scott a text asking him if we were doing anything tonight, and he said no, we'll just sit around the house, so I put on black windsuit pants, a razorback t-shirt, and house shoes, and left my house. Around 4:45 he started texting me asking me where I was. I informed him that I needed to go shopping first, then I would be over there. He said no, I just need to come over, so I told him he could meet me in town, and we could so some shopping together. But how ironic- his truck was broken, and he couldn't drive it, so I told him I would come pick him up. On my way there I decided to stop by Maca because I knew they closed at 6:00, and we wouldn't make it back in time to go, so I ran in there real quick. And when I say real quick, I mean real quick!! It was a fast shopping trip! (Ok, maybe not in Scott's eyes, but that's only because he was </span><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">waiting</span></b></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> on me)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I finally got to Scott's around 5:30.... and I just left my house at 4:45- see that was a fast shopping trip. As I pulled up I noticed that his truck was missing, and my chalkboard that I had bought not to long ago was sitting in the middle of his shop. As I got out of my car, I was thinking to myself, what in the world is he doing with my chalkboard! As I walked up closer, I noticed there was writing on the chalkboard, a note... to me!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dear Amelia,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Please take Roxy to the bottom of the field. I'll be waiting on you. Then follow the clues the rest of the way. Love ya!</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">P.S. Text if you get lost (I know you)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">-Scott</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9SXGb1ooEs/TW8HaCPRnHI/AAAAAAAABSs/WPnfnCnIphQ/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579686607194266738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">**Roxy is Scott's horse**</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">AND HE HAD THE SONG </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">FOREVER</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> PLAYING ON REPEAT IN THE BACKGROUND. I KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP WHEN I HEARD THAT. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Not really knowing what to think, I started to search his "house" trying to find him! Then I went to the back of the shop and found Roxy tied up to the trailer. His truck was also in the back, so I opened the door to see if he was in there, Nope, he wasn't! So, I walked over to Roxy, and found a pink rose sitting on the saddle... for me?!? </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDKEsE9Lhf0/TW8HaPrpmgI/AAAAAAAABS0/kU2Brv8X55U/s320/IMG_0450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579686610802940418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl3NW_bWhEQ/TW8HakXcOTI/AAAAAAAABS8/p3vxloE8ZTA/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579686616355322162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I took the rose off of the saddle, hopped on Roxy, and headed to the bottom of the field. *Don't forget, I'm in windsuit pants, a t-shirt and house shoes, and I'm riding a horse*</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I could see Scott in the distance on another horse, but he definitely would not let me get close to him. It was like a movie where someone sees a "ghost" and they keep following it, not really knowing where they're going. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">After riding for a little bit, not knowing whether to walk, trot, or run on Roxy, I finally came to my first clue. Scott had hand painted a sign that says Scott <3><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Along the way there were random roses tied to trees to lead the trail. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CoUrl-2JQJY/TW8H4eusBfI/AAAAAAAABTk/RoNICujSnXg/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579687130238289394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wczNi5m7XDQ/TW8H4JtsJgI/AAAAAAAABTc/ohAJp0o2nQ0/s320/IMG_0459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579687124596958722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DNHn0xdB9iU/TW8H4LFdWgI/AAAAAAAABTU/eKMNxxeZS-o/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579687124965087746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">*Sorry, the pictures are kind of blurry. = (</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When I finally got to the bottom I was shaking! First, I was cold, but I was also nervous! But felt at ease when I saw Scott standing there with his precious smile on his face, that melts my heart! At that point all I wanted to do was hug him, and never let go! But, I did because I had to walk over to the blanket on the ground, with a bouquet of flowers, and strawberry shortcake. As I'm standing over there checking it all out, he walks over to where I am, get's down on one knee, and asks me to marry him!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZXExBeLHKY/TW8H3TiRTlI/AAAAAAAABTE/tul_RjUG6tQ/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579687110053547602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
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<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">*Note, there was obviously something in his contact that was bothering him, because his eye's started to water... pretty bad!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">All I could do was squeal and squeak, and no words would come out~ But finally I got the words yes out. = )</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He held me tight forever, before I actually even really looked at the ring. Again, all I wanted to do was hug him forever, and never let go! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3KWJXYym_sM/TW8HZohvWQI/AAAAAAAABSc/oI_fVNP30h0/s320/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579686600292391170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Well, this is the SWEET STORY of my engagement, it was a dream come true, and he truly did do a GREAT job. I was very proud! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(2) What does the ring look like?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I LOVE MY RING.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mcFJYvb1R9Y/TW8J04hYqWI/AAAAAAAABTs/HJeUlbsV4V4/s320/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579689267465595234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Scott picked out my ring all by himself, and he did an amazing job.(He might have had a little bit of help from his sister-n-law!) I couldn't have picked a better one out for myself. It's beautiful. Or at least I think so. Diamonds are like cars, everybody has their own preference, and everybody likes different things, but I feel like it is perfect for me!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It's the antique style, with a cushion cut diamond in the middle.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
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<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmipv3-icPM/TW8H3s-r01I/AAAAAAAABTM/KpWspQLthxs/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579687116883612498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
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<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The End! = )</span></div><div>
<br /></div></span></div></div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-71885313406444352922011-02-09T20:16:00.001-06:002011-02-09T20:17:49.156-06:00New Blog... New LifeI have created a new Blog.<div><a href="http://scottandamelia.blogspot.com"><br /></a></div><div>If you would like to look at it or follow it click <a href="http://scottandamelia.blogspot.com">HERE</a>!</div><div><br /></div><div>Have a Blessed Day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Amelia</div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-29123158749153390402010-09-27T22:37:00.004-05:002010-09-27T22:46:00.013-05:00Are you an organ donor?The other day, I had to stop by the Revenue Office and get a new drivers license. I have not gotten a new license, since my sister has passed away. One of the first questions they asked me was if I still wanted to be an organ donor. In the past I have always said yes, with a smile, knowing that someday I might be able to help someone out if something were to ever happen to me. But this time it was different, after she asked me, I just stood there with a blank look on my face, not knowing what to say or do. The only thing I could think of was the horrible scar my sister had from being an organ donor, and how we couldn't burry her in her white princess gown because of it. How last minute we had to find something else to send her home in, and it wasn't quite as beautiful as the white gown. This really made me stop and think about being an organ donor. Should we all be organ donors and help someone in the future who might need it? What about in our everyday lives, are you an organ donor? Have a you gave your heart to Jesus? It's exciting to know that in our lives, we have the opportunity to be an organ donor twice! So, stop and and think about your life. Sometimes its worth having those ugly scars for God to forgive, so that we can "donate" our hearts back to him. = )Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-32723454420250419012010-08-11T13:25:00.008-05:002010-08-11T13:40:51.498-05:00Pool Time!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLuCN_m3UI/AAAAAAAABRE/1zqpYMezXyw/s1600/IMG_4040.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">What's better than spending the day at the pool with friends! This past weekend, we spent both Saturday and Sunday at the pool, and it was a blast! On Saturday, we had a Horseshoe Competition - and for the record, I am horrible! But it was still fun. We also grilled chicken, steak, and had baked potatoes, salad, and grapes! It was yummmy and cooked to perfection. Every time we all get together at the pool, all the guys have some sort of competition. Last time, they spent hours seeing who could swim the underwater the farthest (down and back). This time they had what they called the QBC, Quarterback Challenge. They spent all day jumping off of the diving board and throwing the football at each other. It was pretty interesting, and got pretty competitive!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLtNkDbHVI/AAAAAAAABQk/RqobKlPPGYE/s320/IMG_4029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504222511872286034" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLtNZLEZJI/AAAAAAAABQc/vpIS_ax4a6I/s1600/IMG_4020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLtNZLEZJI/AAAAAAAABQc/vpIS_ax4a6I/s320/IMG_4020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504222508951561362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLtNHCxaTI/AAAAAAAABQU/w2fXMpEbAhc/s1600/IMG_4017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLtNHCxaTI/AAAAAAAABQU/w2fXMpEbAhc/s320/IMG_4017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504222504084924722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLtMvejRNI/AAAAAAAABQM/o_TMntSnCcA/s1600/IMG_4012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLtMvejRNI/AAAAAAAABQM/o_TMntSnCcA/s320/IMG_4012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504222497758987474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLtMYXau2I/AAAAAAAABQE/4JaEETE2CHg/s1600/IMG_4009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLtMYXau2I/AAAAAAAABQE/4JaEETE2CHg/s320/IMG_4009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504222491555052386" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLuB-HbHKI/AAAAAAAABQ8/huMO_wsAWAo/s1600/IMG_4035.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLuB-HbHKI/AAAAAAAABQ8/huMO_wsAWAo/s320/IMG_4035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504223412221582498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLuBrFJtKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/W8AiUdTslAo/s1600/IMG_4024.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLuBrFJtKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/W8AiUdTslAo/s320/IMG_4024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504223407111779490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLuBMnMKsI/AAAAAAAABQs/4ndtR9ZFPOY/s1600/IMG_4021.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGLuBMnMKsI/AAAAAAAABQs/4ndtR9ZFPOY/s320/IMG_4021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504223398933048002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-64939488686359186942010-08-10T12:16:00.007-05:002010-08-10T12:34:22.709-05:00Teacher or Dog Sitter<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today was my very first day as a "teacher". I spent my morning in new teacher orientation, and will finish that up tomorrow. Then, I join all of the experienced teachers for some more teacher inservice, from now until school starts. So, my summer is officially over. Today, we took a tour of the building, went over important dates and other information that ALL teachers needs to know, and watched a video on strengths. According to the video a strength is something you enjoy doing, not necessarily something you are good at. After the video, we had to create a poster, listing our strengths. Do you know how how it is to come up with your own strengths? Think about it: your whole life, different people, like your family, friends, co-workers, teachers, pastor, etc have praised you with your "strengths" (things your good at, but are these things you actually enjoy?) So, you should sit down and come up with some of your own strengths (things you enjoy) It's pretty interesting. After orientation today-- (Becke' you can stop reading, because you might get mad) I ran to Bella's Gifts and bought a cute little polka dot bag and got my name monogrammed on it. MS. MARTENS How fun does that sound? Now, I feel more official! (Becke', if you didn't listen, and you kept reading, don't worry, I've found something else for you to get me!)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm excited and looking forward to student teaching this year.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGGMup4LneI/AAAAAAAABPk/G6Ym7SxIALI/s1600/Photo+101.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGGMup4LneI/AAAAAAAABPk/G6Ym7SxIALI/s320/Photo+101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503834952766823906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It's time to get serious, but still have some fun.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGGMu4GP3uI/AAAAAAAABPs/Tm54VhXS7Gk/s1600/Photo+102.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGGMu4GP3uI/AAAAAAAABPs/Tm54VhXS7Gk/s320/Photo+102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503834956583919330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But, I'm wondering if I should think about changing my career....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGGMvHaqyMI/AAAAAAAABP0/m1pYhxEgrNA/s1600/Photo+103.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGGMvHaqyMI/AAAAAAAABP0/m1pYhxEgrNA/s320/Photo+103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503834960696101058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">FYI: If you write something down, and take a picture of it, it's backwards.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGGMvejLGjI/AAAAAAAABP8/XtxsktzEeL0/s1600/Photo+104.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TGGMvejLGjI/AAAAAAAABP8/XtxsktzEeL0/s320/Photo+104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503834966905788978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">FYI: Even if you write the name backwards, the letters will still be backwards. = )</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After several years of school, hard work and lot's of time and money - I'm wondering if maybe I should be a professional dog sitter. In the past month, I feel like that's all I've done!</span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Constantly check on a friends dog while he's out of town during the week. (almost everyday)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Dog sat for an old friend at the bank. (weekend... and had to take the dog to the vet, long story!)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Dog sat for some close friends while they went out of town. (weekend)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This weekend, old friend at the bank wants the best dog sitter back again! </span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But, I think I'll stick with teaching, even though dogs tend to not talk back! ; )</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Have a good day!</span></div></div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-48311222667849193322010-08-04T17:53:00.003-05:002010-08-04T17:58:23.647-05:00What makes a good day?<ul><li>Test Drive a Black Camaro - <em>check</em></li><li>Eye Brows Waxed - <em>check</em></li><li>Great Sale at Maude ($5 rack) - <em>check</em></li><li>Lunch with the Girls - <em>check</em></li><li>Pedicure with my best friend - <em>check</em></li></ul><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">What more could a girl ask for?</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I've been enjoying my days off, I don't know what I'm going to do next week when school starts back.</span> </span></p><p> </p>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-5482977978864871362010-08-03T13:57:00.010-05:002010-08-03T14:28:28.569-05:00Been 2 Long?<div style="text-align: left;">According to everyone in my family, it has been way too long since my last post. Honestly, I've been trying to enjoy my so called summer, before I have to start back next week. It's amazing how fast the summer goes by. I technically wouldn't even call it a break. I'm sure you're wondering what I have been up to these past few months. So here's a mini break down-</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Floating Trips to the River</div><div><br /></div><div>Several of my friends thought it would be a great idea to invest in some canoes, so we have been able to go to the River a couple of times this summer, before it got to dry and too hot. I love floating! There's just something about being on the quiet river, sitting in the front, not looking at anyone else or worrying about anything! It's a blast!</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Trip to the Beach</div><div><br /></div><div>Mom and I loaded up our stuff, left the house at 4:30 AM and headed to the beach. It was nice to be able to spend some quality time with my beautiful mommy. Even though I still live at home, we hardly ever get to see each other, because of our different schedules. We went to Gulf Shores, AL. The oil was there, and we got quite a bit of rain, but we still had a wonderful time. As always, we ate at some of favorite restaurants, went to Target, and spent some time in the sun by the water. AND we made it home in record time this year! Thanks again mom for a wonderful trip!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhsur-oDyI/AAAAAAAABOk/T22t0L52vog/s1600/DSCN4481.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhsur-oDyI/AAAAAAAABOk/T22t0L52vog/s320/DSCN4481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501266494168239906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhsuC529XI/AAAAAAAABOc/x9G-bkG6gYI/s1600/DSCN4437.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhsuC529XI/AAAAAAAABOc/x9G-bkG6gYI/s320/DSCN4437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501266483142391154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhstnLUOFI/AAAAAAAABOU/CRTBfQ2j19Q/s1600/DSCN4398.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhstnLUOFI/AAAAAAAABOU/CRTBfQ2j19Q/s320/DSCN4398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501266475699419218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhstHVqIgI/AAAAAAAABOM/ezLn4NtW5Xg/s1600/DSCN4400.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhstHVqIgI/AAAAAAAABOM/ezLn4NtW5Xg/s320/DSCN4400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501266467152863746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhsspNvp1I/AAAAAAAABOE/KI0URxJ-jAk/s1600/DSCN4376.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhsspNvp1I/AAAAAAAABOE/KI0URxJ-jAk/s320/DSCN4376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501266459066607442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div>3. Expensive Dog</div><div><br /></div><div>Dogs are like children, and when they're sick- you have to take them to the Doctor. For the past year of so, my poor baby has had problems with her ears and eyes and NO doctor around here can figure it out. She is starting to get older (She'll be 9 this month) and I just need to except that, but she has always been SO healthy her whole life. So, we have been on trips to different vets and spent many dollars at each one. But she's worth it!</div><div><br /></div><div>4. Birthday Party</div><div><br /></div><div>I was in charge of throwing a birthday party for one of my friends. We had it at Sassy's, on the patio. It turned out great and was very surprised! Surprise party's are the best!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhrvKmwgVI/AAAAAAAABN8/y9_LEM4SLAM/s1600/DSCN4145_2.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhrvKmwgVI/AAAAAAAABN8/y9_LEM4SLAM/s320/DSCN4145_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501265402878001490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhruk41_iI/AAAAAAAABN0/NnmVQV_x_es/s1600/DSCN4178.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhruk41_iI/AAAAAAAABN0/NnmVQV_x_es/s320/DSCN4178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501265392753311266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhrt_u2whI/AAAAAAAABNs/c4anrj9sy64/s1600/DSCN4160.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhrt_u2whI/AAAAAAAABNs/c4anrj9sy64/s320/DSCN4160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501265382779306514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhrterIgNI/AAAAAAAABNk/KNPUNNkmNSA/s1600/DSCN4141.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhrterIgNI/AAAAAAAABNk/KNPUNNkmNSA/s320/DSCN4141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501265373905322194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhrs0FLBKI/AAAAAAAABNc/ITjyMswimGQ/s1600/DSCN4138.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhrs0FLBKI/AAAAAAAABNc/ITjyMswimGQ/s320/DSCN4138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501265362471814306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px; " /></a><div>5. Celebration of 40 wonderful years</div><div><br /></div><div>My parents 40th Wedding Anniversary was this past Saturday, so we had a small get together at my Aunts house. She prepared a wonderful meal and baked a delicious cake. It was nice to be able to spend time with my family and I got to meet my brothers girlfriend, Jennifer. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhtTgwKe7I/AAAAAAAABPM/ZDe3GKHTzZA/s1600/40th+anniversary-30.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhtTgwKe7I/AAAAAAAABPM/ZDe3GKHTzZA/s320/40th+anniversary-30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501267126809951154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhtTk1Pz_I/AAAAAAAABPE/Dyl8OH8C02w/s1600/40th+anniversary-39.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhtTk1Pz_I/AAAAAAAABPE/Dyl8OH8C02w/s320/40th+anniversary-39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501267127905013746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhtTdxkFWI/AAAAAAAABO8/9raKVkB6vHk/s1600/40th+anniversary-34.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhtTdxkFWI/AAAAAAAABO8/9raKVkB6vHk/s320/40th+anniversary-34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501267126010516834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhtTK2f2cI/AAAAAAAABO0/kO2N87VLiKU/s1600/40th+anniversary-14.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhtTK2f2cI/AAAAAAAABO0/kO2N87VLiKU/s320/40th+anniversary-14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501267120930937282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhtS7burAI/AAAAAAAABOs/6qWGCu33zGg/s1600/40th+anniversary-22.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/TFhtS7burAI/AAAAAAAABOs/6qWGCu33zGg/s320/40th+anniversary-22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501267116792130562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><div>6. Decorating a Classroom</div><div><br /></div><div>My intern teacher invited me to help decorate her classroom and it was a blast. But let me tell you, there's a lot of time and effort that goes into that! And it definitely works out better when you have some extra hands, so I will hopefully be doing some recruiting next year when I'm decorating my first class! (If I get a job) </div><div><br /></div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-9716238106186405352010-05-21T00:20:00.003-05:002010-05-21T00:24:48.338-05:00It's Real Now...I have an interview tomorrow at Shaw Elementary. I never thought I would actually be here, interviewing for a student teaching position for next semester. It's crazy to stop and think that I will actually be done in one year and will hopefully have a classroom full of my own students! I am very excited to have my student placement at Shaw, I have heard so many wonderful things about their school and faculty. I'm looking forward to learning lot's of new things and expanding my knowledge in so many ways! But, I am NOT looking forward to the interview tomorrow, I am a nervous wreck. I do not do well when I am put on the spot, and let's face it- that's what interviews are, you are put on the spot! Well, wish me luck tomorrow.....Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-91617346325107216052010-04-26T21:15:00.006-05:002010-04-26T21:39:33.851-05:00First Time For --<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">GOLFING</span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I went and hit golf balls for the first time and let me tell you, it was actually a lot of fun. I've now realized that golf is a great way to relieve a lot of stress! It's a special time with just you, the put (driver, or some club with a number... not sure. not that good yet, lol) and the ball. I had a great time and I think I might have missed my calling. I actually hit the ball... in the air on my very first try. I told my sister that my brother-in-law would be very proud of me! So, I'm open for any pointers. So far I've gotten:</span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Keep your head down</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Don't pick up your feet like your swinging a bat</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Thumbs Down</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Lock pinky and finger together</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Keep arms straight</span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">*I think there's a lot to remember in this sport.....</span></div></div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-79645884868858571052010-03-29T19:50:00.014-05:002010-03-31T10:52:01.005-05:00Keystone, CO<div>Last minute vacation -- KEYSTONE, COLORADO<div>IT'S TIME TO GO SKIING!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Kirby, Craig and I headed out on Sunday night (11 pm) to go skiing. We drove (well I rode) through the night and arrived at our destination around 3 pm on Monday! We stayed slope side and had a wonderful time. We got to ski Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday and headed out around 4 pm and got back home Friday morning at 6:30ish am. It was a fun, but quick trip!</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S7FW-F1vfvI/AAAAAAAABNU/_2aACuojqqY/s1600/DSC01139.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S7FW-F1vfvI/AAAAAAAABNU/_2aACuojqqY/s320/DSC01139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454236248441847538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S7FW90TaCEI/AAAAAAAABNM/Q5wYKTZUfh0/s1600/DSC01138.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S7FW90TaCEI/AAAAAAAABNM/Q5wYKTZUfh0/s320/DSC01138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454236243734431810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S7FW9XF262I/AAAAAAAABNE/TtqMopk5PU8/s1600/DSC01128.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S7FMH1Lu80I/AAAAAAAABJ8/v8jS6faNna8/s320/DSC01070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454224321141470018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S7FMHSYl4WI/AAAAAAAABJ0/r3JJJJGDZQQ/s1600/DSC01069.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S7FMHSYl4WI/AAAAAAAABJ0/r3JJJJGDZQQ/s320/DSC01069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454224311800160610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S7FMG1J2VYI/AAAAAAAABJs/R6UQ3irO6gs/s1600/DSC01066.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S7FMG1J2VYI/AAAAAAAABJs/R6UQ3irO6gs/s320/DSC01066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454224303953696130" /></a>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-14367577401906652042010-03-12T20:21:00.005-06:002010-03-12T20:33:47.972-06:00No More!Are you....<br /><br />a. stressed<br />b. overwhelmed<br />c. tired<br />d. scared<br /><br />YES -- Is there an (e) all of the above option? Because that would be my answer.<br /><br />Have you ever felt like your life is fixing to explode and you can't take anymore? That's where I'm at right now. Between trying to keep up with work and school, my life is officialy gone!<br />This past week I have been working on a "portfolio" for school, which is a very large document that I have to create and pass in order to get accepted into an internship program next fall. So, that covers a. stressed and b. overwhelmed. Tired? yes. Working and school has really worn on me this semester. I am physically and mentally tired! And that leaves d. scared. YES,I'm scared. I am terrified, afraid, and nervous. I have heard only bad things about next semester and it's really starting to scare me. All the teachers talk about is how hard next semester is going to be and that we will be stressed to the max? Really? Because I already thought I was stressed. I guess only time will tell the truth. But I am very curious to see how it's going to be. (Student Teaching and going to school full time...) I just keep trying to remember that it will all be worth it in the end!<br /><br />I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-54374183094632956072010-03-03T14:28:00.004-06:002010-03-03T14:36:33.465-06:00Happy Birthday Dad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S47IRK_4diI/AAAAAAAABJk/sjciAPQREas/s1600-h/DSC_0504.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S47IRK_4diI/AAAAAAAABJk/sjciAPQREas/s320/DSC_0504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444509196873135650" /></a><br />Happy Birthday to my loving father who has provided me with love and support through the years. I love you very much and I hope you have a wonderful Birthday!Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-36977276683195788312010-02-26T13:26:00.004-06:002010-02-26T13:33:52.319-06:00Bio Poem<div style="text-align: center;">For school, we have to create a portfolio and one of the requirements is a bio poem. So, I thought I would share mine with you! I would encourage you to take the time and create one for yourself, it's actually kind of interesting</div><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S4gh_qNAKNI/AAAAAAAABJE/3y07J5456Ew/s1600-h/26988_1286871004921_1024530166_30832143_439558_n_2.jpg"><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S4gh_qNAKNI/AAAAAAAABJE/3y07J5456Ew/s320/26988_1286871004921_1024530166_30832143_439558_n_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442637527221545170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Amelia</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Smart, funny, caring, sensitive, beautiful, and excited to become an elementary teacher.</span></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Daughter of Jerry, who builds tall buildings from scratch and Debbie, who is often referred to as a vampire by the patients from whose arms she draws blood. Sister to Kirby, youth minister extraordinaire, and Becke’, mom to three and talented singer and photographer.</span></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Who loves sleeping in a cold room with a fan on while cuddling her Westie and going on long rides through the woods on her horse Kitty.</span></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Who feels exhilarated when flying down a snow covered ski slope, intimidated by new experiences, sad at the immorality of this generation, but happy knowing that there is a better place when this life ends.</span></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Who needs her computer, the beach once a year, lots of shoes and a great place to eat salsa. </span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Who fears the loss of another family member from death after losing her twenty-four year old sister. </span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Who gives of her time effortlessly, kind words and encouragement generously and love abundantly and unselfishly.</span></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Who would like to touch the heart of every child she has the blessing of being able to teach and make each child feel special and secure and accomplished. To marry someday and have children of her own. And who would like to live her life pleasing God.</span></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Resident of a French country home in a quiet neighborhood, close to her families twenty acres where their horses live.</span></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Martens</span></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-64962393134503745762010-02-26T11:11:00.007-06:002010-02-26T11:21:58.867-06:00Horse Races<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I can now add to my list that I have been to the Horse Races in Hot Springs! And let me tell you - It's a BLAST! I can't believe I waited this long to go! And I would definitely go back in a heartbeat. I had the opportunity to go with a friend from work and his precious family let me stay with them. I had a wonderful weekend full of fun, food, and excitement! It was nice to be able to get away for the weekend and not have to work! So thanks again for your hospitality, it was greatly appreciated! =)</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S4gCqPvHkeI/AAAAAAAABI8/o-v7Deq5tdw/s1600-h/DSCN4047.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S4gCqPvHkeI/AAAAAAAABI8/o-v7Deq5tdw/s320/DSCN4047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442603074479165922" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S4gCpUPiz0I/AAAAAAAABI0/AbmMgE4hjBw/s1600-h/DSCN4054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S4gCpUPiz0I/AAAAAAAABI0/AbmMgE4hjBw/s320/DSCN4054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442603058509041474" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This horses name was "Kitty's Turn" ........ That's my horses name... KITTY!<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S4gCo4jeQII/AAAAAAAABIs/ePZz2sUxn9Y/s1600-h/DSCN4049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S4gCo4jeQII/AAAAAAAABIs/ePZz2sUxn9Y/s320/DSCN4049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442603051076436098" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S4gCoUuCH0I/AAAAAAAABIk/kMU8LEF0lWk/s1600-h/DSCN4042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S4gCoUuCH0I/AAAAAAAABIk/kMU8LEF0lWk/s320/DSCN4042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442603041457053506" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S4gCn36159I/AAAAAAAABIc/B3hlPEcOO9I/s1600-h/DSCN4050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S4gCn36159I/AAAAAAAABIc/B3hlPEcOO9I/s320/DSCN4050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442603033726150610" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">See.... the first spot.... "Kitty's Turn" !</span>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-38328317762062352472010-02-22T21:26:00.005-06:002010-02-22T22:04:25.026-06:00Need A Laugh: NUTTY-NESS<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div><br /></div><b>Dad</b>: Why are there peanuts in my bed?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Dad</b>: Who's been eating peanuts in my bed?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Mom</b>: (<i>timidly</i>) Bruiser?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Dad</b>: Bruiser doesn't eat peanuts....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Mom</b>: That's why they're still in the bed.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Sometimes my parents are a little "nutty"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Parents say the darndest things.......... =)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>*If you are not laughing then I am sorry - it must have been one of those things where you just had to be there! </b></span></div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-77279510502112417662010-02-17T10:03:00.010-06:002010-02-19T09:24:37.218-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S3wYz63-6WI/AAAAAAAABH8/BqF0mJ8cYKs/s1600-h/DSCN4026_2.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S3wYz63-6WI/AAAAAAAABH8/BqF0mJ8cYKs/s320/DSCN4026_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439249730213177698" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" id="table21"><tbody><tr><td style=" width: 529px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></td><td valign="top" rowspan="2" width="100" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "></td></tr><tr><td valign="top" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" id="table23"><tbody><tr><td valign="top" width="30" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "></td><td valign="top" style=" width: 524px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This past weekend, I had the opportunity to spend time with my beautiful, talented, loving, caring, awesome, & amazing sister! Not only does Becke' take pictures and capture special times, but she also has the ability to capture peoples hearts. As a wonderful, but busy mother, daughter, and sister, she still takes the time to help others when needed by offering a helping hand.<br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S3wY0TIAXTI/AAAAAAAABIM/xZyNx0zZanU/s1600-h/IMG_1089.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S3wY0TIAXTI/AAAAAAAABIM/xZyNx0zZanU/s320/IMG_1089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439249736722832690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">God has truly blessed me with a wonderful family. I couldn't have asked for better parents. I have been showered with love, patience, and respect. They have taken the time in their busy lives to show me difference between right and wrong and have raised me to be who I am today. Without their loving hands and heart, and I would not be the same.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S3wY0-_q3cI/AAAAAAAABIU/1nWUIr-DLJk/s1600-h/DSCN2613.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S3wY0-_q3cI/AAAAAAAABIU/1nWUIr-DLJk/s320/DSCN2613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439249748499029442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Other siblings that I do not see as often, or at all anymore- still hold a special place in my heart. I will always love and miss my family when I am not with them. I believe that our family is made up of love, laughter, creativity, talent, responsibility, dedication, and life! Everyone has the ability to contribute to this "family". This is who we are and who we will always be. We are a </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">FAMILY</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">!</span></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></span>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-88935305015464723722010-02-03T13:50:00.005-06:002010-02-03T14:08:06.784-06:00Just Somethings To Think About...<div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Not much to say, just tired of looking at yogurt.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It has been a Long and Strange week. I won't go into details, but I'm just trying to remember that all things happen for a reason, it's just trying to find out that reason!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'm also trying to remember that even though I am having a "hard week" there are people out there that are having an even harder week. Some of things in life that seem some large and heavy on our hearts are just small doses compared to some other people. I'm not trying to say that your heartaches or even mine do not matter, but try to remember that every time you are upset, send up a random prayer for someone you do or don't know, because it could make their day a lot better!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>On a more happier note:</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I used a new conditioner this morning! I love trying out new shampoos and conditioners! It's funny how the smallest things in life can make you smile sometimes! I actually got this conditioner at Walgreens (ON SALE) Which makes it even better and me even happier! I saved almost $5 on a bottle of conditioner! = ) Anyways, it's called Vitamin... Well that has to be good for your hair right? (Let's hope so)</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S2nW5BodzLI/AAAAAAAABHw/Zu0u2Ru17UE/s1600-h/200.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S2nW5BodzLI/AAAAAAAABHw/Zu0u2Ru17UE/s320/200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434110700578262194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It's funny how when you use a new shampoo or conditioner for the the first couple of times it smells <b>SOOOOOO</b> good. Why can't that smell last forever? Or at least after you wash your hair every time that smell should be just as great as the very first time you use that brand new bottle! It's like the scent goes away in the bottle, and your hair doesn't smell as strong, OR do we as the every day sniffers get use to the smell, so we can't smell it, but others can? So right now, my hair is shiny and smells wonderful, until I go to the BBQ Pit tonight and well the look of shininess and the smell of roses will be gone. Sad, but true.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Happy "Hump Day" (It's Wednesday!)</b></span></div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-14845302239351958252010-01-25T19:28:00.003-06:002010-01-25T19:34:07.860-06:00Don't Cry Over Spilt Yogurt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S15GbpBDnbI/AAAAAAAABHo/gT18l7tN4pw/s1600-h/IMG_1157.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S15GbpBDnbI/AAAAAAAABHo/gT18l7tN4pw/s320/IMG_1157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430855641336094130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S15GbRKv96I/AAAAAAAABHg/HPMLNBj2sRU/s1600-h/IMG_1163.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S15GbRKv96I/AAAAAAAABHg/HPMLNBj2sRU/s320/IMG_1163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430855634934298530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S15GbMC72VI/AAAAAAAABHY/WT1Xsva8dKw/s1600-h/IMG_1160.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S15GbMC72VI/AAAAAAAABHY/WT1Xsva8dKw/s320/IMG_1160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430855633559345490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S15GakRgNfI/AAAAAAAABHQ/cDLI4hmDwy8/s1600-h/IMG_1159.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S15GakRgNfI/AAAAAAAABHQ/cDLI4hmDwy8/s320/IMG_1159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430855622883030514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S15GaJyAeoI/AAAAAAAABHI/B7X46CQt9f4/s1600-h/IMG_1156.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S15GaJyAeoI/AAAAAAAABHI/B7X46CQt9f4/s320/IMG_1156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430855615771605634" /></a>Yucky & Stinky....<div><br /></div><div>THE END</div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-75571125780434805112010-01-25T11:47:00.002-06:002010-01-25T11:49:46.369-06:00Heads UpSo, just for the heads up.....<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm having a NO Good VERY bad Monday!</span></strong><br /><br />I will provide you with details very soon.<br />But right now, I am at class & I smell like rotten milk and baby spit-up.....<br /><br />Shewww..... I so <em>stinky</em>! = (Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-21504161705366170872010-01-20T10:01:00.005-06:002010-01-20T10:17:11.857-06:00Big Green Tractor<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S1csGwKGjHI/AAAAAAAABF4/oBM5n_8mR_w/s1600-h/IMG_1139.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S1csGwKGjHI/AAAAAAAABF4/oBM5n_8mR_w/s320/IMG_1139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856370336533618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S1csH1uRIfI/AAAAAAAABGQ/g7l0xCwTloM/s1600-h/IMG_1145.JPG"><br /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Every time I see a "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>BIG GREEN TRACTOR</b>"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> I can't help but think of Jason Aldean's song, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Big Green Tractor.</span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>And I can take you for a ride on my big green tractor<br />We can go slow or make it go faster<br />Down through the woods and out to the pasture<br />'Long as I'm with you it really don't matter</b></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well, not only did I have the oppurtinity to go for a ride on a Big Green Tractor, but I also got to drive a Big Green Tractor! On Monday, I got to go to the farm with my dad and feed some hay to the cows. We had a great time!</span></span></i></span></div></div></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S1csH1uRIfI/AAAAAAAABGQ/g7l0xCwTloM/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856389010268658" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S1csHoLRoGI/AAAAAAAABGI/P7oaylS4aIs/s1600-h/IMG_1143.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S1csHoLRoGI/AAAAAAAABGI/P7oaylS4aIs/s320/IMG_1143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856385373839458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S1csHAJ-i4I/AAAAAAAABGA/9CtEsqbhPGU/s1600-h/IMG_1141.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S1csHAJ-i4I/AAAAAAAABGA/9CtEsqbhPGU/s320/IMG_1141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856374630976386" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-33894352244498272942010-01-15T14:39:00.005-06:002010-01-15T14:46:52.711-06:00It's Official<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I left the house today with 2 different types of shoes on. While driving down the road, I quickly realized that my boots were two different colors, wow- that's because they are two different boots, different brands.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S1DTDKQkngI/AAAAAAAABFw/CYNpf_wu_Jw/s1600-h/IMG_1131.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S1DTDKQkngI/AAAAAAAABFw/CYNpf_wu_Jw/s320/IMG_1131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427069602228379138" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S1DTCi83ObI/AAAAAAAABFo/0rOqYWxXqo8/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S1DTCi83ObI/AAAAAAAABFo/0rOqYWxXqo8/s320/IMG_1130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427069591676729778" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S1DTCbgLhoI/AAAAAAAABFg/NEKWqSNIZRE/s1600-h/IMG_1129.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S1DTCbgLhoI/AAAAAAAABFg/NEKWqSNIZRE/s320/IMG_1129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427069589677377154" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />I have a nice pair of boots (UGGs) and a not so nice pair of boots (I got at Sam's and they are just as comfortable!) The nice pair I wear our, the not so nice pair I wear to work. That way if I get them yucky... "It's No Big Deal" as my adorable nephew would say! But today, I decided to juice up the outfit a little bit and wear one of each! OOOPS! = )</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Have you ever mismatched your clothes on accident?</span></div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-44923822250926786962010-01-14T10:36:00.007-06:002010-01-14T10:55:03.419-06:00Happy Birthday to my.....<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Loving</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S09KeQrcebI/AAAAAAAABFY/vZEcAhdQr0A/s1600-h/DSCN3283.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S09KeQrcebI/AAAAAAAABFY/vZEcAhdQr0A/s320/DSCN3283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426637959738456498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Fun</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S09Kd0fffzI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Z7b2QYJWAxI/s1600-h/IMG_4221.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S09Kd0fffzI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Z7b2QYJWAxI/s320/IMG_4221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426637952172130098" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Adorable</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S09KdZf-FgI/AAAAAAAABFI/YDnYbgtfg50/s1600-h/DSC_0458_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S09KdZf-FgI/AAAAAAAABFI/YDnYbgtfg50/s320/DSC_0458_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426637944926377474" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Funny</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S09KdAmyqHI/AAAAAAAABFA/XPkYcoGtOqw/s1600-h/IMG_3635.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S09KdAmyqHI/AAAAAAAABFA/XPkYcoGtOqw/s320/IMG_3635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426637938244102258" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And Amazing Nephew!</span></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S09KclPvc5I/AAAAAAAABE4/gfjHEbe3I5Q/s1600-h/IMG_3571.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S09KclPvc5I/AAAAAAAABE4/gfjHEbe3I5Q/s320/IMG_3571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426637930899665810" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You are one of a kind and God has so many wonderful plans in store for you! I love you and Happy Birthday!</span></b></div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-20582729840424988382010-01-06T19:33:00.005-06:002010-01-06T19:45:25.678-06:00Wacky Walmart<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">*This post goes along with my <a href="http://moopandsaba.blogspot.com">sisters</a>.... Krazy Kroger*</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I went to Walmart earlier to pick up 3 things, 1/2 and 1/2, Diet Mt. Dew, and Green Chiles. And Walmart was a MAD HOUSE! There were people everywhere, you would have thought there was a major blizzard coming and we were going to get snowed in for days.... no weeks.... no months. Unlike my sister, Walmart had all the supplies I needed, but the check out lines were crazy. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">There was this one lady with two carts full of groceries using the self-check out. I think there should be a 20 item limit on the self check outs too..... she was definitely holding up the line! (Sorry if you're one of those of people that use the self-check out with LOT'S of items) But, I have a hard enough time checking out with 3 items, saying "unexpected item in bagging area" I can't imagine having to hit I DON'T WANT TO BAG THIS ITEM with over 100 items. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The good news: I got my 3 items and got out of there and headed home to make Green Chili Chicken Soup.... Thanks to an amazing recipe from dear friend <a href="http://mereweathermanor.blogspot.com">Stephanie</a>! Amazing! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bad News: No Snow yet..... all of these people wasted their time........</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300094896882599721.post-89457669093444366372010-01-05T13:45:00.005-06:002010-01-05T13:59:06.351-06:00Cowgirls don't cry.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S0OZWCXRWyI/AAAAAAAABEg/Kie1DxJ8FhA/s1600-h/DSC01030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S0OZWCXRWyI/AAAAAAAABEg/Kie1DxJ8FhA/s320/DSC01030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423346980154858274" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S0OZVvTXEiI/AAAAAAAABEY/XU4ZZ6KBGTw/s1600-h/DSC01029.JPG"><br /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>They wear Carhartt.</b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Last year when I bought Miss Kitty (my horse). I decided a needed a Carhartt coat to keep me warm while I'm out there messing with the horses. I mean it is the number one brand for construction workers and cowboys, right? So, I found a great deal for one at Sharpes in Siloam Springs. Trey always claimed that I needed a pair of bibs to go with my coat. But, they're a little over priced..... and they wouldn't help my "figure" any, so I never got a pair. HA! But, right after Christmas Trey surprised me with a pair that he had bought JUST FOR ME! = ) AND he got the perfect size too, I think he did better on the size then I would have. So, the Sunday after Christmas we stopped by Tractor Supply got some gloves and a Carhartt hat and headed to his house to saddle up the horses! Yep, it was COLD, but it was FUN! Luckily my body did not get cold (thanks to all my pieces of Carhartt) but my toes and my face did get cold! = ( I guess I need some carthartt socks and a face mask!</span></div></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S0OZVvTXEiI/AAAAAAAABEY/XU4ZZ6KBGTw/s320/DSC01029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423346975038181922" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S0OZUkU_lzI/AAAAAAAABEI/86NWsFs3HkA/s1600-h/DSC01026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S0OZUkU_lzI/AAAAAAAABEI/86NWsFs3HkA/s320/DSC01026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423346954912372530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S0OZUGdFXEI/AAAAAAAABEA/G27UpJzu2Wc/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px; text-align: center; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S0OZUGdFXEI/AAAAAAAABEA/G27UpJzu2Wc/s320/DSC01025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423346946893241410" /></a><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ifmcxS5JMk/S0OZVDUysdI/AAAAAAAABEQ/M15M8V9SzOY/s320/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423346963233026514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><br /></div>Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915976584225932156noreply@blogger.com6