<?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-4040140150705573004</id><updated>2011-12-27T20:03:58.962-08:00</updated><category term='Me and one of my best friends Kellie on my birthday'/><category term='Fall 2008'/><title type='text'>Amy</title><subtitle type='html'>AMY
A little bit of this…And a whole lotta that!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-8662315806869649249</id><published>2011-10-19T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T19:58:59.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye to my old life.It was a good 23 yrs as a single lady, but now I have moved on to married life and with that has to come a new blog one with me and Jakesters so if you want to keep following me and my new views on married life stroll on over to gulllikethebird.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-8662315806869649249?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/8662315806869649249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/10/farwell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8662315806869649249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8662315806869649249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/10/farwell.html' title='Farwell'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-6680675868765867314</id><published>2011-04-06T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:19:22.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day TWENTY ONE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day ladies and gents! 21 days of almost no sugar I went to the family cabin this weekend and did enjoy a muffin or two and some snacks here and there because I knew It would be impossible to reisist but I feel so accomplished I do not binge like I usually do I don't need sugar after ever meal I have the thought in my head to say no because I  am on the 21 day plan, I feel better, i'm not as tired I have retrained my mind ... all in all a succes! My next 21 days I want to devote to running in the mornings but I just don't know If I can committ to that we shall see :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-6680675868765867314?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/6680675868765867314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-twenty-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6680675868765867314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6680675868765867314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-twenty-one.html' title='Day TWENTY ONE!!!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-5122404499308588067</id><published>2011-03-30T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T21:45:04.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day FOURTEEN</title><content type='html'>Good day! No sugar and no peanut butter eggs eaten (eggs were offerd all day by a student... ah no thanks!)today was busy like everyday, I wish there were more hours in the day I feel like every day is a blur and before you know it a month has gone by ah! Today was a good day though a run 3 miles at ten at night and then sprint one more to the beats of Lilly allen just because it feels good to push your body.A good day where a parent thanks you for "All you do , and making their child love coming to class." A stay late at work, visit teach , watch 5 lectures and conquer two study reviews good day. 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I fit into a pair of old jeans that were more than snug, Im still not weighing myself but it feels good to have these babies wrapped a little loosly around my thighs ;) oh and I wouldn't mind having this adorable dress wrapped around me either! If I haven't expressed it enough let me do so one more time I heart shabby apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iSAd4IbDss/TZKqOhWdVFI/AAAAAAAAAeg/hVvXsTC5Nac/s1600/928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iSAd4IbDss/TZKqOhWdVFI/AAAAAAAAAeg/hVvXsTC5Nac/s400/928.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589717253967664210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. My birthday is in June;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-819330096115720442?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/819330096115720442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-thirteen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/819330096115720442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/819330096115720442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-thirteen.html' title='Day THIRTEEN'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iSAd4IbDss/TZKqOhWdVFI/AAAAAAAAAeg/hVvXsTC5Nac/s72-c/928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-1421046663723431619</id><published>2011-03-28T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:55:10.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day TWELVE (ha)</title><content type='html'>I know! I pretty much took the weekend off, I worked all saturday -day and then came back home to Provo stayed up waaay to late and then hit the ground runnin sunday! sunday is by far my busiest day of the week! but one of the best days as well. Sugar -still strong- scriptures-been doing better than expected! I just need to make it through finals and life will be sweet! just a little picture that basically sums up this semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weis47otklY/TZFjrc-UkVI/AAAAAAAAAd4/E4CKhDXqnIc/s1600/calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weis47otklY/TZFjrc-UkVI/AAAAAAAAAd4/E4CKhDXqnIc/s400/calendar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589358210706608466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep thats my giant white board calendar and yep it is a month behind and its almost April! don't worry I just updated it, but thats how I have been feeling lately not enough time for anything not even to update myself ha! In other random news I have a huge stress in my life (besides a battle with sugar ) ...meet Patt Neff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46cSKCdLIn0/TZFkdznH-UI/AAAAAAAAAeI/X1qtIYT1tVU/s1600/pat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46cSKCdLIn0/TZFkdznH-UI/AAAAAAAAAeI/X1qtIYT1tVU/s400/pat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589359075776788802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mjlc6FA7izs/TZFkdhQK0PI/AAAAAAAAAeA/pmyovFdVTJE/s1600/yoga%2Bturtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mjlc6FA7izs/TZFkdhQK0PI/AAAAAAAAAeA/pmyovFdVTJE/s400/yoga%2Bturtle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589359070848667890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my turtle. yep my 50 cent piece size turtle who plays dead all the time I constantly worry about this turtle dying I always find him floating on his back in the morning stiff as a board worry about him all day to come home to him basking in the heat lamp like nothing ever happened! I strongly dislike animals Patt was a christmas gift from a friend and I honestly thought I would hate it but... I don't know why but I have seriously never cared for a dumb animal like I do for Patt ha ! and it stresses me out! I make sure he is feed has his heat lamp  and clean water all the time I worry if he is lonely.... yikes I gotta get out :) the pictures above are of Patt trying to get as much sun as possible and the other of him doing yoga a rare but priceless thing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-1421046663723431619?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/1421046663723431619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-twelve-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1421046663723431619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1421046663723431619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-twelve-ha.html' title='Day TWELVE (ha)'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weis47otklY/TZFjrc-UkVI/AAAAAAAAAd4/E4CKhDXqnIc/s72-c/calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-7722343008983361457</id><published>2011-03-25T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:31:49.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day NINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like nothing to not give in ...its getting easier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-7722343008983361457?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/7722343008983361457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7722343008983361457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7722343008983361457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-nine.html' title='Day NINE'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-498704695612144454</id><published>2011-03-23T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T19:52:44.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day EIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you want the good news or bad news first ???....good ok. Good news: I will be getting my scripts tomorrow ! Bad news: I had a taste of satans syrup (A.K.A. sugar) before you get all sorts of dissapointed in me let me explain! I was in charge of enrichment this month and had the awesome idea to have the bishopbric teach us how to make dutch oven everything was great! great turn out ! great food! everything was perf. until dessert time pecan peach cobble and raspberry with vanilla ice cream ahhhh! it looked so good but I was going to stick with my 21 days everyone was on my case to try it!! I tried to decline but it had to be done so I tasted it and oh it was gooood! but oh how I felt like a failure that dumb peer pressure could make me cave! contrary to popular belief I am not an attention seeker and I hate when the attention is directed on me ...without me seeking it:) so frankly to deal with the deep down embarrassment of everyone looking at me and egging me on to try it .. I simply did... but now I feel like crap and will not falter again so there is my downfall on day 8 almost half way there. Am I dissapointed? ya Will I keep tryin? youbetcha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-498704695612144454?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/498704695612144454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/498704695612144454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/498704695612144454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-eight.html' title='Day EIGHT'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-200225859204578008</id><published>2011-03-22T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:11:27.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day SIX</title><content type='html'>Nothing tooooo exciting I didn't really notice temptations today??? maybe because work was super busy or maybe I'm not as addicted  who knows? but bad news bears I cannot find my scriptures! I think I lost them at church in one of my many meetings with one of my many bags, and the lost and found is in a different bldg. on BYU campus that I couldn't find until today I finally found it and it had just closed! so my scripture study has not been as dillegent from Ldg.org, You don't notice how much you use them or miss them until their gone.....which reminds me that Bec leaves tomorrow for 6 weeks! I will miss her lots I don't get to see her as much now that I'm in Provo but she truley is my best friend I call her more than anyone, I laugh more with her, I tell alll my secrets to her, I cry with her,and I will miss all of that and more for 6 weeks! " You don't notice how much you miss them until there gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8BYHXAo9pM/TYmA4l8H9YI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mE0EeOOvTDU/s1600/16239_1248516085262_1000243496_30784653_3668923_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8BYHXAo9pM/TYmA4l8H9YI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mE0EeOOvTDU/s400/16239_1248516085262_1000243496_30784653_3668923_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587138522475132290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-200225859204578008?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/200225859204578008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/200225859204578008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/200225859204578008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-six.html' title='Day SIX'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8BYHXAo9pM/TYmA4l8H9YI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mE0EeOOvTDU/s72-c/16239_1248516085262_1000243496_30784653_3668923_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-9146262691761596558</id><published>2011-03-21T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:43:46.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day FIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sugar free candy today ....cheater I know!!! but I caved but don't you worry I resisted alot alot today!&lt;br /&gt;-Raspberry Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;-creamy&lt;br /&gt;-skittles&lt;br /&gt;-fast break&lt;br /&gt;-in and out shake&lt;br /&gt;-chocolate frosting&lt;br /&gt;-nutella&lt;br /&gt;-farrs freash ice cream &lt;br /&gt;Ah! It makes me feel good seeing all the things I did not eat and could of  but today, this week was not easy but i'm learning to be in the habit of just saying no!&lt;br /&gt;and to retrain my thinking I don't need that stuff and I feel way better without it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-9146262691761596558?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/9146262691761596558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/9146262691761596558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/9146262691761596558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-five.html' title='Day FIVE'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-9143765226095675940</id><published>2011-03-21T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T05:44:01.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day FOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was a toughy!!! for my 8 am meeting thr stake RS presidency made breakfast with huge homemade cinnamon rolls! my favorite! but i didnt cave. then I had left over cupcakes staring me back in the face! I threw them away so I wouldn't be tempted then our ward hosted a root beer float party! and I was seriously close to caving my throat has been hurting too so I wanted one way bad but I didn't! hard day but I feel so accomplished I didn't workout over the weekend so I'm excited to see if my running time is faster ...who knows maybe that sugar weighs me down.... or maybe its all in my head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-9143765226095675940?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/9143765226095675940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-four.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/9143765226095675940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/9143765226095675940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-four.html' title='Day FOUR'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-6137693079693820819</id><published>2011-03-19T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:47:48.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day THREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was harder being home is always harder because there is non stop candy and treats everywhere which I usually love but I had to resist here are a few things I resisted:&lt;br /&gt;-Twix&lt;br /&gt;-Licorice&lt;br /&gt;-Better than sex cake&lt;br /&gt;-bunt cake&lt;br /&gt;-M&amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;-Doughnuts&lt;br /&gt;-Chocolate bunnies&lt;br /&gt;-Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;and lastely sweet cream from pizza factory I la la love that stuff! and I was so close to eating it then remembered my committment its hard to break habits especially bad ones but little by little I can do this and sadly I would have eaten or atleast tasted a piece of all of the above! my body already feels better and not as tired.....It was a good day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-6137693079693820819?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/6137693079693820819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6137693079693820819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6137693079693820819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-three.html' title='Day THREE'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-159047078897302140</id><published>2011-03-18T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T22:44:55.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day TWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to resist:&lt;br /&gt;-Frozen yougurt run&lt;br /&gt;-watermelon sour patchs &lt;br /&gt;I did have one sugar free cookie I feel like it was a pretty good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-159047078897302140?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/159047078897302140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/159047078897302140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/159047078897302140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-two.html' title='Day TWO'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-7901482263247524482</id><published>2011-03-17T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:18:47.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day ONE</title><content type='html'>Phew made it one day! 20 more to go it was hard but livable a few things that I gave up today:&lt;br /&gt;-M&amp;M Cookies&lt;br /&gt;-Fruit snacks&lt;br /&gt;-Teddy Grams&lt;br /&gt;-Wedding cake&lt;br /&gt;-Cup Cakes &lt;br /&gt;and when I say cupcakes I mean I made 80 chocolate cupcakes with mint chocolate chips and fudge frosting for the whole relief society and not once did I likck my fingers ! so there is the recao for day one and a few photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31d2qGi15QE/TYLrCr2OYEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/7r9zUuC1GjU/s1600/DSC01619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31d2qGi15QE/TYLrCr2OYEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/7r9zUuC1GjU/s400/DSC01619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585284919255261250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nZH3GWlcQM/TYLrCfHzfNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4E_ITwFtwg8/s1600/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nZH3GWlcQM/TYLrCfHzfNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4E_ITwFtwg8/s400/DSC01620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585284915839335634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JoQKw6PSoxI/TYLrB-ILJ-I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Po3zClj1ut4/s1600/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JoQKw6PSoxI/TYLrB-ILJ-I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Po3zClj1ut4/s400/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585284906982516706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-7901482263247524482?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/7901482263247524482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7901482263247524482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7901482263247524482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-one.html' title='Day ONE'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31d2qGi15QE/TYLrCr2OYEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/7r9zUuC1GjU/s72-c/DSC01619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-4179450435363079203</id><published>2011-03-16T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:41:02.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes 21 days to form a habit ….false&lt;br /&gt;It takes 21 days to break a habit…… also false.&lt;br /&gt;According to Answers.com it takes however long you need for yourself individually to break that habit. Lucky for me I don’t trust the internet and am still going to believe that you can break or form any habit within 21 days. Why all this 21 day stuff well lemme tell you. I don’t like to get to personal on my blog as you may have noticed and frank-ly I hate when people post about weight or going to the gym! Quit telling just starts doing! But we all have our flaws and sugar is mine! I like it…I love it… I can’t get enough of it! Seriously if there was a sugarholic anonymous I would be the first one to be standing up in front of my group therapy sesh. Telling all about my addiction. But back to my point I really don’t care to loose the weight … I mean sure I would love to drop a few LB’s but I just want to break this horrible habit and I figured if I post this and document  each day I will commit to so here is the deal for 21 days no sugar like no treats or desserts basically and for 21 days I will read my scriptures consistently  a better me will hopefully emerge on April 6th  ! Not to mention I am running a few heafty races this spring and summer and need to kick that naaasty habit so feel free to join in …or just observe wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-4179450435363079203?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/4179450435363079203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/21-days.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4179450435363079203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4179450435363079203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/03/21-days.html' title='21 days...'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-1305252501330774233</id><published>2011-02-27T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:06:58.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole lotta This....</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy! I know right your wondering who are you ? And surprise it’s me Amy the owner of this blog, and yes your right it has been sometime since my little fingers have typed a note or two specifically to this blog , they have been too busy typing college term papers, filling out endorsements for B&lt;br /&gt;YU young single adults and let be honest…facebooking  But I’m back and going to try to keep writing on this blog because I do not keep a journal haven’t since the 5th grade when my boy friend Corey Tubbs (real name) dumped me because I wouldn’t give him my gigapet (true story) so this is it ladies and gents. This is going to be a whole lotta Amy information so if you don’t care to read I suggest to click that little X in the top right hand corner. Soooo I actually wrote a post about the new years and it had pictures and a lot of great stuff unfortunately my  computer has some virus  …something about uploading to may JB pics. And it won’t let me load the pictures so this post is picturless  but I am going to post that new year’s post and continue on so without further ado…&lt;br /&gt; What has happened in 2010…&lt;br /&gt;Actuallly it is what hasn’t happened in 2010 ! I feel like my life has been a whirl wind of change this year …a good change… a needed change… a growing change… If you would of told me the things that would happen to me this year at this same time last year I would have laughed right in your face! And I would probably do the same thing next year I am sooo ready for 2011 another year to start again . I love Christmas it is my favorite holiday (right next to 4th of July ) But there is something magical about New years a time to make goals and for some of us accomplish them a time to  fill out new calendars with parties and appointments and birthdays a time to start again. I never make New Years resolutions because frankly who keeps to those goals anyways I simple hope for a better me and hopefully Dec. 31 2011 at 12:00 I will not be disappointed .Just a few of the events that took place this year that I thought would never come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;Started Feb. off with a much needed trip to Costa Rica! With amazing people and the most amazing sights I have ever seen! Endless pineapple, snorkeling trips, volcanoes, waterfalls , cocunuts, ziplines , breath taking beaches and a long awesome lay over in Texas and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;Saved up $10,000 and bought this baby( incert my Honda accord pic) in cash! Ok well almost she will be paid off in less than a month&lt;br /&gt;Went to New York in March  and would go back in a heart beat! Saw phantom of the opera!AAMMAAZING (sung in an opera voice) had lots of frozen hot chocolate and NY pizza went to empire state bldg. coney island, time square went to the Plaza met up with a foreign exchange student that lived with us when I was 8 showed us around the plaza and even the room Lady Gaga was staying in! Then went to the museums and central park and had way too much fun!&lt;br /&gt;Moved to Provo in April! Loved it and love it! Made some best friends and a BEST friend &lt;br /&gt;Got to be a brides maid in one of my favorite people’s wedding, Angie was the most beautiful bride ever and her wedding seriously should have been on Sweet 16 MTV style , it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;Had another good year at Powell!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Disney land in November met Mickey for the first time and rode basically every ride! Had so much fun thanks Kel! Love ya! &lt;br /&gt;This year flew by with a flurry of fun experiences ! And last but not least got called to be RS president in December  and frankly my life has not been the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that post  of me somewhat whinning about break the fast well shoot I was humbled real  quick when I was called to be in this position ! I was and still am so overwhelmed, But at the same time I have learned so much and have had such amazing experiences. I have never felt such a sense of responsibility and love for the girls I am over , I have been inspired, I have been spiritual exhausted , I have been tired beyond comphension, I have been challenged, I have been more organized than I have ever been, I have conducted meetings, Signed food orders, organized activities, made dinners, made more cookies than I have ever in my life, I have visited 60 girls , I have loved more than I ever had, I’ve made 60 new friends, I have laughed harder and cried more, spoken numerous times in church, given lessons, had church meetings from 8am to 6pm , prayed.l more, studied more, read more, pondered more, fasted more, bore testimony more, taught more, learned more, and all of the above! I have loved this calling I have loved being a leader for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints It has been a huge blessing in my life. But don’t get me wrong it has been challenging I feel guilty 24/7 for always thinking I could do more , I have learned how vital every calling is, if one person does not do there calling the whole tower tumbles I sorta know what it feels like  to be a boss and how crazy frustrating  it is when your employees don’t follow through , the responsibility falls back on you, but also how good it can be when they do follow through. My life is a whirlwind but a good kind I feel like my head is going to explode with 2 jobs online school and work , I keep waiting for life to slow down my weeks are jam packed with meetings and activities and homework and….life but I would much rather be busy!&lt;br /&gt;So there’s the run down I have one more credit for my associate a music class this summer blah! I am teaching days at Marinello and currently am loving it , still working two days a week at the salon and wishing I could work more, Life is soooo good &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-1305252501330774233?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/1305252501330774233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/02/whole-lotta-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1305252501330774233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1305252501330774233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/02/whole-lotta-this.html' title='A whole lotta This....'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-4319892560812229274</id><published>2011-02-21T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:41:42.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ello</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-4319892560812229274?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/4319892560812229274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/02/ello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4319892560812229274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4319892560812229274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2011/02/ello.html' title='ello'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-5148551995607935613</id><published>2010-12-30T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:01:08.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankly....I'm in love!</title><content type='html'>....Bet you thought I was going to share some dirty deets about me and a foxy Provo boy nope..well atleast not in this post ;) but I am in la la love with this song :)&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kDkbJTCFOxY?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-5148551995607935613?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/5148551995607935613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/12/franklyim-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/5148551995607935613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/5148551995607935613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/12/franklyim-in-love.html' title='Frankly....I&apos;m in love!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kDkbJTCFOxY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-662128542207584680</id><published>2010-12-09T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:23:15.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BrEAK iT !</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago I was called to be in charge of break the fast. Yes! I thought this is going to be so easy every month set out cookies and punch hang around for 20 minutes and call it good. FALSE! break the fast in our ward is no small thang, the boys in my ward informed me it has to be a full course meal and it has to be good.crap.So with those instructions in mind I made homemade cafe rio...wow! what was I thinking with a budget of $75 for 150 and cafe rio style! Yikes! It was stressful. The planning ,the budgeting, the all night cooking in my tiny kitchen. I thought that was the worst but come to find out I had to host it too. Usually we meet outside and eat on the picnic tables but not for fall it's too cold so it had to be at my apartment, we rearranged our apartment and hosted all 150 people. I had never made cafe Rio before but I was determined to do it. I had been sick all that week so I cooked with gloves (not easy) unfortunately I did not know that jalapenos are extremely hot ...when I was done I took off my gloves and blew my nose I must have had jalapeño somewhere on my hands because I got it all over my already sore nose and mouth half of my face was swollen from the jalapeño. My face was on fire! I have never felt a burn like that before! The right half of my lips were swollen and turning purple along with the right side of my nose, oh it was a sight to see! I learned my lesson and will never try to handle those babies again. Cafe Rio was a success and everyone was happy I then attempted to make homemade soups for our November get together. Why I choose to make things I have never made before??? I don't know! The soups were way harder than I thought alot of chopping and stirring but it was worth it! And this month I decided to make baked potatoes much easier and filling. 200 potatoes scrubbed wrapped poked, baked and eaten and I am done for the year! Since we are a student ward we get assigned a new calling every semester! It was alot of work and prep. And my poor roommates always got roped into helping me cook and serve and rearrange our apartment but it was so much fun at the same time! I love to cook and I now know how to for large groups and I have loved being a hostess and getting to know everyone in my ward. A few pictures of a little piece of the prep :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/TQFVgxN3QQI/AAAAAAAAAck/M5RHvibms_k/s1600/bf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/TQFVgxN3QQI/AAAAAAAAAck/M5RHvibms_k/s400/bf2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548810237352820994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/TQFVgcs4rgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/mk_0bOiPJio/s1600/BF%2BFood1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/TQFVgcs4rgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/mk_0bOiPJio/s400/BF%2BFood1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548810231845793282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/TQFVf7yAH9I/AAAAAAAAAcU/gScIuMH9QK0/s1600/BF%2BFood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/TQFVf7yAH9I/AAAAAAAAAcU/gScIuMH9QK0/s400/BF%2BFood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548810223008882642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-662128542207584680?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/662128542207584680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/12/break-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/662128542207584680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/662128542207584680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/12/break-it.html' title='BrEAK iT !'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/TQFVgxN3QQI/AAAAAAAAAck/M5RHvibms_k/s72-c/bf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-7623568558580637354</id><published>2010-11-25T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:32:49.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JI4h7u4yNC8?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful&lt;br /&gt;I have been driving a lot. A LOT from Provo to O-town  I accidentally erased all the music on my I-pod, have already listened to every CD I own a trillion times and I am terribly sick of the radio and that repetitive  song by T- Swift .. You know the one that starts out aot-ah –ah ! Oh wait they all start like that ;) anyways I decided I would count my blessings for a straight hour and a half. That seemed like an extremely long time, but wow am I blessed just to name a few… hundred:&lt;br /&gt;My family My job The gospel My awesome roommates-Seriously so lucky !My friends A Car My health Money Food I can Read I can  Walk I can taste I have a voice I GET to go to college Warm shower Freedom Beautiful Mountains I can see I can hear I can work have a bed I have shoes I have clothes  I have never gone hungry I get to travel I have people who love and care for meI have a living prophet to guide meI have hair(some) I get to actually do something I like for a livingI have never broken a bone or had stitches I have never had to go to war everyone I have never been robbed I get to experience 4 seasons I get to live in a place where people believe in the same things I do I have a dad who holds the priesthood I can walk to the temple and church a clientele awesome extended family great examples I can drive I can swim I don’t have depression I don’t have cancer .&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few! My goodness I am so blessed! My life is more than peachy and I have a loving heavenly father to thank for that. Today being thanksgiving has made me realize all I have and to remember to be thankful for that. Today we stopped at Wal-mart before heading up to our cabin (another thing I am blessed to have) and a man approached my dad for money , usually we would suspect that crazy men in Wal-mart parking lot are scammers,  but my dad did not assume that instead he pulled a $20 bill from his wallet and gave it to him. I was shocked and said “Dad! You gave him a 20!” My dad said “Be thankful he wasn’t robbing us or anyone else instead he was simply asking for help, and it is up to him to take what I gave him and do right” I was only thinking of money sadly and not what might be happening in his life. We are always better off than we think we are. Sometimes I think my life is so hard and when I think these things I read these blogs:&lt;br /&gt; http://www.kissesforcami.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;And I realized how very blessed I am I hope you all remember how blessed you are today! Life is great enjoy every minute you have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-7623568558580637354?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/7623568558580637354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/11/grateful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7623568558580637354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7623568558580637354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/11/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JI4h7u4yNC8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-9156908983521352441</id><published>2010-11-19T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:46:19.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); backgr !ound-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started a new blog! I have so many things to write about my job that I wanted a seperate blog so that this one wouldn't be cluttered with my adventures at hair school :) http://confessionsofahairteacher.blogspot.com/ if you would like an ivite send me your e-mail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-9156908983521352441?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/9156908983521352441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/9156908983521352441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/9156908983521352441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-1936507600992163475</id><published>2010-11-08T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:06:21.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't help it!</title><content type='html'>I la la la loooove christmas! I can't help it! we only get 3 short weeks to enjoy and then it's gone! so I am starting early ad will not quit! I hope this gets you in the (early) christmas spirit :)&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/hJepIzJdb54/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJepIzJdb54?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJepIzJdb54?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-1936507600992163475?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/1936507600992163475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-101-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1936507600992163475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1936507600992163475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-101-we.html' title='Can&apos;t help it!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-4594944951780299812</id><published>2010-08-24T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:07:44.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuts For Cami</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/THQJ_Y1zLWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/VzV6eVNgfec/s1600/IMG_8260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/THQJ_Y1zLWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/VzV6eVNgfec/s400/IMG_8260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509039228785470818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;http://www.kissesforcami.com/hhttp://www.deseretnews.com/article/700056981/Haircut-for-Cami-Locks-drop-as-funds-rise-for-ailing-girl.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago my sister Michelle posted a fundraiser on her facebook for a little  girl in her preschool who was diagnosed with Leukemia. The fundraiser was to have hair stylists cut hair and have those people donate to Cami and her family. That night I read Cami’s blog my heart was breaking for this family I knew that it was something I wanted to be a part of so that morning I rescheduled all my Saturday appointments and went to salt lake to cut hair. When I got there I was amazed at the energy and love that filled that building cute little Camii was selling treats and drinks at the front desk I didn’t  have time to take it all in The moment I stepped in that building they put me to work . They sent me up to the kids cut room and told me that 6 girls from Cookie Cutters would be there soon .wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Those dang cookie cutters never showed up! I was nonstop cutting hair from 1-6:30. I  was not mad that I had to cut hair but I was mad that cookie cutters made a commitment to a charity and then bailed out! Who does that??? Anyways cutting hair was a blast they were short staffed so it was nonstop choppin I got to meet awesome people and hear their stories of Cami and how they knew her some found her blog and came, others through a friend of a friend it was amazing! At one point they had us all come downstairs to watch Cami Buzz her dads hair and then her dad buzz her hair. I don’t know this family I never officially met them but &lt;br /&gt;I felt for them I felt Cami’s mom sadness as she watched her only little girl shave her heard. I cried and cried and even thinking about it now makes me teary I looked around the room and saw other teary eyes and saw the love that all these people had for this little girl it almost felt like a sacred experience. I was so glad to have the opportunity to be a part of it. Cami’s mom Chelsea is a brave woman I don’t think I could survive something like that but they are incredible people and push though! If you want to laugh, cry or send a donation just click here  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=4040140150705573004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-4594944951780299812?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/4594944951780299812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/08/cuts-for-cami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4594944951780299812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4594944951780299812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/08/cuts-for-cami.html' title='Cuts For Cami'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/THQJ_Y1zLWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/VzV6eVNgfec/s72-c/IMG_8260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-3989156035106412139</id><published>2010-08-24T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:38:04.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CREEEEPIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can feel it. It’s getting colder. I can see it. Green is leaving. The pool is closed the parades are over the stores smell of plastic backpacks crayon boxes and newly sharpened pencils. FALL IS CREEPING IN. No not yet! It feels like summer just began I need more days at the pool more adventures on rope swings more sleeping in and afternoon hikes I need one more bonfire up the canyon one more late night sleepover one more bbq one more outside game night one more long boarding trip one more star gazing night. Not yet fall I’m not done with summer. Summer 2010 has been an unforgettable one. I have met so many people and have never had so much fun I even have friends that are girls…me Amy kept more than one friend that is a girl …impossible usually I’m a strong bug repellant for girls not this summer! I can’t believe it was a summer I almost missed I was so scared to move up here the first three night I cried myself to sleep I felt so alone ..It was so different I knew no one; I had no idea how to find my way around Provo now 5 months later I can’t imagine my life any other way. I have learned so much in this short summer time I learned to be happy, when people refer to Provo as Happy Valley it is true, everyone is so happy here! Not a fake happy but these people are legitimately happy. Not to say that Provo is not strange though the first week I was here I saw people walking while reading scriptures or even riding their bike and reading scripts. Really? Yes really.  Every day this summer I  wake up to the smell of tanning lotion from Seven Peaks I open my blinds see the Y and the pretty mountains 15 feet away I head straight to the pool .then I drive by a hundred or so boys dressed in white shirts with name tags on my way to work, teach something I love for a couple hours then head back to a party every night. I have fallen in love with Provo and Provo in the summer has proven to be awesome! Fall is creeping and I have to let summer go!  Like all good things it must come to an end but if Provo in the fall is anything like Provo in the summer sign me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-3989156035106412139?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/3989156035106412139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/08/creeeepin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/3989156035106412139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/3989156035106412139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/08/creeeepin.html' title='CREEEEPIN'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-7505916328587374842</id><published>2010-06-10T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:30:33.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So scary! Whats even worse is that I almost bought a contract at this apartment. I go on hikes everyday and that could of very likely been me! everyday I find little miracles that heavenly father has givin me from directing me to the right apartment to roomates to school.What a terible thing to happen, although my heart goes out to this girl and her family I am so grateful that I didn't have to experience that.When I was looking for apartments I was sold on this one the day I went to sign the contract I had a really bad feeling about it and at the last minute I backed out, it was crazy to back out considering I needed to find a place to live in a week! I'm so glad I didn't chance that feeling.The lord blessed me in leading me to the apartment I am in.It sounds silly but I truly think I was meant to be in this apartment I have had the time of my life with these girls! and have met so many people and had so many adventures I couldn't imagine any other way.The lord watches out for his children. and &lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;am &lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;glad&lt;br /&gt;he does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-7505916328587374842?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/7505916328587374842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/06/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7505916328587374842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7505916328587374842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/06/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-3758784240356208864</id><published>2010-06-10T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T13:04:17.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ksl.com - Provo student attacked, raped; police search for suspect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=11117274"&gt;ksl.com - Provo student attacked, raped; police search for suspect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-3758784240356208864?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;sid=11117274' title='ksl.com - Provo student attacked, raped; 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background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-The number of times I have been sky diving&lt;br /&gt;2-The number of countries I have been in&lt;br /&gt;3-The number of times I trip a day&lt;br /&gt;4- The number of vacation I want to go to each year&lt;br /&gt;5- Number of cell phones I have owned&lt;br /&gt;6- Dance classes I have attempted&lt;br /&gt;7- Races I have ran/walked&lt;br /&gt;8- Number of jobs I have had since I was 15&lt;br /&gt;9- Scars I have on my body from wild adventures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Number of awesome people in my family&lt;br /&gt;11-New people I meet everyday&lt;br /&gt;12-Number that is too early to go to bed before&lt;br /&gt;13-Number of black shirts I own (majority of my clothes are emo due to dress code)&lt;br /&gt;14-Number of the cutest nieces and nephews you will ever see!&lt;br /&gt;15-Number of times I have gone vacationing to my favorite place LAKE POWELL&lt;br /&gt;16- Times I have pranked people&lt;br /&gt;17-Number of things to add to my bucket list&lt;br /&gt;18- Number of proposals I have had in Provo&lt;br /&gt;19- Number of camping trips I have been on&lt;br /&gt;20-Possibly the number of hours I watched LOST&lt;br /&gt;21- The number I wish I still was&lt;br /&gt;22- Number of my street address, oh and my current age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge and in a pear tree. Oh how I did not want to turn 22 although it is my favorite number and the number on my volleyball jersey in high school it is a number I have dreaded. 22 seems so old to me, but all in all I have had 22 awesome years! Full of so much adventure! Another year another chapter in my life, up to this point I have had a life full of experiences, growth, happy , sad, heartbreakin and love makin ;)...ok myabe not love makin but I have come to love people and accept them for who they are. I have learned so much and I can wait to see what year 22 brings for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-7938519587855870810?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/7938519587855870810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/06/22.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7938519587855870810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7938519587855870810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/06/22.html' title='22'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-5775648825243560208</id><published>2010-05-17T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:48:54.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home run</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy in our ward told a story about his younger brother Dallin, it was such a touching story  and  I couldm’t stop thinking about it all Sunday . I am going to share it here I hope I can express the story the way I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;The guy in my ward told of his younger brother who was born with cerebral palsy . At a young age it was predicted that he would not live long and if he did he would be in a wheel chair and never mentally develop or be able to speak. He was a miracle childand his name was Dallin. Dallin exceeded everones expectations with first one word and then full sentences, one step then walking. He was slow but able. He had older brothers who were all very good athletes, &lt;br /&gt;He wanted to be just like them . There was no league for special needs baseball in St. George so with concern his parents signed him up for regular baseball at age 9. The whole season Dalin did not have one home run, in fact he had not even made it to first base. When it came to the final play off games his family decided they would take Dallin out of the game to give his team a chance to win. The coach refused to sit Dallin out for the games , he was a part of the team  and would remain a part of the team and finish out the season. The final game came with anticipation and lots of prayers from his family. They  watched Dalin get up to bat, knowing that there would be no way he could make it to first base without being tagged because, his batting was always a bunt. Dallin got up to the plate he hit the ball. It was a bunt as expected , the crowd cheered  “Run Dallin Run!”  knowing he would never make it to that first base. By the time he could reach first base the pitcher could beat him there and tag him. The bunt rolled straight to the pitchers feet . He picked it up he looked at it. And shockingly he threw it as hard as he could to left field no one went after the ball. Dallin shuffled (because of leg braces) to the  first base.First time ever reaching first base. Everyone was in awe. The next boy up to bat was an unbelievable hitter he later would play pro. He hit the ball all the way to the fence and ran as fast as he could to first base. He met Dallin at first base and walked him half running half shuffling to second base. The same thing happened again the boy in left field  picked up the ball looked at it and then threw it as hard as he could to the other side of the f ield. Dallin and the boy shuffled to third base and then to home. When Dallin reached home base he threw his hands in the air and began to cry he had finally made it home. There was not a dry eye in the crowd. Later when Dallin’s coach asked the other teams coach why he let them score he said he had nothing to do with it he had no idea his boys were planning on doing that. When the coach asked the boys why they did it in their 9 yr old wisdom they said “Because Dallin is our friend , and we wanted to see him be happy.” – No one remebered the score of the baseball game that day but they will always remember what those 9 year old boys did for Dallin.&lt;br /&gt;His talk was on reaching out and helping someone he said that is a group of 9 yr. old boys could make this act of kindness happen surely a ward of returned missionaries and sisters  could make things happen. Just so happened that I was called to be on the service committee that day. I’m excited we are volenteering in the special olympics and have a whole summer of service I can’t wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-5775648825243560208?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/5775648825243560208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/5775648825243560208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/5775648825243560208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-run.html' title='Home run'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-1874183905172155145</id><published>2010-04-24T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T14:16:32.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S9NfoSKlZAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/U7URo_pmTSk/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S9NfoSKlZAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/U7URo_pmTSk/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463815918606181378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has come…what was supposed to be a temporary part time job became a full time job for 2 years of my life. This is a bittersweet day not going to lie who doesn’t like to leave a job, but deep down I am terribly sad. I have never told anyone this but I was going to quit my second week here, it was to structured and so much was demanded of me, I couldn’t type fast, I didn’t know who to transfer the phone , basically I felt like a failure. But on the day I was going to quit much to my surprise my cute co-worker Paige had gather others and handed me a gift card and flowers .it was National receptionist day I remember her singing me “happy receptionist day” to the tune of happy birthday. I knew I couldn’t quit. Paige became my best friend at work I told her everything and I mean everything! I have made so many great friendships here it is hard to leave&lt;br /&gt;! just to name a few and what they taught me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine: Who taught me a job worth doing is a job worth doing …perfect. She expected perfection out of my work and pushed me to do so. She also taught me about fashion and calories which we all know are my life long goals :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan: Who taught me that nothing is to bad that you can’t survive it, to always be nice to everyone, that no matter what happens as a single lady you can be hot and filthy rich (ok so she didn’t teach me that but she is both of those things) &lt;br /&gt;She once said something that has always stuck with me I think her mom told her this:&lt;br /&gt;Before you gossip think to yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1- I s it true?&lt;br /&gt;2- Is it necessary to share&lt;br /&gt;3-  Will it hurt someone by saying it?&lt;br /&gt;And to give 100 % percent of you to others, and not be disappointed when they don’t give 100% back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige: That happiness is all in the beholder. She taught me how to be outgoing and make friends. She taught me a lot about being married and how to be happy in everything you choose. To help out in any area you can even if it’s not your job. And to not settle for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: Oh where to begin, she taught me how to make over 1,000 labels ;) she taught me all her HR tricks. She let me cry to her when life was hard. We cried when something witnessing something hilarious that only we could understand. She taught me how to make goals and reach them, how to be positive no matter what. How to do fundraising and plan parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron : Who taught me your never to old to hit on young blond girls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few but I have learned how doing satisfying work leads to a satisfying life. And that women can play a huge part in the business world you can achieve anything if you want it bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss so many things about this job but a few I won’t miss include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having to say “Good morning _____ This is Amy, how may I help you?” 20 times a day!&lt;br /&gt;Doing the dishes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the conference rooms&lt;br /&gt;Mailing, fed EX ing, ordering supplies.&lt;br /&gt;Having my name yelled from the copy room because the printer is broken and they think I can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Having my name called from the break room to bring them the menu folder.&lt;br /&gt;BRIEFINGS, BRIEFINGS, AND NO MORE BRIEFINGS.&lt;br /&gt;Having to deal with angry callers&lt;br /&gt;Having to deal with paper sales men&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Oh how I have learned patience! I think everyone should be a receptionist once in there life to truly learn patience. This job has molded me into a better person all the hard times have definitely built character in me. I think I may have been directed to this job just for the people, if so it was totally worth 2 years of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-1874183905172155145?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/1874183905172155145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/04/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1874183905172155145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1874183905172155145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/04/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S9NfoSKlZAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/U7URo_pmTSk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-3681372910244698213</id><published>2010-04-09T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:52:32.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaning and Leaping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S7-Fc8LoO_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/vXlpttOV0SM/s1600/84067533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S7-Fc8LoO_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/vXlpttOV0SM/s400/84067533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458228005634063346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prov. 3: 5&lt;br /&gt;“Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the last things Pres. Monson at the closing of general conference. I listened to the whole two days of conference and nothing struck me more than those lines. Recently I have heard this scripture over and over, and I think I will continue to hear it through out my life. I have been faced with a lot of big decisions the last couple months and even though they don’t make sense to me I know there is a plan so here I am leaning and leaning and leaning not to my own understanding but to the lords, with as much trust as I can give . I am taking a leap of faith, a big one and hoping I don’t fall short of making it to the other side of the canyon. I have gone back and forth a million times on this decision I haven’t slept for a week, I have weighed options, crunched numbers, researched, prayed, fast, went to the temple , second guessed myself, I was spent! And after much deliberation I have decided to do it! I am moving down to Provo in two weeks, It’s not logical, It will cost more, I have never been out on my own, I will have a long long long drive there and back, I will be a hair instructor something I have never done before, but despite all of this I know I should go, for whatever reason I feel that it is right, I know it will be hard and I know it will be a huge learning experience. I never thought I would be one of those girls who quits a good job, leaves free rent, friends, and family behind just because “It felt like the right thing to do” But that’s where leaning comes in, I have moments when I get that feeling in my stomach ..you know the feeling when you are at the top of the roller coaster looking down at the steep decline in front of you, and I think to myself “What the heck am I doing?” But I am very familiar with that feeling and those thoughts and I know to revert back to my original feeling. I know it will all turn out I know the lord would not lead me to where he is leading me without a plan. I know this. I am at the top of the roller coaster I will either throw my hands in the air and scream and have a great time, or I will get nauseous and throw up and have a terrible time, either way I know the ride will come to a stop and I can get off whenever I wan to, who knows maybe I will get off and find the whack-a-mole game is a better suite for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-3681372910244698213?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/3681372910244698213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/04/leaning-and-leaping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/3681372910244698213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/3681372910244698213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/04/leaning-and-leaping.html' title='Leaning and Leaping'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S7-Fc8LoO_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/vXlpttOV0SM/s72-c/84067533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-7169657599813065442</id><published>2010-04-01T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:38:41.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AF DAY!</title><content type='html'>If anyone knows me they know I love jokes and pranks! And today is the official day to celebrate pranks. I have been know to not be trusted in this area, it started out at a young age I was a joke teller of very “unique” jokes and apparently if you did not guess the punch line I wanted you to I would say no try again until I got a punch line I wanted. I was very mischievous a few examples are: Once I cut the phone cord while my mom was talking on the phone because she would not listen to me, I called 911 several times and they actually called back and said there would be a huge fine if I called one more time, I cut my bangs extremely short while a babysitter was “watching” me. In my later years I made Oreo cookies and filled them with toothpaste surprisingly my dad thought the minty taste was nice (gross) I love pouring cold water on people in the shower or opening up the shower curtain and screaming, I love hiding and jumping out and scarring people. Recently I hid by my front door while my 6’3 brother took out the garbage when he walked past I jumped out and scarred him –success! My little sister wrote a note on the fridge that said mom I need lunch money and I signed my name -love Amy. Oh How I love it! I love to drop random things on peoples door step. Toilet papering, car writing, putting items in Jell-O, rearranging whole rooms, you name it! It will never get old. SO today was no different I started today off with a bang!  A girl from my work is out of town today I txt her this morning and said “Now don’t freak out but the new guy is taking your office and they are moving your stuff out” I got a call ten minutes later when I picked up the first words I heard were “What the H#LL are you kidding me!!!!” “I can’t believe they are doing this!!!” I paused for a second then replied “APRIL FOOLS!” she said are you serious! She laughed I laughed she said she slightly hated me ;) and crapped her pants a little because she was so mad! –Success! I love it! The day has just begun one prank down a million to go! Here is a little snippet of a past prank when we took gross expired food snuck into the Fowler boys house and placed it in a spot it would be found, watch out I’m on a role! I love APRIL FOOLS DAY!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S7TZPy9qWZI/AAAAAAAAAbs/RMnTqDMFVsE/s1600/Prank3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S7TZPy9qWZI/AAAAAAAAAbs/RMnTqDMFVsE/s400/Prank3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455223914054179218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S7TZPvr7SVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/UD4lTalG2E0/s1600/Prank+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S7TZPvr7SVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/UD4lTalG2E0/s400/Prank+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455223913174485330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); 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background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sucess is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm."- Einston Churchhill&lt;br /&gt;Seriously may be the theme of my life &lt;br /&gt;This one is posted in my math class I sometimes stare at it for long periods of time- math will do that to ya.&lt;br /&gt;"Do not worry about your problems in mathematics, I can assure you mine are greater."&lt;br /&gt;-Einstein &lt;br /&gt;True that!Einstein True that!&lt;br /&gt; and lastely&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall togehter."&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderfully rainy Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-5711036802388534667?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/5711036802388534667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/5711036802388534667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/5711036802388534667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-thoughts.html' title='Some thoughts'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-8526395480211713460</id><published>2010-03-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:11:21.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Bernice</title><content type='html'>This post is really for my sister Michelle who finds the humor in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to introduce Bernice. (Name yet similar has been changed) I met Bernice the other night and she made me think a lot…. … Bernice is 35 single never been married only child, never left home without a parent, Bernice has natural mousy brown hair with about 3 inches of blond tips (from grow out) Bernice has two dogs (don’t recall what kind because I don’t know dogs) and lives in her parents basement, she works in the accounting dept. for the church all of her clothes consist of sister missionary material black, tights, black buckle doc Martins, plaid skirts etc. Bernice’s parents still pay for everything from her hair to her meals; Bernice hasn’t waxed her eyebrows since she was 20. She goes to bed every night at 9:00 if she stays up till 10 she is extremely tired the next day. Bernice has a very hard time speaking her mind or even knowing what she wants. Her mother and 65 year old aunt make all the decisions for her. Bernice has a hard time making friends and meeting her soul mate she has traveled long long distances to meet online acquaintances in the hope that they turn in to online soul mates. When I talked with Bernice her mother informed me the two of them would be traveling 8 hrs to Idaho on Saturday to meet another online friend who they had been talking to for four months. Bernice was going to wear her mother’s sweater with a broche on it to meet the man. When I asked her if she had been on a lot of vacations she said yes last month to Oregon for a funeral. I asked Bernice if she was going to school she said she didn’t have the money or energy, not sure what Bernice spent her money on but she was broke. I came home and told my mom I did not want to become Bernice, I explained that I never wanted to give up having ambitions and chase dead beat online boyfriends, don’t get me wrong there is nothing wrong with being older and not married, but when you loose yourself and goals and ambitions that’s when it becomes sad. I made her promise me she would kick me out at age 30.While Bernice is a lovely person she is so different from me. A life not lived to the fullest is a life not lived! There is so much to do and see and become, there is no time to waste being shy and living in your parent’s basement having other people decide your future. My mom reassured me I was to pretty to not be married by 25 (as mothers do) I hope Bernice meets her soul mate and finds her happiness, In the meantime I will be staying away from black Doc. Martins and livin life up!  Best of luck to me and Bernice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find a fitting picture for this post I entered Bernice into google images and this was the picture that came up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep that about sums it up :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S7EXRjSheHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/AZfKzAm1zAM/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 85px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S7EXRjSheHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/AZfKzAm1zAM/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454166214020528242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-8526395480211713460?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/8526395480211713460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/becoming-bernice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8526395480211713460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8526395480211713460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/becoming-bernice.html' title='Becoming Bernice'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S7EXRjSheHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/AZfKzAm1zAM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-7193466728725410494</id><published>2010-03-24T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:57:44.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 am class...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S6oaJM68IhI/AAAAAAAAAbU/EJ3_WLbeRVA/s1600/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S6oaJM68IhI/AAAAAAAAAbU/EJ3_WLbeRVA/s400/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452199044274987538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S6oaITZZf1I/AAAAAAAAAbM/7P_-Vg4Gbqw/s1600/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S6oaITZZf1I/AAAAAAAAAbM/7P_-Vg4Gbqw/s400/DSC01474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452199028833484626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I was one tired girl. I was trying so hard to keep my peepers open, and with only 4 people total in the class and, the only one who responses to the professor it’s a little difficult to not be seen sleeping, I think my professor has anxiety if i'm not looking directly at her reassuring her that I’m listening, and giving her feedback. But sometimes you just can't fight it! the evidence is in the notebook, I had a good laugh when I went back to read my notes and found my scribbles apparently your writing is not that legible when your eyes are half open? Who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-7193466728725410494?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/7193466728725410494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/7-am-class.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7193466728725410494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7193466728725410494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/7-am-class.html' title='7 am class...'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S6oaJM68IhI/AAAAAAAAAbU/EJ3_WLbeRVA/s72-c/DSC01475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-4593555616829128021</id><published>2010-03-24T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:48:47.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Crafty Cathy...</title><content type='html'>Before:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S6oXG0BtXoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/lIC08B7V_mo/s1600/DSC01468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S6oXG0BtXoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/lIC08B7V_mo/s400/DSC01468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452195704697872002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is still a work in progress but her she is all made under 12 bucks!The after:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S6oXiWzz3RI/AAAAAAAAAbE/6obILCGAJBk/s1600/DSC01470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S6oXiWzz3RI/AAAAAAAAAbE/6obILCGAJBk/s400/DSC01470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452196177891286290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S6oXhxIDaoI/AAAAAAAAAa8/4I-wIHN_iNY/s1600/DSC01469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S6oXhxIDaoI/AAAAAAAAAa8/4I-wIHN_iNY/s400/DSC01469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452196167775644290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the after&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-4593555616829128021?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/4593555616829128021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-call-me-crafty-cathy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4593555616829128021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4593555616829128021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-call-me-crafty-cathy.html' title='Just call me Crafty Cathy...'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S6oXG0BtXoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/lIC08B7V_mo/s72-c/DSC01468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-1234757542824422561</id><published>2010-03-18T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:29:27.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Spring: Where are you? I miss you .Also if you see Sunshine and Tan tell them to come back too.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mail man: I would have never guessed that “I’m bringing sexy back” was your ring tone&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bishop: I know we have a meeting next week please be gentle with a calling.&lt;br /&gt;Dear eyes: please continue to stay open till May 14th &lt;br /&gt;Dear brain: please don’t lapse we are almost there&lt;br /&gt;Dear Australia: I’m coming!.... Next year!&lt;br /&gt;Dear shabby Apple: Why are you so expensive? You know I could never spend that much on you, please provide me with a spring sale.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Francisco: Please keep your eyes above my chest in Math class. If you do not choose to do this I will be forced to wear my puffy winter coat for the rest of the semester. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;Dear rascals: If you jump up on my car one more time, so help me - I will put you to sleep myself.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bec: I really love your new hair you’re a babe! &lt;br /&gt;Dear: Utah drivers sorry for my in car yelling and throwing my hands in the air while mouthing “Moron!” You know I didn’t mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-1234757542824422561?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/1234757542824422561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/letters-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1234757542824422561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1234757542824422561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/letters-to.html' title='Letters to...'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-3043836984127386219</id><published>2010-03-16T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:18:15.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZuMbA!</title><content type='html'>Definition: Latino Richard Simmons on crack!&lt;br /&gt;And frankly I can’t get enough! It always used to bother me when girls posted things about Zumba this and Zumba that yatta yatta and I never thought I would be posting about it yet here I am promoting! And confession I love it, I go to Zumba more than my own gym I actually have the motivation after night school to go! Don’t get me wrong though I am no dancer (I know shocking) I know my place it’s at the very back but towards the middle so I can still follow the instructor, but I avoid the mirror at all costs, caught a glimpse of myself once and yikes am I tall and awkward. I wouldn’t say “ Zumba has changed my life!” but I have had lots of fun and maybe just maybe I have become slightly more coordinated….maybe. If you get the chance try it, it will rock your world! &lt;br /&gt;* I desperately want these pants and shoes.What would I do with them you ask??? Hhmmm I would salsa better, sway my hips more intensely, I could kick higher and run faster  … most likely….probably… pretty much the possibilities are endless! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S5-70wn-_pI/AAAAAAAAAaM/fMlukL02JdA/s1600-h/00000306_1265479653_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S5-70wn-_pI/AAAAAAAAAaM/fMlukL02JdA/s400/00000306_1265479653_1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449280589221789330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S5-70c7uteI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Z3g4nLP1OH4/s1600-h/00000244_1256560876_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S5-70c7uteI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Z3g4nLP1OH4/s400/00000244_1256560876_1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449280583935899106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S5-8G3ccnNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4x7CRwGFVMQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S5-8G3ccnNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4x7CRwGFVMQ/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449280900290092242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-3043836984127386219?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/3043836984127386219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/zumba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/3043836984127386219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/3043836984127386219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/zumba.html' title='ZuMbA!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S5-70wn-_pI/AAAAAAAAAaM/fMlukL02JdA/s72-c/00000306_1265479653_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-7314351467037052624</id><published>2010-03-12T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:33:39.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give you a little Friday cheer and it comes in the form of this song&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rhapsody.com/player?type=undefined&amp;id=alb.12827855&amp;remote=undefined&amp;page=undefined&amp;pageregion=undefined&amp;guid=undefined&amp;from=undefined&amp;__pcode=&lt;br /&gt;possibly one of my favorite songs ever!and you bet your bottom dollar this will be played at my wedding! now when you click play you just can't sit at your desk or home and listen you gotta get up and work it! start with a left head twitch then maybe a little shoulder rotation on each side now bust out an Ellen D. one two step...ah now your feelin it! I knew you would. Happy Friday! life is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-7314351467037052624?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/7314351467037052624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7314351467037052624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7314351467037052624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-2263118787108861782</id><published>2010-03-09T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:39:12.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever heard of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urban dictionary.com its this redic./ awesome site with the definition of your name I must say mine is pretty true ...enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;A person who is loving and caring. Loyal to everyone important in her life and is easy to forgive, but won't let someone walk all over her. She steals the heart of everyone she dates, because she is real. Very few girls often like this person, because they feel threatened or intimidated by her. She is also someone who people seem to obsess about without ever realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, Amys are a gift to the world. notorious for their astonishing good looks and captivating, irresistible charm, amys have been the center of many (if not most) a mans fantasies. Amys will haunt your dreams. The unfounded sexiness paired with the fiery, passionate personality is something no other living being could accurately replicate. Like Chinese on rice, males flock to amys, as they possess an other-worldly feminine power. Amys turned Lindsay Lohan lesbian, and Amy's possess the power to turn any homosexual male straight. A unique yet defining characteristic of Amys is their effortlessly superior sandwich-making abilities. if they cannot create delectable sandwiches, then, they are fakes. A commonly used phrase among Amys - "You can imitate, but you can't replicate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the name derives from the French word "Ami" meaning friend, and the French word "Amee" meaning beloved. She is uncommenly loyal, and once friends with you will always be there for you, she has fierce morals, despises betrayal and rumours, and talking about people behind there backs. She is not usually liked by many, as many are threatened or intimadated by her goodwill, her intelligence and her uncommen good looks, however the ones that do like her will remain her very best of friends the whole way through. She forgives easily but never allows herself to be walked over. She is matura for her age and has a very wise way of thinking of things, she loves to laugh and will never be the last to have a joke. Sometimes she dumbs herself down to try and fit in by seeming a bit slow or dumber than she is. However she finds it increasingly frustrating when these people make a joke of it. As she knows thats not her. To the ones who truly know her though, they know this is not her and will never do this. She is a fierce, fierce friend, never the one to leave a friend hanging, alone, upset, angry and hates to fall out with them. She has big dreams, a big future ahead of her and had planned it out, but is trying not to think of that right now and focus on now, the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-2263118787108861782?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/2263118787108861782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-you-ever-heard-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2263118787108861782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2263118787108861782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-you-ever-heard-of.html' title='Have you ever heard of...'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-6512678164638455123</id><published>2010-03-05T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:45:47.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m not a break down kinda girl ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly dislike girls who whine and complain and eat ice cream all night and cried their eyes out because life was so aweful yatta yatta! C’mon ladies pick yourselfs back up ! I wouldn’t say I had a break down the other night just a “moment” if you will.And this moment was built up from the stresses of life and school .I had been up since 5:30 from school to work to work to cutting at the fire station (another post) to Weber State again (my new home). I had to watch a two hour lecture then take a test the next morning, except for Weber’s library closes at 11:00 which I only got to watch 1 hr of the lecture, stressed and overwhelmed I gathered my stuff and walked across campus and tripped/ slid on the cement and caught my self at the last minute, which is not unusual for me I am very clumsy it was the “moment” point when I looked around to see if anyone saw? A boy about 5 yards away looked back, I held up my hand up and said “I’m good” he asked are you sure? “ yep, totally in control” I tried really hard not to cry on my long climb back to my car I whispered to my self (with straight arms and tight fists) I can do this! I can do this… I am smart.. I am so smart … This is easy I can totally do this! I did well, no tears were shed ...but close. When I got home that night I was exhausted mentally physically everything .I  read these verses in Mosiah :” Thus God has provided a means that man, through faith, might work mighty miracles; therefore he becometh a great benefit to his fellow beings.”  There is a “Means” and I can do this and it will be a miracle to finish school   “ But if ye will turn to the Lord with full purpose of heart, and put your trust in him, and serve him with all diligence of mind, if ye do this, he will, according to his own will and pleasure, deliver you out of bondage.” Ok so I’m not in bondage but school is pretty close. In the words of my mother “It always seems worse than it is”&lt;br /&gt;One last gem of inspiration that could only be provided by R Kelly- possibly the cheesiest song in American Rap culture but I love it !and yes I do often sing this to myself.&lt;br /&gt;http://popup.lala.com/popup/504684702258204870&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody axe you who I am? Just stand up tall  Look 'em in the face and say &lt;br /&gt;I'm that star up in the sky &lt;br /&gt;I'm that mountain peak up high &lt;br /&gt;Hey, I made it &lt;br /&gt;I'm the world's greatest &lt;br /&gt;And I'm that little bit of hope &lt;br /&gt;When my back's against the ropes &lt;br /&gt;I can feel it &lt;br /&gt;I'm the world's greatest!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-6512678164638455123?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/6512678164638455123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-break-down-kinda-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6512678164638455123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6512678164638455123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-break-down-kinda-girl.html' title='I’m not a break down kinda girl ..'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-8412869142568398530</id><published>2010-02-23T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:11:32.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S4Rs_nUEenI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NPnl3V_DnbU/s1600-h/bean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S4Rs_nUEenI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NPnl3V_DnbU/s400/bean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441594089911122546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dear Amy&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a wonderful Valentines day&lt;br /&gt;I really missed you on sunday&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can spend the next Valentines day together&lt;br /&gt;Amy I want you to know that I really look up to you&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had your blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had your fashion clothes&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had your fit body&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a great paying job like you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I had your smarts&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly I mostly wish We would squeeze a little time together and have fun like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had more pictures of us, so i could put them in my scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;I love you amy. and always will when ever we argue about something&lt;br /&gt;/aly oh and p.s. i'm sorry for annoying you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this note on my night stand when I got back from Costa Rica...break my heart I'm a terrible sister!She is so funny though, I don't think anyone secretly wants my "fit body" "smarts" and "great paying job" ha ha ha ha ha !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-8412869142568398530?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/8412869142568398530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/02/body-background-image-urlhttpi342_23.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8412869142568398530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8412869142568398530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/02/body-background-image-urlhttpi342_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S4Rs_nUEenI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NPnl3V_DnbU/s72-c/bean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-6857445251115351999</id><published>2010-02-03T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:59:59.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this blog  http://www.rachelthurston.com/travel/peru.php&lt;br /&gt;-And I miss it, I saw all of those things in Peru.&lt;br /&gt;-I want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;-I have a story from there that is dear to my heart&lt;br /&gt;-It's called Anderson&lt;br /&gt;-I met a little boy named Anderson in Peru.&lt;br /&gt;-He was adorable.&lt;br /&gt;-I met him at church on Sunday I was sitting on a bench listening to Spanish hymns&lt;br /&gt;-He was sitting with his primary class nervously waiting to perform the primary program.&lt;br /&gt;-Our eyes met and for a minute that 3 year old boy sat still.&lt;br /&gt;-I then winked at him&lt;br /&gt;-He winked back&lt;br /&gt;-Heart melted&lt;br /&gt;-He blew me a kiss I blew him one back&lt;br /&gt;-He raised his eyebrows up and down in a very "eh,eh" manner&lt;br /&gt;-I did it back &lt;br /&gt;-By this time the whole congregation is aware of us&lt;br /&gt;-then he smiles.. ah one silver caped tooth ...beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;-After the program he ran from the stand &lt;br /&gt;-Came right to my bench and put my face in his cubby little hands &lt;br /&gt;-And patted one of my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;-My friend Peru leaned over and told he was up for adoption and he came to the mission house the other day to get his picture taken for the adoption website.&lt;br /&gt;-Heart melted&lt;br /&gt;-that night while I was on the phone with my mom I asked her if I could adopt a little brother...named Anderson &lt;br /&gt;-She told me sure but, you have to take him with you when you move out&lt;br /&gt;-Dang.&lt;br /&gt;-We walked home from church together until we came to his street.&lt;br /&gt;-I gave him a hug and he walked down the other Alley with his mom.&lt;br /&gt;-I walked away with no little brother.&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes I think about Anderson and the people of Peru.&lt;br /&gt;-Someday I will go back&lt;br /&gt;-Someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-6857445251115351999?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/6857445251115351999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/02/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6857445251115351999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6857445251115351999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/02/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-2839480097476066607</id><published>2010-01-27T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:19:17.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it forward and</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was getting some goods from Target and the lady infront of me had a cart full of stuff she glanced over at me and said "Here let me buy your stuff that way you don't have to wait for me we can just ring it in,and you can go on your way."I must have stood there is shock because she said "Come on kid bring it over" This warmed my heart, a complete stranger wanted to do something nice for me...someone she did not even know.Who would of thought there is still good in this world,So I have decided to pay it forward don't know how or when but I will.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-2839480097476066607?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/2839480097476066607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/01/pay-it-forward-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2839480097476066607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2839480097476066607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/01/pay-it-forward-and.html' title='Pay it forward and'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-2912318669570455703</id><published>2010-01-27T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:19:16.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, Karma has struck me once again and it all happened because of that dang bedroom set from RC Willey's which only took two months and two weeks to finally get. But oh I love it! But oh how long it took to get here! first there were two vital parts missing from the frame, when I asked the ware house man about it he said "Can't you just put it together without it" "No sir I cannot, you see without those pieces my mattress will fall right though” little ticked but moving on another week passed the part was not there then it was back ordered, then it was not even made yet, then the other pieces of the set were MIA. Anger over took me and with encouragement from friends to call and complain I did just that. The conversation went a little something like this&lt;br /&gt;RC Willey Customer Service: Hello how may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: How are you going to help me? Here is how you are going to help me you are either going to give me something or give me a percent off of something or work your little RC Willey magic and do something to make me a happy customer because I am really close to not being a customer ever again! I continued on with my sad sad story with some anger mixed in I went on for a while but I was pretty unhappy with the sitch.&lt;br /&gt;RWCS: Oh ok ok mam let me get your number and I can look up your account and see what I can do&lt;br /&gt;Me: proceed to give my number&lt;br /&gt;RWCS: ok got your account..wait Amy? Amy Hansen? Is that you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: heart racing all the mean things I just said flooding back into my mind! Who could I possible know that works in the customer service????&lt;br /&gt;Me: uh… Yes that’s me...?&lt;br /&gt;RWCS: It's me Ryan ...Your home teacher&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good Gravy!  Heart sinks! Out of all people it had to be Ryan one of the nicest people I have ever met. And my home teacher none the less!&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh Ryan I am so sorry I didn't know it was you? (Not like I should have treated any customer service person that way)..rambles&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hang up and crawl in a deep deep corner and never come out!&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Hey no worries that is what I am here for&lt;br /&gt;He was super nice and ended the conversation with well as your home teacher is there anything I can do for you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No I think my complaint about covers it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Then the dreaded eye contact that following Sunday I gave a shy half wave as I had my head slightly down, he just smiled big and gave a wink. Thank goodness for forgiving people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-2912318669570455703?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/2912318669570455703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/01/karma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2912318669570455703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2912318669570455703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/01/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-5872896750326707725</id><published>2010-01-26T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:00:30.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1-CGV5JcRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/KgWz09dPfzc/s1600-h/DSC01354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1-CGV5JcRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/KgWz09dPfzc/s400/DSC01354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431202721099772178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That I am the Favorite Aunt.If you look really closely past the hearts and scribbles you will find a hidden message on that poster that says "We love you aunt AMY" finally I have done it! After many years of coaxing, puzzles, treats, whispering encouragement to vote for me.I have won them over Who knew that baby frosties would be the key to this? Frosties and good ol' prank calling family members on a friday night is what I credit my award to."I would like to thank all the little people who made this possible" -Oh wait it's only little people who voted for me. None the less you can congradulate via e-mail or in person(fake chuckles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The runner ups:&lt;br /&gt;Michelle &lt;br /&gt;Becca&lt;br /&gt;Heidi&lt;br /&gt;Aly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sorry better luck next year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-5872896750326707725?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/5872896750326707725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/01/proof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/5872896750326707725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/5872896750326707725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/01/proof.html' title='Proof!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1-CGV5JcRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/KgWz09dPfzc/s72-c/DSC01354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-1742927080580396548</id><published>2010-01-19T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:49:07.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1YMarhtDdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZlA1VFrJSGU/s1600-h/8_065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1YMLSteKoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/HnXNs5bdWyE/s400/8_060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428539788982364802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1YMLNQqIVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0y-phT20k-Y/s1600-h/8_052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1YMLNQqIVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0y-phT20k-Y/s400/8_052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428539787519336786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1YMKyH3BXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/X4wF25uhg5k/s1600-h/8_057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1YMKyH3BXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/X4wF25uhg5k/s400/8_057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428539780234675570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1YMKmN8rAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zYneSnmi2ts/s1600-h/8_056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1YMKmN8rAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zYneSnmi2ts/s400/8_056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428539777038986242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1YMKTu2i8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/NfLcKyAPsRM/s1600-h/8_047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1YMKTu2i8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/NfLcKyAPsRM/s400/8_047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428539772076723138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm thinking of what title to put to these pictures two songs come to mind "Errr buddy in da club gettin tipsee" and "Got my drink and my two step" Ah the joys of artifical bubbly!enjoy the pictures I know I did &lt;br /&gt;( Thanks Michelle for catching the natural element)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1YLtgO1TnI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_y1Sr_JP01Q/s1600-h/8_047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I may look a little frumpy due to the fact that I went to work at 5:30!But such a fun night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-1742927080580396548?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/1742927080580396548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-im-thinking-of-what-title-to-put-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1742927080580396548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1742927080580396548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-im-thinking-of-what-title-to-put-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S1YMarhtDdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZlA1VFrJSGU/s72-c/8_065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-6662041219458388833</id><published>2010-01-18T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:35:12.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritation…. I am fairly easy going but if there is one thing I cannot stand that is gum chewing! Oh how I despise it! The loud chewing popping un sticking from your mouth noises…noises…noises… Or any open mouth chewing for that matter, gum especially though .seriously people if you cannot chew your gum like a human being you should not be allowed to have any, Is gum really that hard to maintain in your mouth that you have to open your wide jaw and, swish it around and chomp down on it like a tough piece of steak? How about trying a half a piece or maybe even a 4th? Just try it! I cannot even concentrate or focus when someone is chewing my irritation level rises until I’m close to exploding. While I am on a tangent another peeve is not saying a word correctly now I’m no grammar police but I’m  no fool either and I am smart enough to know if I don’t know a word or it’s context I will not use it. Such as “hanged” is not a word It is either Hung or hang no such thing as hanged! “beabble to” is two separate words “BE ABLE” sorry for the rant but now you know if you ever wanted to bug me all you would have to do is hanged out with me and snap that gum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-6662041219458388833?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/6662041219458388833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/01/pet-peeve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6662041219458388833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6662041219458388833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/01/pet-peeve.html' title='Pet Peeve!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-5833746554014363533</id><published>2010-01-06T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:02:06.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Biggest Loser:You bring me to tears every Tuesday night!(Darn you) I absolutly love watching you and you truly inspire me to put down the junk i'm eating and do some sit ups, of course if I had to wear spandex infront of America I would probably be motivated as well.See you next Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-5833746554014363533?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/5833746554014363533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/01/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/5833746554014363533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/5833746554014363533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/01/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-4857889163231525412</id><published>2010-01-03T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:46:15.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;“I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna take money&lt;br /&gt;A whole lotta spending money&lt;br /&gt;Its gonne take plenty of money&lt;br /&gt;To do it right child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna take time&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of precious time&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna take patience and time, ummm&lt;br /&gt;To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it,&lt;br /&gt;To do it right child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time I know it's for real&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that I feel&lt;br /&gt;I know if I put my mind to it&lt;br /&gt;I know that I really can do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;Set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;Set on you”....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S0FhwH1VPMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EFLRUuQcZf4/s1600-h/weber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 76px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S0FhwH1VPMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EFLRUuQcZf4/s400/weber.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422722905695141058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right ya'all! I'm a wil' CAT! oh boy what have I gotten myself into??? I heard this song last night and that pretty much sums it up yikes! But seriously.. I'm excited I just watched my first two hour online lecture and actually loved it! I have missed learning so much! I know in about a month I probably won't be saying that but, I really am happy to be able to go to school finally ! and it's going to be hard I can tell but if I didn't start all the things that were going to be hard I wouldn't have accomplished anything in my life.Here are just a few I thought I would never accomplish :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned how to ride a bike&lt;br /&gt;pulled out my first loose tooth with no tears&lt;br /&gt;learned to tie my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Got a job at 15&lt;br /&gt;bought my first car at 16&lt;br /&gt;Got a boyfriend and a kiss at 16 &lt;br /&gt;passed the boards and graduated cosmetology&lt;br /&gt;learned how to drive stick&lt;br /&gt;make the volleyball team&lt;br /&gt;Go to Peru&lt;br /&gt;pass boards to be an instructor&lt;br /&gt;Have my own clientel&lt;br /&gt;Master monoply&lt;br /&gt;learn to sew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the older I get the more I understand what I am capable of and that if I put my mind to something I can do it! watch out world here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-4857889163231525412?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/4857889163231525412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-got-my-mind-set-on-you-i-got-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4857889163231525412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4857889163231525412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-got-my-mind-set-on-you-i-got-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/S0FhwH1VPMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EFLRUuQcZf4/s72-c/weber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-8739436973993635587</id><published>2009-12-28T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:00:46.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard to sleep next to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Szlw1LstOHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ABt53wXc6jw/s1600-h/DSC01348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a wiggly candy cane who talks in her sleep and, wants to cuddle up right in your arm pit :) MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-8739436973993635587?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/8739436973993635587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-hard-to-sleep-next-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8739436973993635587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8739436973993635587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-hard-to-sleep-next-to.html' title='It&apos;s hard to sleep next to....'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Szlw1LstOHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ABt53wXc6jw/s72-c/DSC01348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-2084540364855317584</id><published>2009-12-28T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:43:56.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgibing 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SzlsUEPVlSI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8kWv7hhndm8/s1600-h/PICT0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was awesome this year! first ever football game, amazing food, wonderful family and naps!I have so much to be grateful for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-2084540364855317584?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/2084540364855317584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgibing-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2084540364855317584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2084540364855317584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgibing-2009.html' title='Thanksgibing 2009!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SzlsUEPVlSI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8kWv7hhndm8/s72-c/PICT0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-7394748950960942105</id><published>2009-12-23T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:48:39.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My niece Nyah got a stuffed animal dog for her birthday last sunday.When we asked her what she named it she did a quick head turn towards me and exclaimed.."AMY! I named my dog Amy!".Say whaaaa?!!!I wasn't sure if I should be flattered or insulted? I decided to be insulted when We asked nyah why she named her dog Amy she replied because I have the same hair as the dog. See below &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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SzJ8ubjikFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/1tKiPZWmmQk/s1600-h/resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SzJ8ubjikFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/1tKiPZWmmQk/s400/resize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418530438792777810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM ROASTED!&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/4040140150705573004-7394748950960942105?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/7394748950960942105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-niece-nyah-got-stuffed-animal-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7394748950960942105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7394748950960942105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-niece-nyah-got-stuffed-animal-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SzJ8ubjikFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/1tKiPZWmmQk/s72-c/resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-7281880325895098954</id><published>2009-12-14T15:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:27:15.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh Fudge!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SybJxHR-CBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Tn1BflyUZM0/s1600-h/RVUCAVP3GRRCAZYXM4ZCAQAWICBCA2BFKYBCAYX344NCA4EEV85CALLNVLACAVL3JN4CAHLKCMDCA1BGYOECAEOJWDNCA7A6G8KCALNURKUCAG8FCNJCAS3OZB4CA6743GMCA3ENEI2CABO7U44CAX53T23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SybJxHR-CBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Tn1BflyUZM0/s400/RVUCAVP3GRRCAZYXM4ZCAQAWICBCA2BFKYBCAYX344NCA4EEV85CALLNVLACAVL3JN4CAHLKCMDCA1BGYOECAEOJWDNCA7A6G8KCALNURKUCAG8FCNJCAS3OZB4CA6743GMCA3ENEI2CABO7U44CAX53T23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415237447564789778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A couple of Sundays ago I did something bad something I am not proud of...And why am I sharing this with the world? Because you know what sometimes the truth must be said on your blog. It can’t be all roses and new babies and wonderful husbands this is real life people and it happens. And it all started with peanut butter bars. I was cooking them for a young man in exchange for season 5 of LOST (just so you know how important these were) unfortunately I had never made them so it was very tricky I put the butter in the microwave to soften and continued mixing the wet ingredients, then the dry and then in the oven they went. There was one minute left on the timer till they were done and I realized THE BUTTER! It was still in the microwave I forgot to take it out and mix it in! Ah crap! So I proceeded to make another batch I was very frustrated, it was Sunday dinner a million family members around children running babies crying yatta yatta! And that’s when it happened I knocked over a drink in the middle of my cooking it spilled all over and ruined the cooking book and several other things and that’s when the words slipped out of my mouth like the melted butter “Oh S#@&amp;” the room fell silent it was like that scene in The Christmas Story when Ralphie blurts out “Oh Fudge!” It was in slow motion just like that scene. Realizing there was little ears around I tried to cover it up with a couple of “Oh shoots” but to late the damage was done, my family members slowly began to giggle I think due to the shock that they had never heard me say a swear word in my life and, that is why I am not proud of myself, I hate swear words and strongly disapprove of them. And worst of all my mom said “I didn’t even think you knew that word” sigh …yep just like a sailor mom I know them all. After that I vowed to never let a foul word come out of this pretty mouth again I also vowed to never make those “D@*#” peanut butter bars again &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-7281880325895098954?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/7281880325895098954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-fudge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7281880325895098954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7281880325895098954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-fudge.html' title='&quot;Oh Fudge!&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SybJxHR-CBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Tn1BflyUZM0/s72-c/RVUCAVP3GRRCAZYXM4ZCAQAWICBCA2BFKYBCAYX344NCA4EEV85CALLNVLACAVL3JN4CAHLKCMDCA1BGYOECAEOJWDNCA7A6G8KCALNURKUCAG8FCNJCAS3OZB4CA6743GMCA3ENEI2CABO7U44CAX53T23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-8810016651061707466</id><published>2009-12-08T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:24:56.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ran this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://shotu.smugmug.com/UTAH-EVENTS/Santa-Run-Ogden/Santa-Run/10355118_wBqEN#726832779_ibN9S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no actual pictures of me(I know you are sad) apparently they do not like to take pictures of unhappy people with sweaty red faces who look like there heart is going to stop at any minute :)but it was the funnest and fastest 5k I have ever ran.I'm totally going to do it next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-8810016651061707466?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/8810016651061707466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-ran-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8810016651061707466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8810016651061707466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-ran-this.html' title='I ran this...'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-8917093293004442663</id><published>2009-11-24T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:42:49.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commas Shmomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bec:" So I read your blog"&lt;br /&gt;Amy:" And... What did you think?"&lt;br /&gt;Bec:" You write run on sentences."&lt;br /&gt;Amy:" That’s how I talk...ya know...run on"&lt;br /&gt;Bec: " Still"&lt;br /&gt;So,I,took,a look,and you know what; I don't use punctuation....:,but,you know,what,that..is ,me to a.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-8917093293004442663?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/8917093293004442663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/11/commas-shmomas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8917093293004442663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8917093293004442663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/11/commas-shmomas.html' title='Commas Shmomas'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-1853936322089565766</id><published>2009-11-17T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:06:58.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SwMCXV0EFBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ithFFM3jTQg/s1600/matthew_fox_jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SwMCXV0EFBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ithFFM3jTQg/s400/matthew_fox_jack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405166577790489618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last couple of nights I have spent the majority of my time gazing into the eyes of this man.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SwMBpcfokBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/dHAOziGOXtA/s1600/Matthew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SwMBpcfokBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/dHAOziGOXtA/s400/Matthew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405165789309866002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SwMBpPPy4zI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3BRf8eLvSFM/s1600/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SwMBpPPy4zI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3BRf8eLvSFM/s400/jack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405165785753772850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so maybe he hasn't really returned my gaze but mmm...mmmm..mmm he is delish! and he's a doctor ladies what more could you ask for:) have I mentioned that I addicted to LOST If you have ever cosidered starting it but you think it's to late..Think again I'm on season Three and frankly it's the best waste of time I have ever spent :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-1853936322089565766?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/1853936322089565766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-last-couple-of-nights-i-have-spent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1853936322089565766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1853936322089565766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-last-couple-of-nights-i-have-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SwMCXV0EFBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ithFFM3jTQg/s72-c/matthew_fox_jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-8814373671263570122</id><published>2009-11-10T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:54:44.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BUM DEAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was at stop and shop a rare occasion but it was on my way to a friend’s house and they had cheap fruit. When I pulled into the parking lot I noticed a less fortunate man with a shopping cart full of his belongings and a sign that I could not understand? After I got my discounted fruit and was checking out I remembered the man in the parking lot, and thought maybe I should try not being selfish for a minute and get him some food, the closest thing to the check out counter was bananas or candy …bananas seemed like a better healthier choice. So off I went, as I drove by the man I rolled down my window and handed him the bananas...Much to my surprise he had a disappointed look on his face…Why you ask? Well he explained to me that he was really just after money not food …Whowhat! (Is what I said in my head?) I was a little shocked to say the least. When did this rate go up?? The less fortunate no longer accepts food but would rather have a cash deposit? A little disgruntled by this I replied “I don’t have cash (The truth) but at least you won’t go hungry.” With an unsatisfied look and a sideways head nod he sighed and put the bananas in his basket. Not knowing what else to say or do and a little embarrassed my kind offering was rejected I put my car in drive and drove away. As you can tell I’m totally over this rejection &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-8814373671263570122?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/8814373671263570122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/11/bum-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8814373671263570122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8814373671263570122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/11/bum-deal.html' title='A BUM DEAL'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-3639019859838757599</id><published>2009-11-01T18:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:08:53.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My kryptonite.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Su4_Ly4zn_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/wf9Iho-8yh4/s1600-h/S8CAJHCZ0MCAYN4WITCAP2IAISCAAQX2VACA3TMXOHCAO3OP0XCAUGHPIUCA1BYDK7CARSPNISCANSO5WTCAL9H1BMCACXSBBECAT2GO5MCAOZYL2BCA0AY08BCAU1S30NCA2KKA20CADACT0ICAWS4MF0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHH YEAH! Baby! I saw it the Michael Jackson “This is it” and wow blew me away. Confession I have a theory (I have a lot of theories-don’t even get me started on men walking on the moon)this theory consists of –MJ  really didn’t die that he faked his death and is living it up on some deserted island sipping pinacoladas and doing the moon walk. But once I saw this movie I changed my mind a little bit... Maybe he did die after all? And maybe he wasn’t such a weirdo? I understand him a little more. I was born the latter part of the eighties so I grew up with the creepy Michael... the Michael that held his baby over the railing and may or may not have done some sketchy things in never land(If ya know what I mean)  so if you care to read here are my observations of the film:&lt;br /&gt;1-He is very very very skinny he wore tight orange skinny jeans and boy did they show of his little legs.&lt;br /&gt;2-Goes along with #1 his poor body. It‘s uncomfortable to look at, his nose looked like clay and his whole face looks really gross.&lt;br /&gt;3- His hair is still unattractive pulled back perm “That’s so boss!”&lt;br /&gt;4-He can move like no other! I have never been so jealous of someone’s dance moves I so wish I could dance like that.&lt;br /&gt;5-He truly  was a talented artist he had no chorographer he was the show and he knew exactly how to conduct it, he kept saying “let it Simmer” after a dance move…I think I will start saying that  after I say things… or after I do something crazy …or Maybe after a kiss;)&lt;br /&gt;6-He still talked like a high pitched school girl but very kind to everyone also Kept saying” God bless you” maybe I will start saying that ….especially after a kiss Ha!&lt;br /&gt;7- He’s still got it! All his classic songs..Yep still sounded great! I have had Billy Jean stuck in my head all day!&lt;br /&gt;8-I feel bad for him I think he just wanted to live a normal life and He never got that opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;9-It’s a true pity this final performance was never performed it was going to be amazing from fire on the stage to fireworks to acrobats…A-MAZING!&lt;br /&gt;10 -And probably one of my favorite things about the show was one of the musicians (trumpet player) was named Mo pleasure HA! Coolest name ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-2798860029296163087?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/2798860029296163087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2798860029296163087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2798860029296163087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it.html' title='This IS IT!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-4319282749976136392</id><published>2009-10-21T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:54:26.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith or a lack there of….</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life is just not fair, sometimes it’s really not fair, sometimes you feel like you can’t pull yourself out of bed and take on another day. Sometimes life is so confusing you have no idea which way you are coming or going, Sometimes you feel like you are left in the dark with no flash light, AND sometimes you have to have faith that there is light just around the corner. Having faith has always been hard for me mostly because I’m a quitter I will admit it. I am I don’t like to do things that are hard, in fact I hate, despises even loath doing things that are hard that’s why I quit having faith its way to hard. I hate the feeling of failure or heartache or uncertainty therefore I will avoid it at any cost, and therefore it is hard for me to have faith that the hard things will work themselves out. This describes my life currently I have had a big week of learning experiences a big week of thinking I could not possibly pull myself out of bed and proceed on with life, I felt like I was left alone in my own Gethsemane…Then I remembered there is one who has been there one who has felt this, one who has literally been in Gethsemane one who was left alone in the most desperate hour of need ,and I remembered there is hope that there is a plan that there is a way. There is a way but no where is it written that it will be easy. and that’s where faith comes into play Just when you think that the lord has left you in your hour of need he gives you a glimmer of hope …a moment of happiness a reason to live be happy and proceed and that faith pays off and a teeny tiny piece of my heart is mended but in no way is it close to being back together. I think for maybe the first time in my life I truly understand the atonement I understand how families can have peace when a love one has passed, I understand forgiveness for someone who has deeply wronged you, and I understand the ability to overcome the hardest thing that has ever happened to you. Peace was a long awaited visitor that confirmed that he is in control, and when I doubt and there are things in life I just can’t figure out I have to have faith and trust that he is in control. This experiment of faith has been a big testimony builder it’s a test to see if I will follow through and really rely on him, also a first for me to completely rely on the lord I turned all of my heart ach over to him it was beyond my capability and no way could I proceeded on with life with out handing over all my troubles to the lord having faith that he would take care of them. And much to my surprise he took care of them!  “Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.  In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”  This was the scripture that was read in church and never has it hit me so hard, so until life is figured out I will not be trusting in myself but in a much higher power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: This post may not make any sense and may be pure rambling? But sometimes you have to get things off you chest and that is what I like to call a blog &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-4319282749976136392?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/4319282749976136392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/10/faith-or-lack-there-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4319282749976136392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4319282749976136392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/10/faith-or-lack-there-of.html' title='Faith or a lack there of….'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-381958401106666578</id><published>2009-10-02T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:46:10.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOOOZER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SsYtwVwh48I/AAAAAAAAAU8/IHtaLUNz9a8/s1600-h/DSC01284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SsYtwVwh48I/AAAAAAAAAU8/IHtaLUNz9a8/s400/DSC01284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388044312693040066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SsYtvx6pvRI/AAAAAAAAAU0/NWZser88Hic/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SsYtvx6pvRI/AAAAAAAAAU0/NWZser88Hic/s400/DSC01277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388044303071821074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SsYtvat4-CI/AAAAAAAAAUs/OwwbkSsuPEs/s1600-h/DSC01276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SsYtvat4-CI/AAAAAAAAAUs/OwwbkSsuPEs/s400/DSC01276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388044296844277794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the name we heard over and over last night.Thats right people we went to the Jazz game. I had never been before,It was on my list of things to do before i die so Check off JAzz game! Bo got tickets form his work so we went and it was so much fun! The court was a lot smaller than on TV and its a lot more intense on TV, but I would have to say my favorite part was probably the Jazz Bear he is Hilarious and so talented unfortunately I was not able to get my picture taken with him. Also the jazz jerseys and the drunken people were equally entertaining. The Jazz won and it was a great night!As you can Tell some are more die hard than others:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-381958401106666578?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/381958401106666578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/10/boooozer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/381958401106666578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/381958401106666578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/10/boooozer.html' title='BOOOOZER!!!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SsYtwVwh48I/AAAAAAAAAU8/IHtaLUNz9a8/s72-c/DSC01284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-292780464257362234</id><published>2009-09-14T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:23:18.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to thank all of you for your educational e-mails over the past year.-unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; . .  I am totally messed up now and have little chance of returning to normal life . . .&lt;br /&gt;I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel or have them put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking ones nose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of Trans fats I have consumed over the years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's Novena has granted my every wish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO YOU I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr.. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put 'Under God' on their cans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer use Saran Wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face.. Disfiguring me for life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer receive packages from UPS or Fed Ex since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army. &lt;br /&gt;I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE I can't ever pick up $5.00 dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a kid napper waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.  &lt;br /&gt;I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because water splashes over 6 ft. out of the commode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do any gardening because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the brown recluse and my hand will fall off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. Tomorrow afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbors' ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician . . . &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way..... &lt;br /&gt;A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.. Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-292780464257362234?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/292780464257362234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-want-to-thank-all-of-you-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/292780464257362234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/292780464257362234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-want-to-thank-all-of-you-for.html' title='I just want to thank all of you for your educational e-mails over the past year.-unknown'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-7474590329127776498</id><published>2009-09-14T15:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:17:25.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated truth be told Thursday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sq7A1WZ9rOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dMmC7V50oMQ/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sq7A1WZ9rOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dMmC7V50oMQ/s400/DSC01222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381450627534400738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO things got a little busy and  I didn't do my thursday post so here it is.Truth be told I cried like a baby in the movie My sisters Keeper.I have never cried like that in a movie very good movie but very sad and ps don't watch it with your sister you will cry twice as hard!&lt;br /&gt;-Notice the swollen eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-7474590329127776498?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/7474590329127776498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/09/belated-truth-be-told-thursday_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7474590329127776498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7474590329127776498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/09/belated-truth-be-told-thursday_14.html' title='Belated truth be told Thursday...'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sq7A1WZ9rOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dMmC7V50oMQ/s72-c/DSC01222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-8159425867848876994</id><published>2009-09-14T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:12:24.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated truth be told Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-8159425867848876994?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/8159425867848876994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/09/belated-truth-be-told-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8159425867848876994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8159425867848876994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/09/belated-truth-be-told-thursday.html' title='Belated truth be told Thursday'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-1175967397335427973</id><published>2009-09-08T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:16:28.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a laugh for Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SqaDUaoeGAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JvlywrMqhTA/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SqaDUaoeGAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JvlywrMqhTA/s400/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379131191710324738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SqaDT3Zh6-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/9_mTa48Ix6E/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SqaDT3Zh6-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/9_mTa48Ix6E/s400/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379131182252420066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted this car a t Alphagraphics ...hiliarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-1175967397335427973?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/1175967397335427973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-laugh-for-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1175967397335427973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1175967397335427973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-laugh-for-tuesday.html' title='Just a laugh for Tuesday'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SqaDUaoeGAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JvlywrMqhTA/s72-c/DSC01224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-2803491406843516144</id><published>2009-09-03T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:08:04.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth be told Thursday....</title><content type='html'>I am going to start a truth be told Thursday and reveal something i have done (good or bad)So here it goes "Truth be told" I hit one of these puppies....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sp_biHMtoAI/AAAAAAAAAUM/tXTu_XpWSJc/s1600-h/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sp_biHMtoAI/AAAAAAAAAUM/tXTu_XpWSJc/s400/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377257859198066690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sp_bhjA8m9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/0Dh9KRSTJs0/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sp_bhjA8m9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/0Dh9KRSTJs0/s400/DSC01208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377257849485040594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sp_bhHVaV-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Ace-Qciah1k/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sp_bhHVaV-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Ace-Qciah1k/s400/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377257842054682594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sp_bggfN6TI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Cyl3HeXmpLU/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sp_bggfN6TI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Cyl3HeXmpLU/s400/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377257831626828082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sp_atwdEXsI/AAAAAAAAATs/Tu7DzCYVHFg/s1600-h/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sp_atwdEXsI/AAAAAAAAATs/Tu7DzCYVHFg/s400/DSC01203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377256959739453122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly how could you not hit them when there is a sea of them!&lt;br /&gt;I feel Much better getting  that off my chest.And don't worry no damage was done to me my car or the cones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-2803491406843516144?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/2803491406843516144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/09/truth-be-told-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2803491406843516144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2803491406843516144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/09/truth-be-told-thursday.html' title='Truth be told Thursday....'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sp_biHMtoAI/AAAAAAAAAUM/tXTu_XpWSJc/s72-c/DSC01202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-3875369049090053031</id><published>2009-09-01T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:30:48.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe I haven’t even been to Zeppe’s all summer!!!??? And it is seriously my favorite place! So I went today and it was delicious as ever. I ordered half strawberry half pina colda gelata as I ordered the young high school boy taking my order said” No way! I have been recommending that to people all day and you are the first to order it and think of it all on your own.” I said “No way!” Interesting how much I and a high school boy have in common besides our same length of hair. And as I was enjoying my Zeppe’s  I thought to myself that when I die instead of people going to the bar to shots( because I know they will miss me that much) I want them to go to Zeppe’s and do Zeppe shots in my honor. I know random but hey it’s my funeral ….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-3875369049090053031?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/3875369049090053031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/09/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/3875369049090053031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/3875369049090053031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/09/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-434981358785098233</id><published>2009-08-30T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:27:11.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna know how to melt a girls heart????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sps8Miz8R6I/AAAAAAAAATk/34iRE_7b64g/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thoughts of the Day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough, Nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a great need for 'sarcasm' font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the hell was going on when I first saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was learning cursive really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad decisions make good stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier &amp; sluttier every year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection...AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I  am talking with someone I'm terrified of mentioning something they haven't already told me but that I have learned from some light Face book stalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it should probably be called "Unplanned Parenthood".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There's nothing like being made to feel like a fat B before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly laughs everytime I see the "Slow Children" sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think old people should not be allowed to drive or work at Wendy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am irritated when people spell opps instead of oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel a  little more like a freak when I see someone walking down the street that looks familiar and I realize where I know them...from that blog I check every other day that I randomly found through 120 other blogs (But hey their engagement pictures were way cute:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-4649738854234031733?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/4649738854234031733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-who-wrote-this-but-this-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4649738854234031733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4649738854234031733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-who-wrote-this-but-this-is.html' title='I don&apos;t know who wrote this but this is soooo ME!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-7144799609975074742</id><published>2009-07-30T20:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:50:41.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SnJnTuQ37iI/AAAAAAAAATE/B702w4EEIlw/s400/rihanna-kate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364463694685662754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SnJnTgcBhiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Bzi8K9YWsOM/s1600-h/tyra-kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SnJnTgcBhiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Bzi8K9YWsOM/s400/tyra-kate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364463690974332450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SnJnTfQcchI/AAAAAAAAAS0/77JUTkfyj6s/s1600-h/lopez-kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SnJnTfQcchI/AAAAAAAAAS0/77JUTkfyj6s/s400/lopez-kate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364463690657329682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SnJnTG4A5PI/AAAAAAAAASs/YPHfZ9jpxTw/s1600-h/reese-kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SnJnTG4A5PI/AAAAAAAAASs/YPHfZ9jpxTw/s400/reese-kate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364463684112409842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SnJmIpBU1JI/AAAAAAAAASk/eTk9P6S4Y3Q/s1600-h/amd_kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SnJmIpBU1JI/AAAAAAAAASk/eTk9P6S4Y3Q/s400/amd_kate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364462404788081810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first spotted this disaster at the classic mom store...Joann’s ...and it has happen the Kate Gosselin hair has hit and it has hit hard. After my first backwards mullet spotted I spotted 3 more mom's with this haircut! Please ladies! Tell me this business in the back and party in the front do’ is not attractive, dare I say desirable???? …NO not attractive!  Every time I see that woman on TV. I want to take a razor and piece the heck out of  that front right piece. Please spare yourself from repeat humiliation and please spare me from having to cut this awkward haircut on you….I can’t just picture it now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy- “so how are we cutting your hair today”?&lt;br /&gt;Client- “You know that mom who has the 8 kids and ex husband named  Jon?”&lt;br /&gt;”I want that cut …you know Marine-buzzed up the back, newly spiked on top, with a long chunk of bangs.”&lt;br /&gt; I may be forced to give the client what they want but  secretly in my head I will be thinking…U.G.L.Y. that hair ain’t got no alibi, YA YA it’s Ugly. (Bet ya 5 bucks that song just got stuck in your head ;)&lt;br /&gt;-And the pictures are just some eye candy ...Warning not everyone can pull this hair off ...not even Rhianna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-562092597723781205?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/562092597723781205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/562092597723781205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/562092597723781205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-happened.html' title='IT&quot;S HAPPENED!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SnJnTuQ37iI/AAAAAAAAATE/B702w4EEIlw/s72-c/rihanna-kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-8354422554533416394</id><published>2009-06-22T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:54:03.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He says...</title><content type='html'>I laugh like this .... i beg to differ :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sj_vR8NCYHI/AAAAAAAAASI/DXtU2-_Qdzw/s1600-h/DSC01150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sj_vR8NCYHI/AAAAAAAAASI/DXtU2-_Qdzw/s400/DSC01150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350257973837062258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-8354422554533416394?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/8354422554533416394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-says.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8354422554533416394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8354422554533416394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-says.html' title='He says...'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sj_vR8NCYHI/AAAAAAAAASI/DXtU2-_Qdzw/s72-c/DSC01150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-4685644960858429964</id><published>2009-06-22T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:10:03.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sj_zD_ajwGI/AAAAAAAAASY/tP5RGhragk8/s1600-h/2009+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sj_zD_ajwGI/AAAAAAAAASY/tP5RGhragk8/s400/2009+128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350262132227424354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sj_zDpofSAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yp7ULc0C6Hs/s1600-h/2009+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sj_zDpofSAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yp7ULc0C6Hs/s400/2009+127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350262126380271618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sj_uYPZpYYI/AAAAAAAAASA/e6GTiynSrds/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sj_uYPZpYYI/AAAAAAAAASA/e6GTiynSrds/s400/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350256982557811074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sj_uX85xV9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/vSW9dm8jWCs/s1600-h/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sj_uX85xV9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/vSW9dm8jWCs/s400/DSC01148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350256977592276946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true I love love love chocolate! So when I found this recipe on NieNie’s blog for the best chocolate cake ever I knew I had to make it! …and when I say I …I mean Bo I can cook things but he’s so much better at it 31/2 hours and about $17 bucks later here is the finished product it tasted delicious and weighed about 8 pounds and eating one slice will probably make me gain 8 pounds! Non the less it was so worth it! Thanks Bo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-4685644960858429964?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/4685644960858429964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-heart-choclate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4685644960858429964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4685644960858429964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-heart-choclate.html' title='I heart chocolate'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sj_zD_ajwGI/AAAAAAAAASY/tP5RGhragk8/s72-c/2009+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-2881407828719196405</id><published>2009-06-18T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:38:56.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of unfortunate events….</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It all started when I went shopping at Ross (which we all know most disasters happen when you shop there) while browsing the merchandise I spotted a girl holding a really cute buckle imitation shirt, I tracked down the rack and bought 2 shirts they were longer shirts and were pretty darn cute. Later that night I tried them on again to find the front was a little longer than the back. Now if you have ever shopped at Ross this is probably not that uncommon, Ross is the only store that you would find the crotch of the pants missing the whole zipper area or one arm of a jacket is shorter than the other arm, so I didn’t think to much of it but It still bothered me and the more I looked at it the more I noticed that the front was a little baggier than the rest of the shirt so I took a gander at the tag and sure enough it was a MATERNITY shirt! Turns out both shirts were maternity(In my defense they were an extra small ) so had to take them back, my mom told me to just wear them but I refused to wear a maternity shirt with our being pregnant plus what if the tag was hanging out or what if my shirt magically came off …um…embarrassing.. Any- who 2nd unfortunate event happen upon taking the shirts back I pulled into to the parking lot to find two girls making out and swaying to Garth Brooks. Really?! when did this become acceptable?!? I’m assuming the swaying was brought on by the two beers and the bouquet of flowers on the trunk …and who knows what brought on Garth Brooks, all I know is he  will never sound the same  So I tried to wring that out of my mind and made the exchange only to have to cashier look at me in a sadden way that I was returning my maternity clothes, I wanted to say “No lady I did not loose my baby , I just can’t read” but I took the sympathy look and left. (Lovers still making out) 3rd event happened at the mall. You know those plants placed statically around the mall in those big brown pots? Well did you know those things are real??? And that someone had just watered them not sure how It happened but I brushed one of them and the leaf was full of water and dumped on my pants and into my shoes …really?! I called it a day and headed back to work .I haven’t had a series of unfortunate events like that since I tried to defuse my hair but that is another story for another post &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-2881407828719196405?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/2881407828719196405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/06/series-of-unfortunate-events.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2881407828719196405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2881407828719196405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/06/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='A series of unfortunate events….'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-3775002743014724400</id><published>2009-05-28T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:22:40.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"JJJJJ J-ust Dance"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh7yhObXc6I/AAAAAAAAARg/IzX2s3aNwQ8/s1600-h/DSC01081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh7yhObXc6I/AAAAAAAAARg/IzX2s3aNwQ8/s400/DSC01081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340972860730471330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh7yg8lm8gI/AAAAAAAAARY/gZ5OnnA8-t4/s1600-h/DSC01082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh7yg8lm8gI/AAAAAAAAARY/gZ5OnnA8-t4/s400/DSC01082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340972855941591554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh7ygWrqEgI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zlk_I7AzyI4/s1600-h/DSC01084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh7ygWrqEgI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zlk_I7AzyI4/s400/DSC01084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340972845766414850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh7ygMQWANI/AAAAAAAAARI/C1uhoVfUClU/s1600-h/DSC01086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh7ygMQWANI/AAAAAAAAARI/C1uhoVfUClU/s400/DSC01086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340972842967498962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh7yfogwzwI/AAAAAAAAARA/db-I_1WSSMk/s1600-h/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh7yfogwzwI/AAAAAAAAARA/db-I_1WSSMk/s400/DSC01087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340972833372688130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute are these girls?! I love seeing these girls bust a move. Plain City dance recital will never be the same. For months we have seen them show off the latest dance moves from: “Jump Jump Shake your boo-tae" to the footloose original "Please Wool-ees pull me up from my Knees" and it all paid off they did an awesome job and even threw in some spice of their own. Aly and I gave them each a bag of gummy life savers and a note that said GREAT JOB! We walked from the gym to the library a mere 30 feet, by the time we got to the library Joce had eaten the whole bag of gummy lifesavers, apparently if you don't eat them all you have to share with others. (smart girl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-3775002743014724400?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/3775002743014724400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/05/jjjjj-j-ust-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/3775002743014724400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/3775002743014724400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/05/jjjjj-j-ust-dance.html' title='&quot;JJJJJ J-ust Dance&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh7yhObXc6I/AAAAAAAAARg/IzX2s3aNwQ8/s72-c/DSC01081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-7157506506473320877</id><published>2009-05-28T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:56:00.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY HAIR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh6x3oIDlaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/iZg2UG98V3k/s1600-h/DSC01123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh6x3oIDlaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/iZg2UG98V3k/s400/DSC01123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340901777330116002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh6x3Xim8HI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZPnsPGL_t-4/s1600-h/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh6x3Xim8HI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZPnsPGL_t-4/s400/DSC01122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340901772878082162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh6x3De_m9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/VS4O7gcNYqg/s1600-h/DSC01121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh6x3De_m9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/VS4O7gcNYqg/s400/DSC01121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340901767494212562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh6x27dXuRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/VWTdRFAjFZg/s1600-h/DSC01120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh6x27dXuRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/VWTdRFAjFZg/s400/DSC01120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340901765339920658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh6x2ZKQsTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/e9IVnxFjTDU/s1600-h/DSC01118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh6x2ZKQsTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/e9IVnxFjTDU/s400/DSC01118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340901756132962610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had to perform one of the hardest haircuts I have ever had to do yesterday.For five years my cousin Spencer has not brushed,combed or detangled his mane!He called me yesterday and said he was joining the army and needed to cut the fro.Secretly I was thrilled I have been waiting 5 long years to snip those locks.He had started in the morning picking it out and this is how far her got by 7 at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five braids,one pony tail and a whole bag of hair later the finished product...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-7157506506473320877?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/7157506506473320877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/05/body-background-image-urlhttpi342_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7157506506473320877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/7157506506473320877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/05/body-background-image-urlhttpi342_28.html' title='HOLY HAIR!!!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sh6x3oIDlaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/iZg2UG98V3k/s72-c/DSC01123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-6686381848535048660</id><published>2009-05-06T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:44:38.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How does this happen to one ?????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SgHonA_1IaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/s83AGgLUEXU/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SgHonA_1IaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/s83AGgLUEXU/s400/DSC01071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332799190763643298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SgHomj_l5sI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cpW5Q4K7dcg/s1600-h/DSC01070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SgHomj_l5sI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cpW5Q4K7dcg/s400/DSC01070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332799182978016962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..With out one even knowing? How old am 5?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-6686381848535048660?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/6686381848535048660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-does-this-happen-to-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6686381848535048660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6686381848535048660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-does-this-happen-to-one.html' title='How does this happen to one ?????????'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SgHonA_1IaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/s83AGgLUEXU/s72-c/DSC01071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-5414795236105111031</id><published>2009-05-06T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:42:05.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SgHnN3y0RRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4gabEzwU9KM/s1600-h/DSC01067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SgHnN3y0RRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4gabEzwU9KM/s400/DSC01067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332797659284784402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SgHnNgOStvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/61eadhWVF7o/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SgHnNgOStvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/61eadhWVF7o/s400/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332797652957574898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's me or yaz(birthcontrol) but i've been slightly crazy lately and i'm not sure why and poor Bo has to handle it all the time.One particular day i was really losing it, the kind of crazy that if you think of something sad you start tearing up imediately or the kind of crazy that if someone tells you the printer is broke one more time your going to bust a cap on someone, the kind of crazy where your not really loving your body or the clothes that don't fit it;)ya that kind of crazy ...and cute Bo brought me flowers to the salon!It made me feel normal for a minute ;)it was so cute and so thoughtful! Thanks Bo!i got them last week so they are a little wilted but still lovely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if your wondering about the yaz its not to prevent getting pregnant but to prevent my skin from freaking out FYI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-5414795236105111031?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/5414795236105111031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/05/cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/5414795236105111031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/5414795236105111031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/05/cute.html' title='cute'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SgHnN3y0RRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4gabEzwU9KM/s72-c/DSC01067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-1015325546398913214</id><published>2009-05-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:59:40.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby handful</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is a place I have to confess I have not been to in ages and that place is called the..... Dentist yikes! I signed up with a new brown eyed brown haired penny loafer wearing BYU gradate ...dentist and unfortunately he was not the bearer of good news. This news came after a hard core gum bleedin cleaning and some insults about not flossing very well compliments of his assistant ( I didn't like her very much .... until i saw that she had some amazing brown and orange puma sneakers on ,which made me like her more mostly for her taste in shoes) then the penny loafer man came in to ruin my life by pressing that metal poky thing to my teeth and telling me “when it sticks to your teeth that means there was a cavity there”... dang that poky  thing was sticking Like bare skin to leather seats on a hot  day . He proceeded to tell me that I have a handful of cavities that need to be taken care. What the? A handful? Are we talking a baby hand or an LP hand? Or like a baseball mitt hand? I think I will go with baby hand it makes me feel better. I opted to not do the bubblegum (gag) fluoride and take my 3rd X-ray (apparently my mouth is narrow and they could not get a good shot of my rotten teeth) I left in  shame with my travel size toothpaste a new toothbrush and floss...floss....floss... in hand. But not before my insurance was denied due to the fact that Mark (That’s what I call my dad when I’m angry) had switched insurances and did not inform me. So once I worked that out I was really done and ready to head back to work only 25 minutes late. I almost forgot I got a prescription yep that’s right prescription toothpaste to help prevent cavities.... it's probably the children’s blue kind with sparkles that cause blue streaks to show on your teeth, where you really need to brush. “It’s best if you develop good brushing habits as a child…that way you don’t have to pay for it later.” –Dental assistant with puma shoes …Thanks again for not teaching me proper brushing Mark. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-1015325546398913214?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/1015325546398913214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/05/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1015325546398913214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1015325546398913214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/05/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html' title='Baby handful'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-4260121090242669239</id><published>2009-04-28T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:23:35.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So True So True</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nine Words Women Use &lt;br /&gt;You have probably all read this since I sent it to some of you, or you may have received it from someone else. I just think this is hilarious so I had to share for those of you who have not had the pleasure of reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up. (2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house. (3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine. (4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It! (5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.) (6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake. (7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' . that will bring on a 'whatever'). (8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying YOU'RE an IDIOT! (9) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-4260121090242669239?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/4260121090242669239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-true-so-true.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4260121090242669239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4260121090242669239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-true-so-true.html' title='So True So True'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-2468889460229229688</id><published>2009-04-17T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:44:25.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SeixVw46hKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/s-GGLKSb02w/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SeixVw46hKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/s-GGLKSb02w/s400/DSC00835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325701546824598690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SeixV6tHp5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/zLX4fnoaPpg/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SeixV6tHp5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/zLX4fnoaPpg/s400/DSC01038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325701549459482514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SeixVkCAGRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mMo0PYjP0mo/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SeixVkCAGRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mMo0PYjP0mo/s400/DSC01025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325701543373052178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Seiwon6a3mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uE6PJntFaUY/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Seiwon6a3mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uE6PJntFaUY/s400/DSC01024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325700771320880738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SeiwoXYjdSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/T8sN9QdFQJI/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SeiwoXYjdSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/T8sN9QdFQJI/s400/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325700766883869986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SeiwoGXT4QI/AAAAAAAAAOY/M-GHFpFlH5A/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SeiwoGXT4QI/AAAAAAAAAOY/M-GHFpFlH5A/s400/DSC00818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325700762315251970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Seiwn9ikovI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/149UvJnNn3s/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Seiwn9ikovI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/149UvJnNn3s/s400/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325700759946568434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SeiwnmkZ4QI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WvjMowSEMJA/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SeiwnmkZ4QI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WvjMowSEMJA/s400/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325700753780236546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the urge to dig through the dress-ups find the most hideous moo-moo,Sharpay hat and any sparkly scarf you can find and do the model walk around the house??? Or perhaps you like to find an "Adult Camera" and take pictures of your family when they least expect it or just a creepy one of you in a dusty mirror??? How about spending hours taking look-a-like fish face pictures???How about dancing to foot loose with your hot pink Hannah Montana fake hair piece?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-2468889460229229688?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/2468889460229229688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2468889460229229688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2468889460229229688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-ever.html' title='Do you ever.....'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SeixVw46hKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/s-GGLKSb02w/s72-c/DSC00835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-6495789616403768308</id><published>2009-03-27T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:52:29.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAWAII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SdJKMoG2skI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1QunMnVYtts/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SdJKMoG2skI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1QunMnVYtts/s400/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319395690663031362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SdJKL0mzxOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RBdefj5qWEA/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SdJKL0mzxOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RBdefj5qWEA/s400/DSC00914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319395676838413538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1YHyif_bI/AAAAAAAAANw/8IbsZsqJfhI/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1YHyif_bI/AAAAAAAAANw/8IbsZsqJfhI/s400/DSC00957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318003625843228082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1YHgsAw-I/AAAAAAAAANo/spKoJKd6jQI/s1600-h/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1YHgsAw-I/AAAAAAAAANo/spKoJKd6jQI/s400/DSC00959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318003621051286498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1YHcF6dHI/AAAAAAAAANg/2CfgMsLxd-E/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1YHcF6dHI/AAAAAAAAANg/2CfgMsLxd-E/s400/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318003619817747570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1YHPuETLI/AAAAAAAAANY/j6gaRubnmPM/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1YHPuETLI/AAAAAAAAANY/j6gaRubnmPM/s400/DSC00946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318003616496503986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1YGuSSwSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/SJl0jv3E9v4/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1YGuSSwSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/SJl0jv3E9v4/s400/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318003607521640738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I HEART ABOUT HAWAII:&lt;br /&gt;(iN THIS ORDER)&lt;br /&gt;WATERMELON ICE CREAM&lt;br /&gt;-PINA COLADA ICEE&lt;br /&gt;-BEACHES&lt;br /&gt;-75 DEGREE WEATHER&lt;br /&gt;-EVERYONE THINKING YOUR HOT BECAUSE YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WITH BLOND HAIR&lt;br /&gt;-HAWAIIN FOOD&lt;br /&gt;-CHEAP NECKLACES&lt;br /&gt;-CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;-PCT&lt;br /&gt;-MEETING NEW PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;-GETIING LAYED ( THATS ALL I WANTED WAS A PICTURE WITH A FLOWER NECKLACE AND I DIDN'T EVEN GET ONE:(&lt;br /&gt;-HIKING DIAMOND HEAD&lt;br /&gt;-THE TEMPLE!&lt;br /&gt;-GETTING TO SPEND TIME WITH MY SISTER&lt;br /&gt;-HAVING MY SISTER FLAUNT HER SUPER MODEL BODY IN HER BIKINI AT ME ALL DAY!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1Wmj3SUEI/AAAAAAAAANI/wom8htmPvlY/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1Va1t0pFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QLwqEdBwITc/s400/DSC00897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318000654578656338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-6495789616403768308?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/6495789616403768308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/03/hawaii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6495789616403768308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6495789616403768308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/03/hawaii.html' title='HAWAII'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SdJKMoG2skI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1QunMnVYtts/s72-c/DSC00915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-4853624996669053381</id><published>2009-03-27T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:25:53.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWINS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1SD8Bp7uI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bX4xxS-8lc4/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1SD8Bp7uI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bX4xxS-8lc4/s400/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996962600578786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1SDkSnyCI/AAAAAAAAALw/4zO0aNFSJdA/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1SDkSnyCI/AAAAAAAAALw/4zO0aNFSJdA/s400/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996956229290018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1SDXE-TXI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ex61E2BKntU/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1SDXE-TXI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ex61E2BKntU/s400/DSC00786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996952682384754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1SC10Hu3I/AAAAAAAAALg/2QyVqMj2uU4/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1SC10Hu3I/AAAAAAAAALg/2QyVqMj2uU4/s400/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996943753329522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1KsAkjttI/AAAAAAAAALY/VEvWtOIFo14/s1600-h/DSC00783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1KsAkjttI/AAAAAAAAALY/VEvWtOIFo14/s400/DSC00783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317988854922458834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1Krw1JBJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5Elxo-T97ws/s1600-h/DSC00882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1Krw1JBJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5Elxo-T97ws/s400/DSC00882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317988850697045138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the chance to get a hold of my neices hair and have some fun... I hope i'm not one of those cookie cutter hair dressers juding by the last photos i might do the same haircuts on baby girls as i do on boys yikes!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-4853624996669053381?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/4853624996669053381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/03/twins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4853624996669053381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4853624996669053381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/03/twins.html' title='TWINS?'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/Sc1SD8Bp7uI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bX4xxS-8lc4/s72-c/DSC00788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-3569897403682661235</id><published>2009-03-06T14:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:50:34.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Random as always … but for the two people who might actually read this here are a few of my thoughts. I finished reading my book called Uglies .(good book not as good as twilight though) and I have a million hours left in the day to do nothing! I remembered I have a preach my gospel in my desk drawer and I love that book I can pick it up and read for 5 seconds and have already learned something new! So here are some thoughts from the book today.&lt;br /&gt;“If Prayer is only a spasmodic cry at the time of crisis, then it is utterly selfish, and we come to think of god as a repairman or a service agency to help us only in our emergencies. We should remember the most high day and night –always-not only at times when all other assistance has failed and we desperately need help.” –Howard W. Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had me thinking about my prayers ,It also brought back a memory I haven’t thought about for along time…When I was maybe 14 I was babysitting my two cousins at their house we were watching a movie and I heard water running so I went to see if the faucet was left on. I stepped into the kitchen with water running over my shoes! there was a huge spray coming from the dishwasher and I couldn’t turn it off I tried calling my dad all my brothers no one was home at this point I was crying and didn’t know what to do That little lesson from primary popped into my mind… Pray! So I knelt in the flooded kitchen and cried “Please help Heavenly father!” Got up and using my 14 year old wisdom I decided to sweep the water out the front door. (Yes I know I am Genius) I opened the front door and water flooded out (Still crying) I see a neighbor across the street with a tool box he stood there for a second then came running. He didn’t even say anything just ran past me, he ran up and down the stairs till he finally found how to turn the water off with his tools. He didn’t say much as he left either I spent the rest of the night mopping up. The quote fits perfect with this story in a literal sense that rarely had I ever prayed and when I did it was in time of a crisis and the repair man did come I don’t know why that man just happened to have a tool box or why he was standing in his drive way but I do know heavenly Father does answer prayers a lesson I will never forget. I remembered actually praying that night and thanking heavenly father for the speedy answer to my prayer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER SCALE&lt;br /&gt;-Rate your self in each area POOR- FAIR- OR GOOD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Week in Christ/strong in Christ&lt;br /&gt;Not Thankful/Full of thanks&lt;br /&gt;Mind not focused/focused&lt;br /&gt;Repetitious/Focus on today’s needs&lt;br /&gt;Self centered/Mindful of other people&lt;br /&gt;General/Specific&lt;br /&gt;The spirit is absent/Spirit guides your prayers&lt;br /&gt;Do not recognize answers/Confident that god answers prayers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Also I think everyone should use the word spasmodic more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-3569897403682661235?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/3569897403682661235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/03/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/3569897403682661235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/3569897403682661235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/03/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-587100333111794379</id><published>2009-02-25T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:40:20.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY HUH!....</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.boingboing.net/2009/02/25/fish-with-transparen.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-587100333111794379?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/587100333111794379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-huh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/587100333111794379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/587100333111794379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-huh.html' title='CRAZY HUH!....'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-2381703387708375290</id><published>2009-02-18T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:16:19.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZyqypWuWlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UchP3xYPyys/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZyqypWuWlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UchP3xYPyys/s400/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304302248206948946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZyqyF-phKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BPrm9gF1Ia8/s1600-h/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZyqyF-phKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BPrm9gF1Ia8/s400/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304302238710727842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZyojfrv-gI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mhM78uxqB_o/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZyojfrv-gI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mhM78uxqB_o/s400/DSC00823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304299788889487874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZyngwf82HI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bKX67ytrBgs/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZyngwf82HI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bKX67ytrBgs/s400/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304298642352167026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to open up the paper and on the other side it said "Be my valentine" not funny :) my heart calmed down a bit and then we had our candle lit dinner with his sister and her boyfriend little awkward but still fun! Drew made manacotti and it was so delicious! and volcano cakes! he is an amazing cook! then we watched phantom of the opera(which i had never seen) It was for sure my most memorable valentines day :) THANKS BO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please people if i were engaged my rock would be alot bigger than that:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-2381703387708375290?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/2381703387708375290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/02/continued_18.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2381703387708375290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2381703387708375290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/02/continued_18.html' title='Continued...'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZyqypWuWlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UchP3xYPyys/s72-c/DSC00820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-8985672726108417393</id><published>2009-02-16T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:49:56.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZmsdTDUA3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/aXQzwAf2XQ4/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZmsdTDUA3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/aXQzwAf2XQ4/s400/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303459655535821682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZmqaOoCFJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/y1pRvFfJ1B0/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZmqaOoCFJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/y1pRvFfJ1B0/s400/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303457403784795282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZmoSkeqcFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/u-n1BbsFGf4/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZmoSkeqcFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/u-n1BbsFGf4/s400/DSC00830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303455073188868178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines night Bo picked me up around 5 and drove me to his house he wouldn't tell me what we were doing! ...So we walk into his house and there are flowers and a sign that says will you... my heart stopped and then it started beating really really fast!And I may have peed my pants just a little... I about died I didn't know what to say except "Thats not funny."He didn't say anything either he just smiled!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-8985672726108417393?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/8985672726108417393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8985672726108417393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8985672726108417393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-you.html' title='Will You.....'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SZmsdTDUA3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/aXQzwAf2XQ4/s72-c/DSC00831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-4979338273622154732</id><published>2009-02-05T19:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:34:28.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is she HOTT or what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SYu5nhSJu5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/wzI0-IGgYjM/s1600-h/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/_SPSSct_AA7g/SYu5nhSJu5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/wzI0-IGgYjM/s320/DSC00716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299533475132062610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SYu5nK6uchI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Dznlg53h_ZI/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/_SPSSct_AA7g/SYu5nK6uchI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Dznlg53h_ZI/s320/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299533469128225298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SYu5m3CWV4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/andyPjcKwWk/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/_SPSSct_AA7g/SYu5m3CWV4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/andyPjcKwWk/s320/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299533463791490946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SYu5migTwaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9yxvMi7ryso/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/_SPSSct_AA7g/SYu5migTwaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9yxvMi7ryso/s320/DSC00729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299533458280006050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my sister Becca is a babe! she is 23 years, super model skinny and  tall with green eyes ,lucious long hair a registered nurse.(what more could you ask for)She likes long walks on the beach and romantical dinners...ok i don't think she would be into that but i do know she would kill me if she knew i was posting this lucky for me she doesn't have the time to blog/blogstock all night! mwahahah :) but seriously she is one of my best friends and i love her to pieces...and if you feel inspired to share these photos whith some TALL handsome young man who likes rock climbing skiing boating or anything adventurous please feel free ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-4979338273622154732?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/4979338273622154732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-she-hott-or-what_05.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4979338273622154732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4979338273622154732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-she-hott-or-what_05.html' title='Is she HOTT or what?'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SYu5nhSJu5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/wzI0-IGgYjM/s72-c/DSC00716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-2945669531731330338</id><published>2009-02-05T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:53:30.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged to do this on face book and thought it would be fun to do it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I get queasy when people talk about blood, veins a cut or anything. I have a very weak stomach, I cry every time I get my blood drawn. If someone were to talk about how they cut their finger I would hold my finger I react to whatever they are talking about as if it is hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have zero aim and coordination I couldn’t shoot a basketball and make it in the hoop if I wanted too! I can not keep a beat either.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have secretly always wanted to be a dance teacher but once again I have no rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have been skydiving, and loved it! And would do it again, but not bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;5. I turn red when I am embarrassed or flustered, and hate it!&lt;br /&gt;6. I like to be loved and love others, I feel loved through touch (such at hugs and back tickles and holding hands ) &lt;br /&gt;7. I wish I was a better friend and more outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;8. I was an SBO in middle school and at the OWATC&lt;br /&gt;9. I can crochet and like too but can’t find time to do it, I am currently trying to learn to sew.&lt;br /&gt;10. My dream job would be to serve people all day in an orphanage or another country I would love it!&lt;br /&gt;11. I love time with family, and I love kids and especially babies!&lt;br /&gt;12. I love shopping and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;13. I sweat when I do hair because I’m so intense and passionate about it ( sorry I know its gross)&lt;br /&gt;14. I don’t like jumping on the tramp it feels like my brain is being bounced out of place&lt;br /&gt;15. I have a hard time getting along with people who are not funny or who do not understand my sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;16. I have a bad habit of judging people and gossiping … I find the people I judge the most when I first meet them end up being the coolest people and some of my best friends&lt;br /&gt;17. I just learned about a week ago that boys don’t use toilet paper after pee…which brings me to... I am very naïve  &lt;br /&gt;18. I have very fair skin and freckles like a red head… and sometimes a temper like a red head too.&lt;br /&gt;19. For some reason I can do my laundry but cannot take it back upstairs to my room, or take my shoes up I leave them at the bottom of the stairs I don’t know why but it is the hardest thing for me I will even walk up the stairs and past them several times and still not pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;20. Bleach is my favorite smell because it is clean!&lt;br /&gt;21. I listen to music all the time and I sing really loud to it in the car and sometimes dance…not gonna lie &lt;br /&gt;22. I hate contention it makes me have anxiety and I feel sick to my stomach when other people fight or even argue.&lt;br /&gt;23. I am terrible at making decisions my biggest fear is that I will make the wrong decision when it comes to careers, marriage or anything else. I will order a salad with three different dressings on the side just because I don’t want to make a wrong decision.&lt;br /&gt;24. When I write I get really close to the paper, I guess another thing I am intense about.&lt;br /&gt;25. Sunday is my favorite day of the week because it’s my only day off and I get to go to church I love church!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-2945669531731330338?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/2945669531731330338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2945669531731330338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/2945669531731330338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random things about me'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-1388340719281790389</id><published>2009-01-23T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:14:52.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do YoU kNoW wHaT cOloR yOu ArE?</title><content type='html'>I did it..i took the color code test ...and if you have as much time to waste as i do you will probably read my results :)&lt;br /&gt;yellows need to look good socially, and friendships command a high priority in their lives. yellows are happy, articulate, engaging of others and crave adventure. Easily distracted, they can never sit still for long. They embrace each day in the "present tense" and choose people who, like themselves, enjoy a curious nature. yellows are charismatic, spontaneous, and positive; but can also be irresponsible, obnoxious, and forgetful. When you deal with a YELLOW, take a positive, upbeat approach and promote light-hearted, creative, and fun interactions. Yellows (Motive: Fun)&lt;br /&gt;yellows are motivated by Fun. They are inviting and embrace life as a party that they're hosting. They love playful interaction and can be extremely sociable. They are highly persuasive and seek instant gratification. yellows need to be adored and praised. While yellows are carefree, they are sensitive and highly alert to others' agendas to control them. yellows typically carry within themselves the gift of a good heart&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you consistently act true to behaviors associated with your yellow driving Core Motive? &lt;br /&gt;This has to do with the level to which you value and accept yourself. Sometimes life, societal events, and/or our own biases can cause us to try to be someone we're not. For instance, being yellow and acting otherwise is like being a runner who was told they could run faster racing in cowboy boots than their running shoes. No matter how hard they tried, they would not be nearly as fast as they could be by using the proper gear. While this may seem like a far-fetched example, it's not too distant from the truth; when we act like something we're not, we can never get as far as we would if we first accepted ourselves for who we innately are and then began to work on personal improvement.&lt;br /&gt;Success in life hinges upon accepting the truths in life, and acting accordingly. Wake up! Stop thinking that you are somehow special and therefore exempt from life's absolute truths. You can no more wish life to be different than a dreary traveler can wish away a mountain that may be impeding his or her path. It will never happen in this lifetime so give it up and accept that certain truths remain intact for every legitimate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;One of those absolute truths is that we are NOT born equal. We have to realize that we all come in different packages and must learn to value the difference. Only humans find it necessary to compare themselves to others. It's great if you're using the comparison as a measure of what you could learn to do better or appreciate about what someone else brings to the relationship. All too often, however, that's not the case, and the comparison is forged out of insecurity and indelibly comes at someone's expense, including your own.&lt;br /&gt;To confront the truth you must first face yourself. Your self-awareness is a critical component for seeing the truth and accepting its "absolute" nature in your life. Your ability to see yourself accurately requires an accurate self-assessment of your strengths and limitations as well as how they impact your life and the lives of those around you. Ironically, the more you like, value and accept yourself, the more willing you are to acknowledge your limitations as well as embracing your strengths.&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, people do not see who you are inside, they see you for what you are on the outside-your work.&lt;br /&gt;Doing your work is vital to getting over yourself because it entails accepting that being a yellow isn't necessarily the standard that everyone should seek to attain. You must develop the discipline to value the strengths of the other colors and seek to cultivate them yourself, if you want to achieve true success in life.&lt;br /&gt;You are 100% Responsible for the Success of Your Relationships&lt;br /&gt;To recap, you have learned that your motive came with you at birth, and that you personally are motivated by . You identified your innate strengths and limitations as a core yellow and evaluated your secondary motive traits as a red. You learned that to experience the most fulfilled life, and to embark on your journey of self-improvement, you must first become congruent with yourself by identifying and acting in harmony with your innate personality. You know that once you have mastered the concept of congruence, you are ready to move on to developing your character, or further developing strengths outside of your core yellow. &lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that self-improvement is a process, not an event, and takes time to master. With persistence, 100% responsibility, and assistance from those around you who care about you, you can soon walk the Charactered path and embrace more meaningful relationships. Best of luck to you on the journey of personal development, Amy, and congratulations for completing the first step!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-1388340719281790389?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/1388340719281790389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-know-what-color-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1388340719281790389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1388340719281790389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-know-what-color-you-are.html' title='Do YoU kNoW wHaT cOloR yOu ArE?'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-6631182294350807332</id><published>2009-01-22T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:37:20.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-DAY</title><content type='html'>Not gonna lie i don't like it...It is my least favorite holiday, Not because i'm against love but because i'm against stuffed animals and gross heart candy.I get this angry feeling in my heart when i see that they have put the Valentines stuff up after christmas, i despise those little gorillas who sing wil'thang, and those not so cute big bears with boxes of chocolates... but i guess i can't complain about everything about valentines day there are a few things i like ... Tradition is at our house that we wake up to pink milk and the smell of meatloaf for as long as i can remeber the one and only day that we ever eat meatloaf is on Valentines day in a heart shaped pan :) and our bed is always made with a valentine and some treat on our pillow when we come home... and also Valentines day means more production of chocolate and if you know me at all you know chocolate is my best friend chocolate always loves you back and is always there when you need it:) So it may be a little early to complain about this upcoming holiday but i'm just gearing up for it ... Then again i do have a bo to share it with so it may not be that bad this year just as long as i don't recieve any stuffed animal or a half heart necklace that says &lt;br /&gt;" Best friends forever"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-6631182294350807332?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/6631182294350807332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/01/v-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6631182294350807332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/6631182294350807332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/01/v-day.html' title='V-DAY'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-8959636869315775455</id><published>2009-01-06T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:47:26.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think there is no good in the world....</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Darn snow! Ok actually I like the snow I am just not a good driver in it, I will be the first to admit that. I tend to freak out when my car starts sliding I don’t drive by barriers or semi’s because I always think I am going to crash into them, I have anxiety when I have to change lanes I stop a mile before any red light. the whole time I am driving I think of what I would do if I got stranded in a snow storm or how I would clean a wound from a car injury, I know I’m crazy. So I have done fairly well this winter except for last night driving home from my sisters house I made it from Farmington to south Ogden and then it was icy and I slipped a little then a little more and a little more until I was slid into a little snow pile off the side of the road. Not to far into it and no damage to me or my car but deep enough that I was stuck!and before I could even get out of my car there was a man at my window and I noticed three cars had pulled over to help me three strangers a girl my age a boy my age and a mid 30’s man they instantly started digging around my car I was amazed that these people would stop and be so willing to help me and they didn’t even judge me for wearing sweat pants a huge white puffy furry coat white socks and black slip on shoes smeared make-up hair slicked back no question, unfortunately  my car was stuck but fortunately they had a rope that they tied to their truck and pulled me out. I wanted to pay them or give them something or do anything but all I could do was thank them and thank them and that’s all they would accept they all asked if I was ok and followed me almost all the way home, Maybe because I looked like a hobo and they wanted to make sure I had a home .Just when you think there isn’t good in the world people surprise you and have a heart. And are helpful to a complete stranger. I truly believe everyone has goodness in them it just shines more when they are put in a situation to shine. I probably will never see those people again but I learned a lot from them last night to be more giving to help those in need to not judge to thank my heavenly father for my safety and gratitude for kind people. (Oh  p.s. if you read this don’t tell my mom she will think I am reckless lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-8959636869315775455?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/8959636869315775455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-when-you-think-there-is-no-good-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8959636869315775455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8959636869315775455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-when-you-think-there-is-no-good-in.html' title='Just when you think there is no good in the world....'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-6708157894647074527</id><published>2008-12-26T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:01:25.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SVV2famvamI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Y1MOk1DY6J0/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the odds that my dad read my blog..yikes apparently my brother thought it was funny and showed it to him (Bubba has been ratting me out since i was 5!) but good news my dad thought it was funny and wanted to put it..in ..his..journal? and also wants me to read it at his funeral ...fur sure dad...fur sure :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-4669948291927571766?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/4669948291927571766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/12/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4669948291927571766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4669948291927571766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/12/body-background-image-urlhttpi342.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-4746925427003613950</id><published>2008-12-17T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:52:40.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only my dad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SUnXD5BYYQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/b_awOEEQBr4/s1600-h/Michael+Memmot+and+Mark+H.+Injury+twinsIMG_5877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SUnHs1cQkII/AAAAAAAAAG4/aVf9Z8-W9JM/s400/IMG_5074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280971611142393986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/RedHotByNaturecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only my dad would make a long trip to good ol Scipio property to cut down Christmas trees. And only my dad would find the ugliest tallest bush like shrub/tree cut it down and place it in our living for all so see. And only my dad would place outside multi colored lights VERTICALLY on that bush. And only my dad would not care that the neighbors can see it from the street because it is protruding from the wall out to the center of our living room. And only my dad would laugh and tell us "He wished we had more Christmas spirit" as me and sister Becca are crying in the corner of the room due to embarrassment and the gawking neighbors. And only my dad would buy the hands down ugliest outside wal-mart blow up Santa and reindeer to place on our front lawn? nope! the roof of course logically Santa would be placed on the roof ( no dramatization was used in the making of this post).And only my dad would not fuss if that Santa blew off the roof and the rope holding it down strangled it as it was hanging off the roof. And only my dad would smile and "Say i wish you had Christmas spirit" as me and my sister cried watching our last ounce of dignity/popularity be hung with the Santa and reighndeer.and only my dad would cut his thumb cutting Christmas trees this year and have to have surgery today so in honor of him and his thumb this post is for you dad for with out you I would have never learned popularity is not determined by what decor is on your roof. I would have never learned that real trees smell so much better than fake. I would have never learned that by cutting his thumb open aflack provided funds for Christmas :) (Thanks for taking that bullet).And I would have nothing to write about today. THANKS DAD! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-4746925427003613950?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/4746925427003613950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-my-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4746925427003613950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/4746925427003613950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-my-dad.html' title='Only my dad...'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SUnXD5BYYQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/b_awOEEQBr4/s72-c/Michael+Memmot+and+Mark+H.+Injury+twinsIMG_5877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-1579469465988628716</id><published>2008-12-12T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:30:10.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confirmed</title><content type='html'>Everyone from church has noticed, all my co-workers have noticed, the girls at the beauty supply have noticed, all extended family members have noticed even the Fed ex delivery man  that comes to my office has noticed… so I am just going to put this out in the open so you don’t have to question anymore or quietly whisper your neighbor and stare at me for long periods of time (not that I mind that)…I am coming out with an official statement that yes in deed my hair has not grown 15 inches over night, and in fact I have got me some fake hair. And I know 100 questions just popped up in your head and your dying to separate my hair and take a good look into my luscious locks. So lets dispel some rumors : My hair is human hair real CLEAN hair , it is attached with little plastic beads clamped in, there are 100 stands clamped in, I can wash it dry it curl it everything they don’t hurt but they do get tangle-ee  these are the most common questions and my answers I am doing extensions now at my salon so any questions let me know also my little sister took the liberty to tell everyone at our extended family thanksgiving that I had fake hair before I got there , thanks Aly otherwise that would have been way awkward when they saw my long hair ;) -pictures and more forthcoming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-1579469465988628716?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/1579469465988628716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/12/confirmed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1579469465988628716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/1579469465988628716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/12/confirmed.html' title='confirmed'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-3783669237477260122</id><published>2008-11-10T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:20:26.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall 2008'/><title type='text'>"What to do?"</title><content type='html'>“What to do?” Was the question on my mind on Saturday afternoon as I pulled in my drive way,Watching my cute little nieces trying to rake up all the leaves to make a pile to jump in. And judging by their arm strength and lack of focus from Jocelyn it would take hours! I hadn’t taken a shower that day, I hadn’t cleaned my room, along with a million other things so “What to do?” Build a giant leaf pile or be behind on everything I was supposed to do that day? It only took a couple of steps to the front door for me to turn right back around and grab a rake.In that moment I realized this is what it’s all about! This is what it is to me a mom it means sacrificing a shower and the house work and taking those little miss matched cuties outside to make a leaf pile, because when all is said and done no one will remember that their moms hair was greasy or dinner was at 9 or that no one matched but they will remember the biggest leaf pile ever built and how it felt to jump into it for the first time. I always watch my sisters and am amazed by the things they do with their kids, zoo days probably once a week in the summer taking them all out to Christmas village in the winter. I get tired just watching them! And I always thought why go through all the effort??? But now I know …I know that one day spent  making  a leaf pile will be a memory that will last much more than one day. I haven’t done that for years and it brought a lot more joy and satisfaction than anything else I could have accomplished that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And yes once again my pictures are all formatted in a new post.. for some reason that is the only way it will post sorry:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-3783669237477260122?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/3783669237477260122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/3783669237477260122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/3783669237477260122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-to-do.html' title='&quot;What to do?&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-9043540859242544500</id><published>2008-11-10T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:13:13.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SRiTT5vFhTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EGgFNErmlkE/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/_SPSSct_AA7g/SRiTT5vFhTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EGgFNErmlkE/s320/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" alt="“What to do?” Was the question on my mind on Saturday afternoon as I pulled in my drive way watching my cute little nieces trying to rake up all the leaves to make a pile to jump in and judging by their arm strength and lack of focus from Jocelyn it would take hours! I hadn’t taken a shower that day I hadn’t cleaned my room along with a million other things so “What to do?” Build a giant leaf pile or be behind on everything I was supposed to do that day? It only took a couple of steps to the front door for me to turn right back around and grab a rake, and in that moment I realized this is what it’s all about! This is what it is to me a mom it means sacrificing a shower and the house work and taking those little miss matched cuties outside to make a leaf pile because when all is said and done no one will remember that their moms hair was greasy or dinner was at 9 or that no one matched but they will remember the biggest leaf pile ever built and how it felt to jump into it for the first time. I always watch my sisters and am amazed by the things they do with their kids zoo days probably once a week in the summer taking them all out to Christmas village in the winter I get tired just watching them! And I always thought why go through all the effort??? But now I know …I know that one day spent to making  a leaf pile will be a memory that will last much more than one day. I haven’t done that for years and it brought a lot more joy and satisfaction than anything else I could have accomplished that day."id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267121734334907698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-9043540859242544500?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/9043540859242544500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/11/nyah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/9043540859242544500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/9043540859242544500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/11/nyah.html' title='Nyah'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SRiTT5vFhTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EGgFNErmlkE/s72-c/DSC00652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-8877110234397053243</id><published>2008-11-10T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:00:52.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jocelyn Leafin it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SRiS1Hmz3yI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6oFYNeVKTgg/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/_SPSSct_AA7g/SRiS1Hmz3yI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6oFYNeVKTgg/s320/DSC00650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267121205482348322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-8877110234397053243?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/8877110234397053243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/11/jocelyn-leafin-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8877110234397053243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/8877110234397053243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/11/jocelyn-leafin-it-up.html' title='Jocelyn Leafin it up'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SRiS1Hmz3yI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6oFYNeVKTgg/s72-c/DSC00650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-5001079721450357783</id><published>2008-11-10T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:03:24.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SRh2lICROkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/H9uBfr5sBK0/s1600-h/DSC00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/_SPSSct_AA7g/SRh2lICROkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/H9uBfr5sBK0/s320/DSC00651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267090144394033730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-5001079721450357783?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/5001079721450357783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/5001079721450357783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/5001079721450357783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SRh2lICROkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/H9uBfr5sBK0/s72-c/DSC00651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040140150705573004.post-9115940184820525203</id><published>2008-11-10T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:54:22.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1! 2 !3! GO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SRh1R3xeCVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hR5xhZb_SkQ/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/_SPSSct_AA7g/SRh1R3xeCVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hR5xhZb_SkQ/s320/DSC00639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267088714099460434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040140150705573004-9115940184820525203?l=amyhansen2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/feeds/9115940184820525203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-2-3-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/9115940184820525203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040140150705573004/posts/default/9115940184820525203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen2.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-2-3-go.html' title='1! 2 !3! GO!'/><author><name>Amy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224329936254653874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPSSct_AA7g/SRh1R3xeCVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hR5xhZb_SkQ/s72-c/DSC00639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
