<?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-5815124506580308901</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:32:27.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Marie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-6111376991311356040</id><published>2009-07-10T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:26:43.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENGAGED!</title><content type='html'>I'M ENGAGED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to discontinue this blog pretty soon and just use my joint one with Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaronkirkandamymarie.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-6111376991311356040?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6111376991311356040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=6111376991311356040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/6111376991311356040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/6111376991311356040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/07/engaged.html' title='ENGAGED!'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-7257229956604015942</id><published>2009-05-11T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:50:57.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SgiBVIiwUAI/AAAAAAAAAfI/NWeUXV5zVGE/s1600-h/cornfields.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SgiBVIiwUAI/AAAAAAAAAfI/NWeUXV5zVGE/s400/cornfields.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334655958690844674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I'm home for the summer I am going to be making my posts on &lt;a href="http://aaronkirkandamymarie.blogspot.com"&gt;Aaron &amp;amp; I's joint blog&lt;/a&gt; rather than on here.  Please add that blog to your list and check for updates there!  I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-7257229956604015942?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/7257229956604015942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=7257229956604015942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/7257229956604015942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/7257229956604015942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-vacation.html' title='On Vacation'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SgiBVIiwUAI/AAAAAAAAAfI/NWeUXV5zVGE/s72-c/cornfields.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-4203390352508790788</id><published>2009-04-28T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:57:59.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endings &amp; Beginnings</title><content type='html'>I figured that being home for a week merits staying up late to blog about my final week at BYU and my first week home in Champaign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finals, cleaning checks, packing, &amp;amp; leaving came at me really fast.  I didn't want to do anything but stay up late playing with my roommates to get in as much quality time as possible, but we were all studying so much a lot of time slipped by us.  All of my finals went well, and I took a few nights off to do things like go to the movies with Sarah (Antoine &amp;amp; Spike's night out) and to get ice cream with friends in the ward.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/Sff4LJRglaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/EdLbP_nlmOc/s1600-h/3301_1039787445722_1556610089_30093988_7371116_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/Sff4LJRglaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/EdLbP_nlmOc/s400/3301_1039787445722_1556610089_30093988_7371116_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330001554367878562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My last night I had a scheduled final at 7pm, then I had to stay up late to finish packing and do my cleaning check.  Christy had to go to bed early to leave at 6am but we spent some time in our room for the last time just talking and laughing and crying a little bit.  I love that girl so much, every summer away from her is harder than I expect it to be.  She left a card and printed pictures of us and the roommates on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda &amp;amp; Sarah kept me company while I cleaned and waited for the shuttle.  I couldn't ask for better roommates. Melinda gave me treats for the flight and a sweet picture frame and card!  Sarah fell asleep on the couch and didn't wake more than to say "hi" in a goofy voice when I said goodbye to her, but she woke up soon after Melinda and I left to carry my bags down and chased us to the shuttle!  It was awesome.  She gave me a letter that I read on the shuttle by cell-phone light while listening to the playlist she made me on my iPod for the trip. I almost wanted that shuttle to turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a long day of flying, though, I was picked up by my Mom who I was so excited to see. We talked the whole way home from Indianapolis, had lunch at Steak 'N Shake, and finally we were home.  I was welcomed to a wonderful &lt;a href="http://aaronkirkandamymarie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-its-fly-when-girls-stop-by-for.html"&gt;surprise&lt;/a&gt; from Aaron, and after quickly showering I got to see him!  In the past week we have gone rollerblading, watched American Idol and Twilight, went to an orchestra concert and Acapellapalooza, had a cookout, played volleyball, went on walks, went to church, and started a 1,000 piece puzzle!  Those are the highlights, at least ♥.  It's going to be an amazing summer.  I just can't get enough of him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/Sff4mB-EAbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/c6d30qnGPOs/s1600-h/3063_658277190249_17824729_37467920_3387851_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/Sff4mB-EAbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/c6d30qnGPOs/s400/3063_658277190249_17824729_37467920_3387851_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330002016263733682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-4203390352508790788?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4203390352508790788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=4203390352508790788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/4203390352508790788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/4203390352508790788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/04/endings-beginnings.html' title='Endings &amp; Beginnings'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/Sff4LJRglaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/EdLbP_nlmOc/s72-c/3301_1039787445722_1556610089_30093988_7371116_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-4290844150912100088</id><published>2009-04-18T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:41:31.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2T5_0AGdFic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2T5_0AGdFic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh this is just great.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've loved this one forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hide your children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-4290844150912100088?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4290844150912100088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=4290844150912100088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/4290844150912100088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/4290844150912100088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/04/scary-mary.html' title='Scary Mary'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-1242794319596230852</id><published>2009-04-12T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:10:56.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Bunnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My roommate and I absolutely loved Easter this year. It was just a wonderful day! We had a photoshoot before church all in our Easter dresses, and Sarah and I even pulled out Christina's famous ears ♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was wonderful- the choir sang two beautiful songs and the first, "My kindness shall not depart from thee," was just so moving. The speakers painted such a beautiful image of the resurrection and the days preceding it, and if that didn't get us crying then watching the end of "The Testaments" in Sunday School did! At the end of Relief Society we had about twenty minutes for testimonies, and it was amazing. Leaving these girls is going to be so difficult to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After church I went with Sarah and our friend Kirsten to Sarah's grandparent's house. Wonderful food, wonderful conversation, wonderful family. It was a lot of fun. I just love being in a real home with a real family. It really got me excited for going home to be with my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ended off the night with talking to Aaron for... 4 hours? Something ridiculously amazing like that. Love that boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NINE DAYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SeLhpU8Eo6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dzWelG8JcGQ/s1600-h/100_8711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324065809616905122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SeLhpU8Eo6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dzWelG8JcGQ/s400/100_8711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SeLhpBks00I/AAAAAAAAAdI/cvTqMBcEn6s/s1600-h/3198_631193586009_17828294_37382320_6715883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324065804418601794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SeLhpBks00I/AAAAAAAAAdI/cvTqMBcEn6s/s400/3198_631193586009_17828294_37382320_6715883_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SeLhpPPjg0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/m_OByt4LfyI/s1600-h/lov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324065808088007490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SeLhpPPjg0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/m_OByt4LfyI/s400/lov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SeLhpEbeSvI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WgE2r_8n9EU/s1600-h/3198_631193576029_17828294_37382318_5394383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324065805185207026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SeLhpEbeSvI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WgE2r_8n9EU/s400/3198_631193576029_17828294_37382318_5394383_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-1242794319596230852?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1242794319596230852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=1242794319596230852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/1242794319596230852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/1242794319596230852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-bunnies.html' title='Easter Bunnies'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SeLhpU8Eo6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dzWelG8JcGQ/s72-c/100_8711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-1495119997253657178</id><published>2009-04-04T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T01:20:18.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iTunes Top 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SdcVmZn1VnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/1OuKrAy-nGU/s1600-h/itunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320745234218702450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SdcVmZn1VnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/1OuKrAy-nGU/s400/itunes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my greatest passions is definitely music, so here are my 25 most played songs on iTunes. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Welcome to my world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stolen- Dashboard Confessional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Black Balloon- Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;T-Shirt- Shontelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once Again- Frankie Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With You- Chris Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here Comes the Sun- The Beatles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iris- Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Won't Go Home Without You- Maroon 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stay- Lisa Loeb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right Now (Na Na Na)- Akon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So Close- Jon McLaughlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time After Time- Quietdrive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kiss Me Thru the Phone- Soulja Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't Speak- No Doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Lover After Me- Savage Garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing- Shania Twain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wouldn't It Be Nice- The Beach Boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turn Me On- The Shins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to You- John Mayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lovefool- The Cardigans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crash Into Me- Dave Matthews Band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Te Quiero- DJ Flex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God Only Knows- The Beach Boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leavin'- Jesse McCartney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-1495119997253657178?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1495119997253657178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=1495119997253657178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/1495119997253657178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/1495119997253657178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/04/itunes-top-25.html' title='iTunes Top 25'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SdcVmZn1VnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/1OuKrAy-nGU/s72-c/itunes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-3188475925438944169</id><published>2009-04-03T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:58:44.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♪With You♫♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems as though life has been pleasantly uneventful recently. It's finally April (although it has been snowing a few days in a row now) and that means both General Conference, and that the countdown to going home is starting to get very real (18 days)! My roommates and I are adapting well to the bad weather with a week long (minus the weekend when we're supposed to be social) movie line-up :). I must admit that I have missed a movie or two because I've been talking to Aaron, but I still love our movie week and am excited for the final days!! Here is our all-star chick flick line up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 3/30: Hairspray&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 3/31: High School Musical III&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 4/1: Twilight&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 4/2: Hocus Pocus&lt;br /&gt;Monday 4/6: Sydney White&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 4/7: Newsies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for graduation on Wednesday, and it was a phenomenal moment. An academic advisor said I am set to finish with my 9.5 credits in the Fall, and all of my scholarship paperwork to allow me to receive money even when I'm technically not a full-time student has been submitted! I honestly had never thought about what it would feel like to graduate from BYU until that day. No matter how much everyone makes fun of it, I love Provo! I lost my iPod in class last Thursday, and today I picked it up from the Lost &amp;amp; Found in perfect condition, battery still fully charged and on the same song I was listening to when I lost it. No where else on Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would spoil you with one of my favorite songs of all time. Chris Brown is totally the Usher of our generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEfmvWU_7LI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEfmvWU_7LI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-3188475925438944169?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3188475925438944169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=3188475925438944169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/3188475925438944169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/3188475925438944169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/04/with-you.html' title='&amp;#9834;With You&amp;#9835;&amp;#9834;'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-1455118345619779266</id><published>2009-03-30T00:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:19:28.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has finally happened; I have discovered &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYSAiK31psg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;. I saw the movie this weekend and my life will never be the same. I watched it two nights in a row and we have plans to watch it again next week. This summer my goal is to read the whole series. How could I have ever been so blind to ignore it for all of these years? I'm so glad that Edward has saved me from that blissless ignorance.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYSAiK31psg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318886326363181618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SdB67uOPUjI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IhF5OOuY6p0/s400/edward.png" 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/5815124506580308901-1455118345619779266?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1455118345619779266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=1455118345619779266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/1455118345619779266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/1455118345619779266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SdB67uOPUjI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IhF5OOuY6p0/s72-c/edward.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-2561502556745286945</id><published>2009-03-23T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:03:20.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I miss passing notes. I must admit I have always been more interested in boys and news from my friends than in my classes, so it's a miracle I graduated! In elementary school you have the "circle yes or no" notes, or the "check the box" ones that are just classic. In middle school it's crucial that you write every note in the full spectrum of the rainbow with your colored markers. These little notes I found online brought back some funny memories. I like the magic girl... it's clear that Owen obviously didn't understand that circling "yes" was the right answer!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScfpldJ2XDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/4MQe6vPdh9s/s1600-h/doyoulikemagic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316474714824530994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScfpldJ2XDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/4MQe6vPdh9s/s400/doyoulikemagic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScfplO7CKFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/i-G3ACN-ZRg/s1600-h/cuteboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316474711004293202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScfplO7CKFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/i-G3ACN-ZRg/s400/cuteboy.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/5815124506580308901-2561502556745286945?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/2561502556745286945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=2561502556745286945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/2561502556745286945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/2561502556745286945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/03/passing-notes.html' title='Passing notes'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScfpldJ2XDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/4MQe6vPdh9s/s72-c/doyoulikemagic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-2761385319101880280</id><published>2009-03-20T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T04:28:22.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy &amp; Sarah Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So basically, I &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sapposita.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She makes our apartment just bubble with excitement everyday! Plus, she's the only one who likes to pose with me in front of my webcam and make videos :). Although I won't be letting you preview any of our videos today, here are some of our best photos from a great webcam photoshoot. We love life and we love each other! (PLEASE don't miss Sarah's face in the second photo!) &lt;img class="gl_video" alt="Add Video" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315197996902545266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNgasQ-d3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/V_mL-kCkwvw/s200/Picture+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315197989757290242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNgaRpahwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0cURkbW3lvY/s200/Picture+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNgyvZx-UI/AAAAAAAAAZc/N3nC1Oqi4ww/s1600-h/Picture+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315198410061642050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNgyvZx-UI/AAAAAAAAAZc/N3nC1Oqi4ww/s200/Picture+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNgylRkV6I/AAAAAAAAAZU/dH-EOg03Vlw/s1600-h/Picture+62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315198407342839714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNgylRkV6I/AAAAAAAAAZU/dH-EOg03Vlw/s200/Picture+62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNgaiOTwtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9oiPp_UQR78/s1600-h/Picture+78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315197994207003346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNgaiOTwtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9oiPp_UQR78/s200/Picture+78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNgapgtBDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GzETPTwPniU/s1600-h/Picture+97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315197996163204146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNgapgtBDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GzETPTwPniU/s200/Picture+97.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315198405990206642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNgygPEzLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/SKclqjwmB_g/s200/Picture+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315197994599263650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNgajr1LaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/lAvmVqu_778/s200/Picture+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-2761385319101880280?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/2761385319101880280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=2761385319101880280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/2761385319101880280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/2761385319101880280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/03/amy-sarah-marie.html' title='Amy &amp; Sarah Marie'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNgasQ-d3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/V_mL-kCkwvw/s72-c/Picture+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-1934679819211457835</id><published>2009-03-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T04:29:44.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Bucified</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During breakfast this morning I was reading the blog of my best friend Christina's aunt and her sweet family. I started thinking about how much cuter blogging will be when I have a family and I can post adorable pictures and just want to document everything! That made me realize that I have never made a post about my family! The one I already have! Haha. I hope I can give you some Bucey flavor here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312746870193677650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SbqrIVt2ZVI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KTxRjq_jpZM/s400/IMG_1536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Linda and Gary are the parents of four BEAUTIFUL daughters :) and the grandparents of three equally BEAUTIFUL girls! We don't make boys in this family. They both grew up on the east coast and met at work. They were married within four months, and joined the church soon after when they had moved to attend Utah State, before any of us were born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is an internal auditor at Flex 'N Gate in Champaign, IL. He is most widely known as "Gare Bear" and "the candy man" since he has gone to church with his suit pockets stuffed with candy ever since I can remember. There are always parents that are embarrassed when their kids call him "the candy man" rather than "Bishop." It's cute. He is obsessed with baseball, especially the Pittsburgh Pirates since he grew up in Pittsburgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is just hilarious. Right now she works for the McKinley foundation on campus as an accountant. She was a stay at home mom until I (the youngest) started high school, and then she worked in the elementary schools until a few years ago. She is so great with kids, they all just love her. She is just about the craftiest lady I know, always pulling out boxes of craft supplies so we can make greeting cards together, or maracas for the nieces. She goes to my sister Holly's house everyday to help her with the girls, and I think that "Grandma" is her favorite thing to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holly &amp;amp; Bobby Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312746864897804354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SbqrIB_NyEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XWpPAMxRMN4/s400/martins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My oldest sister Holly (29) married Bobby in 2000 so Bobby has been my only brother since I was a little girl. Holly graduated from BYU and was my first inspiration for going there. Holly was always a bit of a wild child before she got married, throwing huge parties and dating tons of boys and just loving life. She is definitely the most social and popular girl of the family. Now she is the mother of three beautiful daughters Alyssa (4), Reese (18 months) and Piper (5 months). She is a director for Mary Kay and has her own pink cadillac (she's the real deal)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby is the very definition of MAN. He served in the marines in the infantry unit and was deployed to Iraq as well as Okinawa. Right now he is a police officer, and just made it onto the S.W.A.T team. He works some crazy shifts right now so it's a good thing they live just a few miles down the street from my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312746850270864114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SbqrHLf4YvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/bMaBenZfZVs/s400/natalie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Natalie (27) is the talented one. The rest of us wonder how it is fair that she got it all! She can paint, she can draw, and most of all, she can dance. Natalie graduated with a degree in dance from the University of Minnesota, and studied as well at Cal State LA. She specializes in modern. Right now she is dancing in Minneappolis along with her boyfriend Bryan and is just doing what she loves! Natalie and I have definitely had the most adventures together, including her doing an outrageous interpretive dance in my french class, doing ballet on fire hydrants, and hip hop performances on the church stage. She is the peacemaker of the family, and would solve all of the sister fights when they were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jessica &amp;amp; Jack Kingsford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312746857120927202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SbqrHlBEDeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/H3pF2cPUxKU/s400/jess+%26+jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jessica (25) married Jack this past August, so they are the newlyweds! Jessica graduated from BYU-I with a degree in Psychology, and now she is doing Mary Kay full time with a lot of success! She hopes to earn her first car this month. She is the only Bucey to have served a mission, and will be the only one because we have no relatives that are members, and the rest of us will no longer be Buceys by the time couple missions roll around! She served in the Cape Town, South Africa mission. Jessica is the bold one in the family, and also the athletic one. She teaches spinning classes at the gym in Rexburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jack is our newest addition! He grew up in Arizona, and also lived in Mexico for awhile when he was young. The Kingsfords have only boys in their family, so I think visits to the Buceys are a little different for him! He served his mission in Chile, and met Jessica soon after in Rexburg. He is studying education at BYU-I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those are my wonderful parents, sisters, and brother-in-laws! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family love is great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-1934679819211457835?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1934679819211457835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=1934679819211457835' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/1934679819211457835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/1934679819211457835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-bucified.html' title='Get Bucified'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SbqrIVt2ZVI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KTxRjq_jpZM/s72-c/IMG_1536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-6813102904998160659</id><published>2009-03-11T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:13:08.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must admit I agree sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SbgNDnfRjOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/b2SYAaEmJiY/s1600-h/www.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312010116274425058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 421px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SbgNDnfRjOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/b2SYAaEmJiY/s400/www.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-6813102904998160659?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6813102904998160659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=6813102904998160659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/6813102904998160659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/6813102904998160659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-must-admit-i-agree-sometimes.html' title='I must admit I agree sometimes...'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SbgNDnfRjOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/b2SYAaEmJiY/s72-c/www.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-788439869116720748</id><published>2009-03-06T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:38:34.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; to read. Growing up, my summers were full of trips to the library, and reading on the banks of the lake across the street from my house. My favorite book was &lt;em&gt;Bridge to Terabithia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310191212076257154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SbGWxdU0z4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Koc9WfUsO-Y/s200/bridge+to+terabithia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then college textbooks happened. My major doesn't include any math or science or really anything other than research, so &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;of my homework is reading research articles. It's not that my enjoyment in reading faded, I just lost the desire to read in my free time when all of my school time consisted of reading as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my SFL 333 Adolescent Development class this semester we had to read a novel for adolescents and do a book report on it. I read The &lt;em&gt;Catcher in the Rye&lt;/em&gt; for the first time. The content was sketchy but the style was excellent, and I haven't been able to stop thinking of books I would like to read ever since.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310191204271277410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SbGWxAP-RWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/cJxHaXJKOMo/s200/catcherrye.gif" border="0" /&gt;My best friend Christina and I went to the library today to return the books for our report, and we both got Nicholas Sparks novels. Nicholas Sparks is definitely my favorite author. I got &lt;em&gt;The Wedding&lt;/em&gt;, which is the sequal to &lt;em&gt;The Notebook&lt;/em&gt;. I am pretty positive that no homework will get done until I finish it, so I better get started quickly!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310191200500951378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SbGWwyNDqVI/AAAAAAAAATs/r_m_M5wcP5Q/s200/The+wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Does anyone have a book that they think I would enjoy that is one of their favorites?  I would love to hear about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-788439869116720748?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/788439869116720748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=788439869116720748' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/788439869116720748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/788439869116720748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/03/novels.html' title='Novels'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SbGWxdU0z4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Koc9WfUsO-Y/s72-c/bridge+to+terabithia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-1170238739301579374</id><published>2009-02-28T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:38:28.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron's Visit ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a week! Last Thursday Aaron suprised me and came to Provo on his birthday! He stayed until Monday afternoon, and it was just wonderful. Just seeing him made me fall in love with him all over again, and helped me realize how worth it all of this long-distance time is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole story is posted on &lt;a href="http://aaronkirkandamymarie.blogspot.com/"&gt;our blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those of you who aren't up for a novel, I hope a few pictures posted here will help you understand the wonder of our weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307964091019801682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SamtN83DtFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FZvgUt95YmI/s400/moment2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307964081888524706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SamtNa1_eaI/AAAAAAAAASc/enh4zY6LAPA/s400/make+up+crop+dark.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307964081243620098" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 511px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SZDcDQxIi2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/7qo1NQBpHWM/s400/100_8478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-5562131889100563130?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/5562131889100563130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=5562131889100563130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/5562131889100563130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/5562131889100563130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/02/ward-prom.html' title='WARD PROM'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SZDcDQxIi2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/7qo1NQBpHWM/s72-c/100_8478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-3189051645180749031</id><published>2009-02-05T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:51:22.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--The Return of Elder Hunter--</title><content type='html'>Today is the day! One of my best friends from high school, Jonathan, comes home from his mission in the Philippines today! He will return to BYU-Idaho in April so I hope that he enjoys his time of transition in the freezing Illinois winter after two glorious years on the beach! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299418578160012258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYtRHotVS-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/oeXZwDJ0DZE/s400/P9010430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYtQATkV-vI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cyeKD8hBzPY/s1600-h/P9010430.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-3189051645180749031?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3189051645180749031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=3189051645180749031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/3189051645180749031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/3189051645180749031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/02/return-of-elder-hunter.html' title='--The Return of Elder Hunter--'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYtRHotVS-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/oeXZwDJ0DZE/s72-c/P9010430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-1764384134841700592</id><published>2009-02-03T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:09:24.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYtVdYJ4JgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6irm5LunPZs/s1600-h/blogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299423349719967234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYtVdYJ4JgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6irm5LunPZs/s400/blogging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-1764384134841700592?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1764384134841700592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=1764384134841700592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/1764384134841700592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/1764384134841700592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogging.html' title='Blogging.'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYtVdYJ4JgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6irm5LunPZs/s72-c/blogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-6843474994504537513</id><published>2009-01-31T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:03:15.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AARON IS COMING TO PROVO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Umm... need I say more? Right now life couldn't possible be any better. Sometime in the next two months I will see Aaron! The only question is... WHEN?? I know that he bought his plane ticket but that is all he will tell me because he wants it to be a surprise. All I know is that I am going to be suspicious of every move he makes and every word he says each time the weekend comes around! Seeing him really is the best gift he could give me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's probably time for an oldfashioned "spotlight moment" on Aaron just like in Primary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Aaron Kirk Knowlton....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Is from &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;San Diego, California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Loves wrestling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Served in the Milan, Italy mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Loves doing anything and everything outdoors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gradauted from BYU in April 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is earning a Ph.D in biochemistry at the University of Illinois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Will turn 25 on February 19th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297998284041965202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYZFXozzTpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FBozRWaqtLw/s320/little+aaron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298002725808683618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYZJaLrgumI/AAAAAAAAAO8/obNxSwdEXTo/s320/aaron+grad+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298005327042269746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYZLxmB7UjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LsPNEz5EdSc/s320/n746115028_3109533_2063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298005335046311842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYZLyD2PT6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/ADE44-bRkkg/s320/done.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Want more? aaronkirkandamymarie.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-6843474994504537513?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6843474994504537513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=6843474994504537513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/6843474994504537513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/6843474994504537513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaron-is-coming-to-provo.html' title='AARON IS COMING TO PROVO!'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYZFXozzTpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FBozRWaqtLw/s72-c/little+aaron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-3059464141805895776</id><published>2009-01-30T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:53:41.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah &amp; the Bible Boy</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday my roommate Sarah went to Coldstone and gave her number to a boy working there! We were so excited because this is way out of character for Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day he started texting her. The longer they texted the more things he started to say that made him sound a little extreme. Finally he asked her on a date for next weekend and then gave her this description-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I was thinking we could have my primary class over and act out Bible stories for them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're just not sentimental enough but we think this is definitely abnormal. What does everyone think about this date idea? Is there any chance for Bible Boy to be normal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-3059464141805895776?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3059464141805895776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=3059464141805895776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/3059464141805895776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/3059464141805895776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/01/sarah-bible-boy.html' title='Sarah &amp; the Bible Boy'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-1703340953485762186</id><published>2009-01-28T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:15:11.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail &amp; Found</title><content type='html'>Compliments of failblog.org and foundmagazine.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYFFOwfBtTI/AAAAAAAAANM/7ixS6-1iBW8/s1600-h/jkjj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296590756599936306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYFFOwfBtTI/AAAAAAAAANM/7ixS6-1iBW8/s320/jkjj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYFFOviSb0I/AAAAAAAAANE/99_4jJAeIMo/s1600-h/jkj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296590756345179970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYFFOviSb0I/AAAAAAAAANE/99_4jJAeIMo/s320/jkj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYFF2En1wrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/g20f018kMtk/s1600-h/uio.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296591432020509362" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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Found'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYFFOwfBtTI/AAAAAAAAANM/7ixS6-1iBW8/s72-c/jkjj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-4383077099668009518</id><published>2009-01-27T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:24:22.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Happening Half Birthday"</title><content type='html'>January 26th has been an exciting day for me since I was four! July birthdays get left out in school parties so my mom, the inventive woman that she is, let me celebrate two birthdays every year. When I was in elementary school that mostly consisted of bringing cupcakes and not much else, but since the tradition has grown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was thirteen I moved from Wisconsin to Illinios in May, and so by July my friend base wasn't very big since the only place I could meet people during the summer was church and there was only one girl my age. My birthday party that year was sad to say the least so my mom, feeling sorry for me, let me have a real party in January once I had friends. The accidental tradition thus started Freshman year of high school because all of my new friends just assumed that half birthday parties were something that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really got exciting when I got to dating age and boys would make me treats on my half birthday! Rice crispy treats... cakes... greeting cards... that carried on into college. Basically, my half birthday has become a party for my family and friends and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my mom sent me a package with all sorts of surprises, including birthday plates and napkins, a cake mix, and frosting! That was all the push I needed to have a party. Last night we had a lot of fun- there was cake, ice-cream, soda, and games. It's always fun to have friends from different parts of your life come together and meet each other (and in the case of a certain roommate, get massages from every boy I ever bring home! Haha). I am thankful for my family and for all of my friends who are so supportive and fun. I have a pretty wonderful life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-4383077099668009518?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/4383077099668009518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=4383077099668009518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/4383077099668009518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/4383077099668009518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-happening-half-birthday.html' title='&quot;My Happening Half Birthday&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-1372354386493621965</id><published>2009-01-25T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:59:55.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Christmas Break*</title><content type='html'>Wow- I have been neglectful. So much has happened since my last post that it is very intimidating to think about trying to catch up so I am going to try and make an all encompasing post about Christmas break that will at least help catch me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vacation started at an unprecedented high, as I was picked up at the airport in Chicago by Aaron. We were dating already but we decided in the weeks preceding break that we would wait until I was home to truly be "official" so it was like being welcomed by my brand new boyfriend! We were so happy to see each other. He took a picture of me as I approached him which made me blush a lot. He held my hand as we walked to the baggage claim and I just knew that this was really the start of something. The trip home was really nice with a stop at McDonalds and soundtracks made by me. I was really glad to just have a few hours just to talk and get a feel for each other before landing back in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nieces met me like the whirlwind that they always are. Those sweet girls. I was so excited to meet baby Piper, see Reese running around the house, and hear Alyssa talking about her days at school. I can hardly believe how old they are. I was with them almost all day everyday Aaron was in Texas over break, spending Christmas with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295506284490249234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SX1q6LDj1BI/AAAAAAAAAJM/X0OdSxtX-rw/s320/Amy+%26+Reese.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This Christmas was special because I think it was the last in a little while that we will all be together. It was Jack &amp;amp; Jessica's first Christmas as a married couple, and Natalie drove up from Minnesota with her boyfriend Bryan, so it was definitely a Christmas of couples. I feel like we are all growing up because this was really the first Christmas where all of my sisters had someone very serious, or a husband. I can't wait for next Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295527060854390178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SX19zhCxvaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CneuEvUp3Mc/s320/Bucey+women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A great highlight of break was Aaron and my trip to Chicago! We left one Saturday morning for a trip that I knew nearly nothing about except that I was to bring a formal dress. That made it all the more exciting. After a very smooth trip we went to the field museum and spent hours looking at animals and ancient civilations. I was so impressed to hear all that Aaron knew about things I had never even been exposed to before. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295509000667353090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SX1tYRmpUAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iBJtJe7V0_U/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After lunch at the museum we planned on going ice-skating but just walking back to the car in the freezing wind and the snow changed our minds. We opted for an activity that was inside instead!! We went shopping at a few big stores downtown- I loved seeing all of the designer purses and Aaron loved the F.A.O Schwartz on the top floor. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295507331670363922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SX1r3IGwTxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dLdCNJ6FF20/s320/100_8315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Before we knew it we were running late and we had to change and to go dinner! Aaron looked so handsome in his tux- I felt like we really were a ritzy couple that was ready for a night out on the town in Chicago! We went to a wonderful steak house and after a little re-arranging of seats to make sure he wasn't being exposed to the tv with ESPN showing, we enjoyed our dinner and rushed off to the final event- WICKED! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296251115116214914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SYAQVBXEuoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hLZqdsZixmA/s320/done.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was so fabulous there are not even words. The music, the plot, the effects, just everything about that show is magical. I never wanted to leave the theatre. Eventually we did have to drive home, though, which was worse than you would imagine, taking five hours instead of three because of an intense blizzard in the freezing Illinois winter! It was an eventful trip home to say the least, but I will spare you of the specific details! It was an amazing date- definitely the best I have ever been on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295507332350640626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SX1r3Ko8gfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4ViI8eOThIU/s320/wicked.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was excited to see Mark for the first time since his mission, my best friend from home Michelle, and a few other friends that I was able to see and spend time with. It's always nice to come home and see the familiar places and the familiar faces. It was harder to leave than usual this year. I guess I had another niece to have to leave and a wonderful boyfriend who I would miss too much in the next three months, but it was my mom, also. I had forgotten how sweet it is to be home and to have my mom's comfort and love. She made all of my favorite dinners and desserts, and we had some very tender talks. I feel like being twenty and graduating from college in less than a year has brought me to a level where I can really seek her advice on becoming a strong woman rather than needing strict counsel and guidance on reaching a point where that could even be considered. It really was a wonderful vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-1372354386493621965?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1372354386493621965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=1372354386493621965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/1372354386493621965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/1372354386493621965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-break.html' title='*Christmas Break*'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SX1q6LDj1BI/AAAAAAAAAJM/X0OdSxtX-rw/s72-c/Amy+%26+Reese.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-6642072302960771392</id><published>2008-12-02T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:41:06.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanksgiving was just amazing this year- I don't think that I have ever appreciated the break from school any more. I feel like I have just enough drive now to get through all of the papers and projects and finals I need to before I get to &lt;strong&gt;the big break&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Tuesday night I drove up to Rexburg, ID to visit my sister Jessica and her husband Jack with Jack's brother, Norman. We got snacks from the gas station and listened to some definite guy music. I would have told you that the ride was very uneventful, except that Norman admitted that at one point when I was sleeping he decided to try and see how fast he could get his car to go, and got up to 110 mph before the engine did something funky and stopped. I can't believe I slept through that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the week we had a "date night" where we made homemade pretzels (I made a "love turtle," a capital A, and a real pretzel shape) and played games like mafia &amp;amp; psychiatrist before watching Hairspray! Oh Zac Efron. Another day I went with Norman, Jack, and some friends to play soccer and basketball. I was reminded why P.E was my least favorite period in high school. I have this tendency to shriek and jump in place and do other embarrassing things when playing sports involving balls. One of the boys, Jonathan, awarded me the "Spirit Award" because of my animation. I wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not! :) On our last day we played laser tag with family and friends- it was so fun! My overall score was zero, though, because I got shot so much more than I shot anyone else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Thanksgiving day we went to Jack &amp;amp; Norman's sister Marcela's in-law's house in St. Anthony, Idaho. There were kids, play sets, a basketball hoop, snacks, movies, and guns to be shot! We all had such a good time. We played games in the front yard with all of the kids before shooting clay pigeons out in the field! The guns hurt Jessica &amp;amp; my shoulders a lot, but we both got a clay pigeon! We were so proud. (Don't I look hard core?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275372783692036850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/STXjmL26OvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Yfn6BlYTZlw/s320/amy+gun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After listening to Jack &amp;amp; Jessica speak wonderfully at church and being mistaken as a new couple in the married ward, Norman and I headed home to Provo. It was a relief to be back in the apartment, though, and to get to catch up with my roommates who I had missed so much! Only 16 days until I go home for Christmas now, but who's counting? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-6642072302960771392?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6642072302960771392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=6642072302960771392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/6642072302960771392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/6642072302960771392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/STXjmL26OvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Yfn6BlYTZlw/s72-c/amy+gun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-2550575485585166087</id><published>2008-10-30T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:06:32.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alyssa; Reese; &amp; Piper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQwBgo1QwNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BfbiEXBNZvA/s1600-h/alyssasnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263583724717523154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQwBgo1QwNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BfbiEXBNZvA/s320/alyssasnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First came Alyssa Lynne Martin. She is the sweetest little terrorist child you could ask for. She loves to play outside, walk her best friend Maggie, and spend time with her aunts when they come to visit. That girl loves birthdays above all other days because it doesn't matter who's birthday it is- Alyssa always gets to blow out the candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263583720174905218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQwBgX6N54I/AAAAAAAAAHc/0ieQjDyNMCs/s320/june_14_reese%26alyssa_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then came Reese. The sweetest little girl from day one. She and Alyssa are best friend little sisters in the best definition, with all of the possible violence included. Little Reese is just like Natalie because she is so kind and giving and not because she is depressed :) Oh Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263579267136315762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQv9dLDFYXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-8kZJdj_gsI/s320/preg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We have loved the new baby Martin from day one! She has gotten to do so much already that we'll have to tell her about someday. We are so glad that on Thursday she finally got to see the beautiful world! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263856188506041586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQz5UHik7PI/AAAAAAAAAHs/33N0uHPRbrY/s320/nggshow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday little Piper Lorelai Martin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263582866837099122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQwAus-oUnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/F-XB9i4FLTw/s320/theblob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ps: Although Piper does have Jessica's birth hair, we are very grateful that she doesn't share the other qualities that make "the blob." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-2550575485585166087?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/2550575485585166087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=2550575485585166087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/2550575485585166087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/2550575485585166087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2008/10/alyssa-reese-piper.html' title='Alyssa; Reese; &amp; Piper'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQwBgo1QwNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BfbiEXBNZvA/s72-c/alyssasnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-5570309909142869119</id><published>2008-10-25T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:13:12.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goo Goo Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight I got to see the Goo Goo Dolls in Salt Lake at the Salt Palace! My wonderful brother-in-law's brother Norman had 15 free tickets from his girl friend so there was quite a group. I expected it to be a normal concert... big venue, lots of screaming teens, and lots of pushing. I was very wrong. The concert was actually the finale of a week long convention for the Nu Skin corporation, so all of the executives had reserved seating and they just let a group of people (like us) in for the concert. The only seats were pretty far back since all of the executives were already seated, but after about three songs when we realized that some of the sixty year-olds weren't leaving, we made out way up to the front to stand in the aisles. Excellent view. It's so amazing to me how good artists can sound in real life when running around the stage! They were amazing and sang all of the classics that I love like Iris, Name, and Black Balloon. My love for the Goo Goo Dolls has definitely increased. We ended the night with a trip to I-Hop which was very much needed. I love being in college. It had been far too long since I had a good concert :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261622550593895858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQUJ1R5VfbI/AAAAAAAAADs/r5XD3hcOaLo/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261622553584618834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQUJ1dCYTVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/l3q-tBf3cUs/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261622558330164466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQUJ1utzlPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NJUmCAFIsC0/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-5570309909142869119?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/5570309909142869119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=5570309909142869119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/5570309909142869119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/5570309909142869119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2008/10/goo-goo-dolls.html' title='Goo Goo Dolls'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQUJ1R5VfbI/AAAAAAAAADs/r5XD3hcOaLo/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-8206000646459250926</id><published>2008-10-18T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:12:02.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Midterms are a beast! A full week and weekend of purely studying every night!? Isn't this supposed to be the prime of my life when I throw caution to the wind and act irresponsibly, being frivolous with boys and going to dances? I'll write a little note to Cecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy and I decided to treat ourselves last night to a little break of SCAMPER THE PENGUIN (Which is now in Red Box. No lie.) but Smith's failed us so we had to watch a library movie but it was still fun! My break today was probably going on a pizza delivery in the golf cart at work. I felt so tight pulling up to those freshman on-campus dorms with pizza. I felt like a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing- my History of Creativity professor is crazy. In our book he wrote all of these definitions for situations that most normal people would call... life? If you would use any of these terms to define every-day experiences then I'm sorry for my miseducation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A pyrrhic victory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crossing the Rubicon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parthian shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited for sunday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-8206000646459250926?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/8206000646459250926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=8206000646459250926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/8206000646459250926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/8206000646459250926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2008/10/beast.html' title='BEAST!'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-6127511297422739662</id><published>2008-10-09T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:07:32.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I got a phone call from one of my best friends, Mark Tonkinson! He's back! Mark returned yesterday from serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in the Ventura, California mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can surprise you how much a familiar voice can soothe. Even though we haven't talked for two years, I can tell that Mark and I are still going to be best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQULxS0nGBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gieohXNYIBQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQULxPnKu9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/fxEECejA5XA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261624680284601298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQULxPnKu9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/fxEECejA5XA/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQULw67oYbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ftbJfQGKnTY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261624674733285810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQULw67oYbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ftbJfQGKnTY/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-6127511297422739662?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/6127511297422739662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=6127511297422739662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/6127511297422739662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/6127511297422739662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2008/10/mark.html' title='Mark.'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SQULxPnKu9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/fxEECejA5XA/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-1415333974966706086</id><published>2008-10-03T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:07:42.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melinda's birthday &amp; Conference Dance XXIX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Friday! It's a good one. Melinda is 18!! Christy, Sarah, and I decorated the apartment with balloons, streamers, and a holographic train birthday sign. We are definitely leaving it all up until Christy's birthday on the 28th, it looks so tight! Melinda had a little party friends, roommates and family, and then Christy, Sarah, and I headed off to bed to store up some energy for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253930950509680914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SOm2XOuPWRI/AAAAAAAAABo/a-ZJepfycoQ/s320/Amy+%26+Melinda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SOm5y-BmBPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QDFl0b5WK_k/s1600-h/XXIX+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253934725598676210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SOm5y-BmBPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QDFl0b5WK_k/s320/XXIX+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference Dance XXIX at the South Town Expo Center was the main event of the night. We primped, took pictures, picked up Kirsten, and we four fine ladies were one our way ♥. The dance was definitely a cultural experience to say the least. I think it made us all a little more thankful for Brigham Square dances and LDS boys who obey signs that say "no grinding."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-1415333974966706086?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/1415333974966706086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=1415333974966706086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/1415333974966706086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/1415333974966706086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2008/10/melindas-birthday-and-conference-dance.html' title='Melinda&apos;s birthday &amp; Conference Dance XXIX'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/SOm2XOuPWRI/AAAAAAAAABo/a-ZJepfycoQ/s72-c/Amy+%26+Melinda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815124506580308901.post-3785453396734064112</id><published>2008-09-23T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:08:09.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The creation of a Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last April at BYU-Idaho's graduation M. Russell Ballard gave a talk about blogging. He told us that we should all be bloggers. I don't know if it was because of the joy of hearing an apostle say the word "Blogger" a couple dozen times within a half hour or because I have an inate desire to blog, but I have thought about starting a blog ever since then. Here it is! Now I have a whole new way besides Facebook, to post my pictures and spend way too much time on the internet. Happy blogging! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815124506580308901-3785453396734064112?l=amymarie88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/feeds/3785453396734064112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815124506580308901&amp;postID=3785453396734064112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/3785453396734064112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815124506580308901/posts/default/3785453396734064112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarie88.blogspot.com/2008/10/creation-of-blog.html' title='The creation of a Blog'/><author><name>Amy Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022797019123885480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KBooAgtJxI/ScNujINi8HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iNPkWoBzzu4/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
