<?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-3300102444076745359</id><updated>2012-02-15T00:20:03.915-06:00</updated><category term='Des Moines Christian'/><category term='first posting'/><category term='ruth harbor'/><category term='Jordan Creek Family Church'/><title type='text'>the MAIN event</title><subtitle type='html'>Not to brag, but I do think that the goings-on of our family qualify as The MAIN Event.
  
And thanks to our 2 busy girls, Isabella and Lisi, those events change on a daily, and sometimes hourly!, basis.

  
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"No, he is going to be a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pharmacist!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long that thought has been running thru that sweet little mind of hers???!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-3638402496829716948?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/3638402496829716948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=3638402496829716948&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3638402496829716948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3638402496829716948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-on-lisis-mind.html' title='What&apos;s On Lisi&apos;s Mind'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-104489847806744438</id><published>2008-05-28T07:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T07:29:29.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabella &amp; Lisi go to Disney World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SD1PD12UxcI/AAAAAAAABWE/Q_huOMYVDFo/s1600-h/P1030878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SD1PD12UxcI/AAAAAAAABWE/Q_huOMYVDFo/s320/P1030878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205403671723296194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man, oh, man have I been negligent in posting these pictures!!!&lt;div&gt;Grammy &amp;amp; PaPa (my parents) took our sweet girls to Disney World a month ago, and I am finally getting caught up on my blogging...thankfully Isabella &amp;amp; Lisi are STILL talking about the trip!  (And Grammy &amp;amp; PaPa might still be getting caught up on sleep &amp;amp; rest...hee,hee,hee)  But according to all, it was a GREAT time, and I think they are already planning their next trip!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SD1PEF2UxdI/AAAAAAAABWM/YO1IgrI-BT0/s1600-h/P1030895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SD1PEF2UxdI/AAAAAAAABWM/YO1IgrI-BT0/s320/P1030895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205403676018263506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PaPa with Iz &amp;amp; Lisi in front of Magic Kingdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabella, PaPa &amp;amp; Lisi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I do not know where this picture was taken, but it is just one of my favorites.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-104489847806744438?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/104489847806744438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=104489847806744438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/104489847806744438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/104489847806744438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/05/isabella-lisi-go-to-disney-world.html' title='Isabella &amp; Lisi go to Disney World'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SD1PD12UxcI/AAAAAAAABWE/Q_huOMYVDFo/s72-c/P1030878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-3020834855353831815</id><published>2008-05-27T21:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T07:23:52.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Disney Pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDy_WV2UxVI/AAAAAAAABVM/adEd-rSgOZo/s1600-h/P1030896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDy_WV2UxVI/AAAAAAAABVM/adEd-rSgOZo/s320/P1030896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205245659876476242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabella, Lisi &amp;amp; Grammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDy_W12UxWI/AAAAAAAABVU/Wsy0fv1r608/s1600-h/P1030914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDy_W12UxWI/AAAAAAAABVU/Wsy0fv1r608/s320/P1030914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205245668466410850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDy_XF2UxXI/AAAAAAAABVc/rA0LxxBbEF4/s1600-h/P1030972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDy_XF2UxXI/AAAAAAAABVc/rA0LxxBbEF4/s320/P1030972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205245672761378162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDy_XV2UxYI/AAAAAAAABVk/8oc8PoutYHE/s1600-h/sc00fbc266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDy_XV2UxYI/AAAAAAAABVk/8oc8PoutYHE/s320/sc00fbc266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205245677056345474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDy_Xl2UxZI/AAAAAAAABVs/25k-0ZBRaNc/s1600-h/sc00fbd0ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDy_Xl2UxZI/AAAAAAAABVs/25k-0ZBRaNc/s320/sc00fbd0ae.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205245681351312786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabella, Grammy &amp;amp; Lisi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisi, Isabella, PaPa &amp;amp; a GIANT ant (I think from "Honey, I Shrunk the Kids")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabella &amp;amp; Ariel...signed by Ariel, too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabella &amp;amp; Lisi getting hugs from Mickey &amp;amp; Minnie...and signed by them, too!  (Lisi is in LOVE with Minnie...this is her favorite picture and memory of their time at Disney World.)&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/3300102444076745359-3020834855353831815?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/3020834855353831815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=3020834855353831815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3020834855353831815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3020834855353831815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-disney-pix.html' title='More Disney Pix'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDy_WV2UxVI/AAAAAAAABVM/adEd-rSgOZo/s72-c/P1030896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-2007563347073294494</id><published>2008-05-22T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:54:13.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a 'wickedly' good time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDYxOF2UxTI/AAAAAAAABU8/vTS_eQhGa-s/s1600-h/Unknown-1.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDYxOF2UxTI/AAAAAAAABU8/vTS_eQhGa-s/s320/Unknown-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203400537631147314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDYxOl2UxUI/AAAAAAAABVE/cZXz_Lx40bU/s1600-h/IMG_6613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDYxOl2UxUI/AAAAAAAABVE/cZXz_Lx40bU/s320/IMG_6613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203400546221081922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...was had by Heather, Nicol and I as we enjoyed a hip and de-lish dinner @ &lt;a href="http://www.dolcegroup.com/geisha/"&gt;Geisha House&lt;/a&gt; in Hollywood, followed by an AMAZING production of&lt;a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com/"&gt; Wicked&lt;/a&gt; at the Pantages.  Technically, we were 3 moms going out to dinner before the show, and then home before midnight, but while we were out that night, we just felt like we were 3 friends out enjoying a beautiful evening in Hollywood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-2007563347073294494?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/2007563347073294494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=2007563347073294494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2007563347073294494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2007563347073294494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/05/wickedly-good-time.html' title='a &apos;wickedly&apos; good time'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDYxOF2UxTI/AAAAAAAABU8/vTS_eQhGa-s/s72-c/Unknown-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-6437220657906272014</id><published>2008-05-22T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:39:59.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If my own sweet girls get their own blog post, then so does this sweet Emma girl.  Can I just tell you that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE her!!!&lt;/span&gt;  I met her when she was only days old, and had the privilege of caring for her the first week that she was home.  Honestly, privilege is only the best word that I can come up with, but it does not even come close to how feel about that experience.  When &lt;a href="http://www.hahainlala.blogspot.com"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; was pregnant I loved "zoom lenz" because, well, it was favorite cousin Heather's babe!  But caring for Emma allowed me to fall in love with her, and forever feel tied to her.  The fact that she is just stinkin' cute is a bonus!  Now she can talk and tell her own little stories, 'make tea' for her Mommy and I, and takes amazingly good care of her own 'babies'.  She and her parents are also great hosts when you visit them in CA...I know I will be back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDYrdl2UxPI/AAAAAAAABUc/IVNJ_JJeAyc/s1600-h/Unknown-8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDYrdl2UxPI/AAAAAAAABUc/IVNJ_JJeAyc/s320/Unknown-8.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203394206849352946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDYreF2UxQI/AAAAAAAABUk/sYyrfXP3zHw/s1600-h/Unknown-9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDYreF2UxQI/AAAAAAAABUk/sYyrfXP3zHw/s320/Unknown-9.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203394215439287554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amy, Emma and favorite cousin Heather at their home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDYreV2UxRI/AAAAAAAABUs/L8d-RsqGY6c/s1600-h/Unknown-10.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDYreV2UxRI/AAAAAAAABUs/L8d-RsqGY6c/s320/Unknown-10.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203394219734254866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDYrel2UxSI/AAAAAAAABU0/yToWwuGhhHc/s1600-h/Unknown-13.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDYrel2UxSI/AAAAAAAABU0/yToWwuGhhHc/s320/Unknown-13.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203394224029222178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a playdate at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-6437220657906272014?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/6437220657906272014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=6437220657906272014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/6437220657906272014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/6437220657906272014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/05/emma.html' title='Emma'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDYrdl2UxPI/AAAAAAAABUc/IVNJ_JJeAyc/s72-c/Unknown-8.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-6797396570431768032</id><published>2008-05-21T21:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:20:00.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisi Claire's Spring Program</title><content type='html'>There really is just nothing like a 3 year old pre-school program.  And for our family, this one just takes the cake.  The 45 second video at the end of this post is just a snipet of Lisi singing her heart out front and center.  That sweet, squeaky voice that you will hear belongs to our own sweet Lisi Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTcnF2UxLI/AAAAAAAABT8/XBrNVYYv7Jk/s1600-h/P1040035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTcnF2UxLI/AAAAAAAABT8/XBrNVYYv7Jk/s320/P1040035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203026033662805170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisi walking in and waving to her fans&lt;br /&gt;(Her Mom &amp;amp; Dad, Isabella, PaPa and Pastor Lori)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTcnV2UxMI/AAAAAAAABUE/tduyQUK93dk/s1600-h/P1040049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTcnV2UxMI/AAAAAAAABUE/tduyQUK93dk/s320/P1040049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203026037957772482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella, Pastor Lori and Lisi after the program @ Des Moines Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTcnl2UxNI/AAAAAAAABUM/cOPO6_RAdIw/s1600-h/P1040051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTcnl2UxNI/AAAAAAAABUM/cOPO6_RAdIw/s320/P1040051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203026042252739794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iz, PaPa &amp;amp; Lisi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTcn12UxOI/AAAAAAAABUU/AEOe-RYgYWE/s1600-h/P1040061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTcn12UxOI/AAAAAAAABUU/AEOe-RYgYWE/s320/P1040061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203026046547707106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet Lisi muckin' it up for her Momma on Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cfa991d32d8c8dcc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcfa991d32d8c8dcc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331480037%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D557D868F4796BFC69BD4CF8FF0FB55A8F1699ACE.30F14AE679A22F3F592AF2EF79D40F0A64B6FF51%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcfa991d32d8c8dcc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOebZlIKV4HPwo3Fj1JIFFTXxWTY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcfa991d32d8c8dcc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331480037%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D557D868F4796BFC69BD4CF8FF0FB55A8F1699ACE.30F14AE679A22F3F592AF2EF79D40F0A64B6FF51%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcfa991d32d8c8dcc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOebZlIKV4HPwo3Fj1JIFFTXxWTY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VIDEO...I only wish I had thought to tape &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of the program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-6797396570431768032?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cfa991d32d8c8dcc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/6797396570431768032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=6797396570431768032&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/6797396570431768032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/6797396570431768032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/05/lisi-claires-spring-program.html' title='Lisi Claire&apos;s Spring Program'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTcnF2UxLI/AAAAAAAABT8/XBrNVYYv7Jk/s72-c/P1040035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-4150382527320315729</id><published>2008-05-21T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:28:58.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up with Isabella</title><content type='html'>It has been such a long while since I have blogged regularly, I have lots of catching up to do.  So I will dedicate this post to Isabella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTYyl2UxKI/AAAAAAAABT0/SrTLdHYVxrU/s1600-h/P1040019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTYyl2UxKI/AAAAAAAABT0/SrTLdHYVxrU/s320/P1040019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203021833184789666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the all-school art fair standing next to the 3 pieces of her artwork her teacher picked to display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTYGl2UxGI/AAAAAAAABTU/z-SFTtRvrz8/s1600-h/P1040018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTYGl2UxGI/AAAAAAAABTU/z-SFTtRvrz8/s320/P1040018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203021077270545506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art class on a sunny spring day...sidewalk chalk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTYHV2UxII/AAAAAAAABTk/Fgx6rxoZje4/s1600-h/P1040034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTYHV2UxII/AAAAAAAABTk/Fgx6rxoZje4/s320/P1040034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203021090155447426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming home from school with a Mother's Day gift for me: flowers in a bag decorated by Isabella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTYHV2UxJI/AAAAAAAABTs/OBiNiYuz-m4/s1600-h/P1040067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTYHV2UxJI/AAAAAAAABTs/OBiNiYuz-m4/s320/P1040067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203021090155447442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of Daisy Girl Scouts~ this experience has been a high light of the school year and she is already excited for Girl Scouts in 1st Grade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-4150382527320315729?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/4150382527320315729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=4150382527320315729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/4150382527320315729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/4150382527320315729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up-with-isabella.html' title='catching up with Isabella'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDTYyl2UxKI/AAAAAAAABT0/SrTLdHYVxrU/s72-c/P1040019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1813702878950360985</id><published>2008-05-20T10:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:04:44.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Needs To Be Jenn's Birthday More Often!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was &lt;a href="http://www.jennifermary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn's&lt;/a&gt; birthday, and I cannot remember the last time I celebrated so much!! All I can say is, "It needs to be Jenn's birthday more often!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDL1FTHfn3I/AAAAAAAABS0/RBkVRJ02fQk/s1600-h/P1040133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDL1FTHfn3I/AAAAAAAABS0/RBkVRJ02fQk/s320/P1040133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202489990946201458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An impromptu party at our favorite lunch-time gathering spot:  Happy Joe's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They were kind enough to indulge a Mom's birthday celebration with balloons (weighed down with packets of taco sauce...gotta love a classy joint like that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDL1FzHfn4I/AAAAAAAABS8/0mgiGgSeR6w/s1600-h/P1040135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDL1FzHfn4I/AAAAAAAABS8/0mgiGgSeR6w/s320/P1040135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202489999536136066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then a 'clown cone'...and the sirens, too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDL1GDHfn5I/AAAAAAAABTE/kdJ-UrdqHqs/s1600-h/P1040139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDL1GDHfn5I/AAAAAAAABTE/kdJ-UrdqHqs/s320/P1040139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202490003831103378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisi &amp;amp; Cale with the scary teeth they won from the game room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDL1GDHfn6I/AAAAAAAABTM/F9javNXjqu8/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDL1GDHfn6I/AAAAAAAABTM/F9javNXjqu8/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202490003831103394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ending the day at our house with angel food cake (OK, and a margarita, too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JENN!  I enjoy you and our friendship!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1813702878950360985?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1813702878950360985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1813702878950360985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1813702878950360985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1813702878950360985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-needs-to-be-jenns-birthday-more.html' title='It Needs To Be Jenn&apos;s Birthday More Often!'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SDL1FTHfn3I/AAAAAAAABS0/RBkVRJ02fQk/s72-c/P1040133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-941813776077085682</id><published>2008-05-06T21:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:13:07.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabella's Calculation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Isabella:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mom guess how many days I have been in school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How many?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Isabella:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"161.  That is more than years PaPa is old!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-941813776077085682?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/941813776077085682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=941813776077085682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/941813776077085682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/941813776077085682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/05/isabellas-calculation.html' title='Isabella&apos;s Calculation'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-184981646158794917</id><published>2008-05-05T21:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:06:39.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sickly</title><content type='html'>I have SO much to blog about my time in LA, and the girls' trip to Disney World, but Lisi and I have been sickly since Saturday.  bummer.  Keep checking back; the pictures are &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-184981646158794917?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/184981646158794917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=184981646158794917&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/184981646158794917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/184981646158794917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/05/sickly.html' title='sickly'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-482773650668121608</id><published>2008-05-01T20:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:48:10.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>earthquake</title><content type='html'>It was only a small &lt;a href="http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5juF9iptVmhe4dwRJBI3hp3Lnou-gD90CKNMO0"&gt;earthquake&lt;/a&gt; (4.2), and it was about 1 1/2 hours outside of LA, so I will just keep it all in lowercase.  Nonetheless, I do think it was the 'aftershock' that woke me up in the middle of the night.&lt;div&gt;Fires, earthquake...if it were not for the gorgeous sunshine and AMAZING hospitality, I would think I should head back to the midwest:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-482773650668121608?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/482773650668121608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=482773650668121608&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/482773650668121608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/482773650668121608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/05/earthquake.html' title='earthquake'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-8130778244049608906</id><published>2008-04-30T09:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:54:40.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire in LA</title><content type='html'>If the mountains are not on fire (which they were...just 5 miles West of where I am staying), then iconic Hollywood is on fire.  We woke up this morning to the news that the restaurant where Oceans 11 was filmed, at Hollywood and Vine, has been on fire for hours.  And this is just blocks away from where we are going to dinner tonight at Geisha House.&lt;div&gt;You can check out more info from TMZ.com &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2008/04/30/hollywood-hot-spot-on-fire/"&gt;here&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/3300102444076745359-8130778244049608906?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/8130778244049608906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=8130778244049608906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8130778244049608906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8130778244049608906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/fire-in-la.html' title='Fire in LA'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-6268689182936851500</id><published>2008-04-29T17:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:51:15.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Small World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBe0t2KhpPI/AAAAAAAABSs/9E9ZOCLzrbo/s1600-h/Magic+Kingdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBe0t2KhpPI/AAAAAAAABSs/9E9ZOCLzrbo/s320/Magic+Kingdom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194819394921932018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but it sure is feeling awfully big with our sweet girls at Disney World in Florida, and me being minutes from Disney Land in California.  (And my cutie husband back home just a workin' away.)&lt;div&gt;My parents got all excited at the thought of taking their granddaughters to Disney, and then got brave enough to really go for it...and now the 4 of them are enjoying a magical vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as I am traveling alone, staying with favorite cousin &lt;a href="http://www.hahainlala.blogspot.com"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; her family, and enjoying the sunny days of CA, I, too, am having a magical vacation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I miss Iz &amp;amp; Lisi, it is kind of nice to be responsible for just myself, and when I need to cuddle with a little person, I have Little Miss Emma here to keep me company:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-6268689182936851500?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/6268689182936851500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=6268689182936851500&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/6268689182936851500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/6268689182936851500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s A Small World'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBe0t2KhpPI/AAAAAAAABSs/9E9ZOCLzrbo/s72-c/Magic+Kingdom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-6419996356185948387</id><published>2008-04-27T13:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T13:30:08.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 60th Birthday, Dad!</title><content type='html'>As much as I would love to acknowledge my Dad's birthday in a new and creative way, I cannot think of a way to top last year's "birthday blog" for him. So be sure to check it out&lt;a href="http://amymain.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-papa-we-love-you_24.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of his big day this year, he said to me that driving to work that Thursday morning, he was pretty sure it was going to be a quiet birthday for him. Boy did those around him have different plans!&lt;br /&gt;His office was decorated with signs, pictures, confetti and balloons, lunch was brought in from George the Chili King, Isabella's entire grade sang to him (see &lt;a href="http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-dear-papa-happy-birthday.html"&gt;blog post below&lt;/a&gt;), and when he thought just our family was going out for dinner afterward, he was surprised to see the table set for 18&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBTFW2KhpOI/AAAAAAAABSk/ep76huV2Xs0/s1600-h/P1030852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBTFW2KhpOI/AAAAAAAABSk/ep76huV2Xs0/s320/P1030852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193993266552480994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mark, Mom, Lisi, the birthday boy, Isabella, Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBTDp2KhpNI/AAAAAAAABSc/keED5IsTovc/s1600-h/P1030864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBTDp2KhpNI/AAAAAAAABSc/keED5IsTovc/s320/P1030864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193991393946739922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Dad!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-6419996356185948387?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/6419996356185948387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=6419996356185948387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/6419996356185948387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/6419996356185948387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-60th-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy 60th Birthday, Dad!'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBTFW2KhpOI/AAAAAAAABSk/ep76huV2Xs0/s72-c/P1030852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1468818053338396212</id><published>2008-04-27T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T13:14:55.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dear PaPa, Happy Birthday to You!</title><content type='html'>What do you give a PaPa who conceivable has everything (except that new Corvette, of course!)?&lt;br /&gt;How about a gaggle of Kindergartners singing "Happy Birthday" to him????&lt;br /&gt;Isabella's school program was ON my Dad's 60th birthday, so I asked the music teacher if there was any way that could be acknowledged.  And I have to say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;exceeded my expectations, once again.  Here is a quick video clip of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Alicia got the entire song, as well as my Dad's reaction, but for whatever reason, I am having trouble up-loading that to blogger.&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; totally&lt;/span&gt; surprised by it, and later told me it was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; gift to him:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1dc4920f09eb9345" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1dc4920f09eb9345%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331480037%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D671EBA85A631CE737E62D5E948B29E7EA280DA75.38A2036A7D7B58E1877D5295E88CEBA7425BFA28%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1dc4920f09eb9345%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmHexBVvC3n2BuAFNCa1h1GO1LTI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1dc4920f09eb9345%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331480037%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D671EBA85A631CE737E62D5E948B29E7EA280DA75.38A2036A7D7B58E1877D5295E88CEBA7425BFA28%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1dc4920f09eb9345%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmHexBVvC3n2BuAFNCa1h1GO1LTI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1468818053338396212?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1dc4920f09eb9345&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1468818053338396212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1468818053338396212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1468818053338396212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1468818053338396212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-dear-papa-happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday Dear PaPa, Happy Birthday to You!'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-3896570105098928099</id><published>2008-04-26T20:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:22:43.632-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Des Moines Christian'/><title type='text'>Kindergarten Music Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBPepGKhpLI/AAAAAAAABSM/9uBZOmv4xVQ/s1600-h/P1030850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBPepGKhpLI/AAAAAAAABSM/9uBZOmv4xVQ/s320/P1030850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193739592899077298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBPZlWKhpKI/AAAAAAAABSE/Sx4sx-0igsg/s1600-h/P1030845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBPZlWKhpKI/AAAAAAAABSE/Sx4sx-0igsg/s320/P1030845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193734030916428962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past Thursday was Isabella's Kindergarten Music Program, and as with most things at school, it exceeded all expectations.  The 50+ Kindergartners sang "OBEY" and "without complaining" and "I will praise You 7 times a day", but the one that just blew me away was when all 50 of them recited ALL of Psalm 23.  Had I realized it was coming, I would have recorded it all.  Simply beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Isabella was especially blessed to have not only her Mom, Dad and sister there, but also Grammy, PaPa, Grandma Nancy, Aunt Cindy &amp;amp; Pastor Lori there to encourage her.  &lt;a href="http://www.lorieilers.blogspot.com"&gt;Pastor Lori &lt;/a&gt;was so sweet to bring flowers for Iz, Adele and Macy...love that!&lt;br /&gt;This has been such a great year for our family, and as much as I have documented in this blog, I still feel like I have not captured it all.&lt;br /&gt;These video clips are each about 10 seconds long.  The first one is of "OBEY", and the second is Psalm 23. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5d14a9ade771cbbc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=60b908d0c3457028&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/3896570105098928099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=3896570105098928099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3896570105098928099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3896570105098928099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/kindergarten-music-program.html' title='Kindergarten Music Program'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBPepGKhpLI/AAAAAAAABSM/9uBZOmv4xVQ/s72-c/P1030850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-2553352520579734631</id><published>2008-04-25T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:56:36.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when Bells came to our family</title><content type='html'>Just LOOK at that sweet face!  This was Isabella at her 4th birthday party,  more than 2 years ago.  If you look closely, you will see that while she is 'reading' this book, and cuddling a new puppy named Bells, there are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; unopened presents around her.  She found what she liked...why go any further???&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBKZGmKhpHI/AAAAAAAABRs/rjToGRq2Orc/s1600-h/IMGP1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBKZGmKhpHI/AAAAAAAABRs/rjToGRq2Orc/s320/IMGP1559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193381658914563186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBKZG2KhpII/AAAAAAAABR0/vbvI6FOPwGI/s1600-h/IMGP1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBKZG2KhpII/AAAAAAAABR0/vbvI6FOPwGI/s320/IMGP1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193381663209530498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A favorite 'party pic' with Khanh, Bells, Isabella and Neil...the givers of her beloved gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-2553352520579734631?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/2553352520579734631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=2553352520579734631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2553352520579734631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2553352520579734631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-bells-came-to-our-family.html' title='when Bells came to our family'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBKZGmKhpHI/AAAAAAAABRs/rjToGRq2Orc/s72-c/IMGP1559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-5585935061823778887</id><published>2008-04-25T21:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:59:54.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bells Goes To...Kindergarten!</title><content type='html'>This post is as much for the grandparents, as for anyone. I am SO proud of Isabella...she READ a book to her class yesterday! The book that she chose is one that Khanh &amp;amp; Neil gave her a couple of years ago, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bells Goes To The Fair&lt;/span&gt; by Susan Knapp. It is a story about a (real-life) golden retriever, Bells, who got lost one day as their family was visiting the Iowa State Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBKTm2KhpFI/AAAAAAAABRc/4mgzrCuW4n8/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBKTm2KhpFI/AAAAAAAABRc/4mgzrCuW4n8/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193375615895577682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The book references the sisters in Bells' family, Anna &amp;amp; Sarah. And it just so happens that not only has Anna made prize-winning desserts at the Iowa State Fair, her bakery is located down the street from us in Booneville!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBKTm2KhpGI/AAAAAAAABRk/o0s44tNRA6w/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBKTm2KhpGI/AAAAAAAABRk/o0s44tNRA6w/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193375615895577698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella read the book to her class, and allowed Bells to be passed around to all of her classmates.  I surprised everyone with mini-cupcakes from Anna's Cakes &amp;amp; Crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;This is a 30 second clip of Isabella reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8319a2b70abe39d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8319a2b70abe39d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331480037%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42B178D25454F5B3A40AD741425B50FB4D36040E.443208EFBC0EE0DEB24AA065E287B5AF6A2A15E7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8319a2b70abe39d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuYJ-GUI4MhCgQi9pB-SGg7MgzJg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8319a2b70abe39d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331480037%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42B178D25454F5B3A40AD741425B50FB4D36040E.443208EFBC0EE0DEB24AA065E287B5AF6A2A15E7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8319a2b70abe39d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuYJ-GUI4MhCgQi9pB-SGg7MgzJg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Days like this are what I dream every day of motherhood will be like:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-5585935061823778887?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8319a2b70abe39d7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/5585935061823778887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=5585935061823778887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/5585935061823778887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/5585935061823778887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/bells-goes-tokindergarten.html' title='Bells Goes To...Kindergarten!'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SBKTm2KhpFI/AAAAAAAABRc/4mgzrCuW4n8/s72-c/IMG_0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-5886645812526325269</id><published>2008-04-23T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:14:10.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Anonymous Commenter</title><content type='html'>A few posts ago I really hammered down on my belief that a professed faith in Jesus Christ is the only way to salvation and an eternal life with God, our Father.&lt;br /&gt;That post began an exchange with "Anonymous", and the distinction between faith in Jesus Christ, and needing to have repentance in conjunction with that faith.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that professed faith alone is enough for eternal salvation.&lt;br /&gt;"Anonymous" believes that without repentance, salvation is incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a GREAT discussion, and I invite any of you to join in!&lt;br /&gt;Read&lt;a href="http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-it-is-not-about-you-and-it-is-not.html"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;for the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be clear, I do believe that repentance is part of the life of a Christ follower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I see repentance as a gift (Acts 5:31). &lt;br /&gt;When I realize the need for repentance, and I humble myself to repentance, I am separated from my sin as far as the east is separated from the west (Psalm 103:12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  If this post interests you, I encourage you to also read&lt;a href="http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-un-american-to-say.html"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-5886645812526325269?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/5886645812526325269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=5886645812526325269&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/5886645812526325269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/5886645812526325269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-anonymous-commenter.html' title='My Anonymous Commenter'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-2267822683425671468</id><published>2008-04-23T21:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:21:34.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisi in bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_srWKhpEI/AAAAAAAABRU/A7xBeJ0LiVM/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_srWKhpEI/AAAAAAAABRU/A7xBeJ0LiVM/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192629124809729090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just when I thought this sweet girl could not get any cuter:)&lt;br /&gt;Lisi's pre-school classmates each decorated their own flower with a picture of themselves in the center, and then the flowers were 'planted' along the hallway.  What a wonderful way for this Mom to begin each day!&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to take this picture because this was the day of Lisi's FIRST school bus ride.  Her class went to the public library, but I was told that riding the school bus was MUCH more fun than the library itself:)&lt;br /&gt;And as much as Lisi is our 'fearless' girl, she was VERY apprehensive about the bus.  Thankfully her big sister, and our friend Ellie, were able to clue her in ... all based on the 1 time that they have ridden a school bus:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-2267822683425671468?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/2267822683425671468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=2267822683425671468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2267822683425671468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2267822683425671468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/lisi-in-bloom.html' title='Lisi in bloom'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_srWKhpEI/AAAAAAAABRU/A7xBeJ0LiVM/s72-c/IMG_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-8522754131431264510</id><published>2008-04-23T20:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:26:39.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "Neighborhood" Art Studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_rQ2Kho_I/AAAAAAAABQw/BcArCeI6yiI/s1600-h/P1030811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_rQ2Kho_I/AAAAAAAABQw/BcArCeI6yiI/s320/P1030811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192627570031567858" border="0" /&gt;Our neighbor began construction on a new art studio about a year ago, and that studio has been calling Isabella's name ever since.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_rQ2Kho_I/AAAAAAAABQw/BcArCeI6yiI/s1600-h/P1030811.JPG"&gt;This past week, that call was finally answered.  Our neighbor, Karen, called and invited the girls to come over, and not only were they there for hours, they came home happy, and with beautiful new artwork.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_rQ2Kho_I/AAAAAAAABQw/BcArCeI6yiI/s1600-h/P1030811.JPG"&gt;LOVE THAT!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_rSGKhpAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/gTTI4TdLdiY/s1600-h/P1030814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_rSGKhpAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/gTTI4TdLdiY/s320/P1030814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192627591506404354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_rZWKhpBI/AAAAAAAABRA/qdS7D2UOFrU/s1600-h/P1030815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_rZWKhpBI/AAAAAAAABRA/qdS7D2UOFrU/s320/P1030815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192627716060455954" 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/3300102444076745359-8522754131431264510?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/8522754131431264510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=8522754131431264510&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8522754131431264510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8522754131431264510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-neighborhood-art-studio.html' title='Our &quot;Neighborhood&quot; Art Studio'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_rQ2Kho_I/AAAAAAAABQw/BcArCeI6yiI/s72-c/P1030811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-5177952032215577271</id><published>2008-04-23T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:20:17.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Group</title><content type='html'>Just had to document this super-cute pix from Mom's Group last week.  For the full low-down on how much fun we had, check out &lt;a href="http://jenararidon.blogspot.com/2008/04/moms-group.html"&gt;Jena's post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_r12KhpCI/AAAAAAAABRI/D46J2zBmHho/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_r12KhpCI/AAAAAAAABRI/D46J2zBmHho/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192628205686727714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli, Lisi, Cale and Ava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-5177952032215577271?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/5177952032215577271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SA_r12KhpCI/AAAAAAAABRI/D46J2zBmHho/s72-c/IMG_0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-8565105720969007088</id><published>2008-04-18T15:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T15:09:18.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a joke from Lisi (age 4)</title><content type='html'>Lisi:  "Knock, Knock"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Who's There?"&lt;br /&gt;Lisi:  "Orange."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Orange Who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisi:  "Knock, Knock"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Who's There?"&lt;br /&gt;Lisi:  "Orange."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Orange Who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisi:  "Knock, Knock"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Who's There?"&lt;br /&gt;Lisi:  "BANANA."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Banana Who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisi:  "Banana Aren't You Glad I Didn't Say Orange?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and for you parents of pre-schoolers, you will totally get why this is so stinkin' funny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-8565105720969007088?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/8565105720969007088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=8565105720969007088&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8565105720969007088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8565105720969007088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/joke-from-lisi-age-4.html' title='a joke from Lisi (age 4)'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-2983460633179390314</id><published>2008-04-17T17:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:18:38.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>longing for 67*</title><content type='html'>yesterday 67*, sunny, and all was right in the world.&lt;div&gt;today 45*, raining, and only rain in sight for days to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;longing for 67*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-2983460633179390314?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/2983460633179390314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=2983460633179390314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2983460633179390314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2983460633179390314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/longing-for-67.html' title='longing for 67*'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-94051557202495414</id><published>2008-04-16T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:20:31.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does 67* Mean To You????</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a poll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does 67* in April mean "woo hoo, spring is here, and time to pull out the shorts!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does 67*  mean "ooooh, chill in the air and time to grab a sweater"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you cast your vote, let us know in which of the 50 great states you live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-94051557202495414?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/94051557202495414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=94051557202495414&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/94051557202495414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/94051557202495414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-does-67-mean-to-you.html' title='What Does 67* Mean To You????'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-7610821959625630917</id><published>2008-04-16T12:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:39:51.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New news from Mike Huckabee</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you probably know that I support &lt;a href="http://www.mikehuckabee.com"&gt;Mike Huckabee&lt;/a&gt; for President.&lt;br /&gt;I know John McCain is the likely Republican nominee, but in keeping with one of my many favorite Huckabee quotes, I believe in miracles, not just in mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;Today I received the following e-mail from the Huckabee camp re: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a new PAC to seek out and support candidates who have a vision of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smaller government, lower taxes, stonger military, and the sanctity of family and life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage each of you to see beyond what the media touts as facts and imminent outcomes. Dig a little deeper, and believe in what could be. WORK to make the future of our country what 'could be'. Personally, I am believing in the 'could be', and am working to make it the 'WILL BE' for our future. As a country, we are headed in a poor direction for leadership, spending, education, and on and on and on. As citizens of this great country, we are the ones who were intended to be in-charge...not those who we elected to represent us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That is the KEY...those who govern us were elected to that position by us, to be our voice and to accurately represent our desires for our nation.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Are they doing that????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think they are. And if so, then continue to do what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;But if not, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORK for a change!!!&lt;/span&gt; That IS the only way to change direction.&lt;br /&gt;Whew. Allow me to carefully step down off this soap-box, and re-gain my composure. If you do not want to do anything, then don't complain. But if you feel the need or desire to complain about our current state, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO SOMETHING &lt;/span&gt;about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SAY4SsRKZdI/AAAAAAAABQo/nNAAVy_T6Qg/s1600-h/lifelibertyhappiness.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SAY4SsRKZdI/AAAAAAAABQo/nNAAVy_T6Qg/s200/lifelibertyhappiness.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189897514363020754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you wish April 15 were just another spring day? I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, (that is everyone that isn’t a Democrat), knows that Americans are over-taxed and over-regulated. As I campaigned for President over the last fourteen months I heard that same complaint time and again when I sat down with families and individuals eager for change in Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of these voters also felt that their Party needed to get back to its core principles: less government, lower taxes, a strong national defense and unwavering support for the family and the sanctity of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I campaigned to be the agent of that change and while we may have come up short, I remain (and I hope you do as well), undeterred and eager to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Huck PAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huck PAC is founded on the principles that make America great: Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. And because we believe! our Republican Party embodies these ideas and is best suited to lead America forward, we are committed to supporting Republican candidates nationwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will identify candidates who hold firm to these principles, promote their campaigns and financially support their efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I hope you will join us. I ask that you first &lt;a href="http://www.huckpac.com"&gt;sign up&lt;/a&gt; for my Huck PAC email updates on our new website and then make a &lt;a href="http://www.huckpac.com"&gt;contribution of $25 or more&lt;/a&gt; in support of our efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be certain we will invest your support efficiently and in the most effective manner possible. We were known as the campaign that did more with less and we plan to bring that same innovation and spirit to Huck PAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the skeptics say the FairTax and massive tax reform is impossible to enact.! We will see. What I also know is that we won’t have a chance if we don’t have the courage and the leadership in Congress to see the task through to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where Huck PAC comes in, because the path to a &lt;a href="http://www.fairtax.org"&gt;FairTax&lt;/a&gt; or additional tax reform is far more certain when you walk into a room full of small government, tax-cutting Republicans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me make April 15 just another spring day. Support Huck PAC and tell your friends and family to do so as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With deep gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Huckabee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-7610821959625630917?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/7610821959625630917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=7610821959625630917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/7610821959625630917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/7610821959625630917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-news-from-mike-huckabee.html' title='New news from Mike Huckabee'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SAY4SsRKZdI/AAAAAAAABQo/nNAAVy_T6Qg/s72-c/lifelibertyhappiness.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-5594183413507909993</id><published>2008-04-14T21:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:21:40.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do I Even Call This Post??? (hint: it is about Lisi)</title><content type='html'>So this morning Lisi was walking from her room and thru the kitchen. And as she passed me, she casually says, "since I am getting a new dresser in my room, it is OK that I wrote on mine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHAT??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I have to say that I channeled every bit of parenting advise that I have ever had come my way, and I stayed really calm. I got down at her level, I told her that I love her VERY much, and I will always love her very much, but I was not loving the choice that she had just made.&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked her to show me what she had done.  And this is what I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SAQPbMRKZcI/AAAAAAAABQg/aI4QG8iCass/s1600-h/P1030806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SAQPbMRKZcI/AAAAAAAABQg/aI4QG8iCass/s320/P1030806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189289630461748674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SAQPSsRKZbI/AAAAAAAABQY/c3BO4LWpTX4/s1600-h/P1030807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SAQPSsRKZbI/AAAAAAAABQY/c3BO4LWpTX4/s320/P1030807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189289484432860594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SAQPIsRKZaI/AAAAAAAABQQ/hKrVQbaIDKs/s1600-h/P1030808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SAQPIsRKZaI/AAAAAAAABQQ/hKrVQbaIDKs/s320/P1030808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189289312634168738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I asked her to go in the other room while I worked to clean it up.  She was very teary-eyed, but obeyed and went in the other room. &lt;br /&gt;What I did not tell her, and may never tell her, is that her marker of choice was a wet-dry marker, and cleaned up in a cinch:)&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah, another day in paradise....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-5594183413507909993?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/5594183413507909993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=5594183413507909993&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/5594183413507909993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/5594183413507909993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-do-i-even-call-this-post-hint-it.html' title='What Do I Even Call This Post??? (hint: it is about Lisi)'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/SAQPbMRKZcI/AAAAAAAABQg/aI4QG8iCass/s72-c/P1030806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-7870177854253316340</id><published>2008-04-10T09:39:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:48:02.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ABCs of Me</title><content type='html'>I've been "tagged" by my friend &lt;a href="http://www.angelasustala.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;.  She apologized for "tagging" a few of her friends, but, honestly, I love these things.  If nothing else, it lets me break out of my normal topics for blog posts:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A- Attached or Single: &lt;/strong&gt;happily attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B- Best Friend(s):&lt;/strong&gt; gotta have them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C- Cake or Pie: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;cheesecake with a thick graham cracker crust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D-Day of Choice: &lt;/strong&gt;Monday~ love a new beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E-Essential Item(s):&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family vacations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F-Favorite Type of Music: &lt;/strong&gt;all things 70s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G-Gummy bears or worms:&lt;/strong&gt; bears, but, really, jelly beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H-Hometown: &lt;/strong&gt;Kirkwood, MO &amp;amp; West Des Moines, IA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I-Indulgences:&lt;/strong&gt; Ho-Ho Mint Mocha from Caribou, massages, quiet computer time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J-January or July:&lt;/strong&gt; ooooh, the coldest or the hottest....can I go with September?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K-Kids: &lt;/strong&gt;love my own 2 sweet girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L-Last movie:&lt;/strong&gt; absolutely no idea  (oh, Mark just reminded me that it was &lt;a href="http://adisney.go.com/disneyvideos/liveaction/snowbuddies/"&gt;"Snow Buddies"&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M-Marriage Date: &lt;/strong&gt;September 18, 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N-Number of Siblings:&lt;/strong&gt; 2 brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O-Oranges or Apples: &lt;/strong&gt;apples, specifically Honey Crisp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P-Phobias or Fears:&lt;/strong&gt; I am not fond of crowds and lots of commotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q-Quotes: &lt;/strong&gt;"Nothing takes God by surprise." ~ I have to thank Angela for that one, and, at times, it is a daily mantra for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R-Reasons to Smile: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you need a reason??? &lt;/span&gt; Wake up and smile, my friends!  Surely a reason will come your way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S-Season: Fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T-Tag: &lt;/strong&gt;Jena, fc Heather, Jen Mumm, JHo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U-Unknown Fact About Me: &lt;/strong&gt;anyone else's wet hands or feet touching me simply CREEPS ME OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V-Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animals:&lt;/strong&gt; Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, in our likeness, and let them rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock, over all the earth,[1] and over all the creatures that move along the ground.” -Genesis 1:26 &lt;br /&gt;Guess that makes me an "Oppressor of Animals"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W-Worst Habit: e-mail, for sure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X-X-rays or Ultrasounds:  odd question, but I will go with 'ultrasound'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y-Your Favorite Food:&lt;/strong&gt; warm bread with real butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z-Zodiac:&lt;/strong&gt; Leo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-7870177854253316340?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/7870177854253316340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=7870177854253316340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/7870177854253316340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/7870177854253316340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/abcs-of-me.html' title='The ABCs of Me'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1274780454481489193</id><published>2008-04-10T09:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:39:23.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If "it" is not about you, and "it" is not about me, who IS it about?</title><content type='html'>It IS about JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;This is really just a post-script to my previous post.  After reading the comments that were left, and, by the way, I REALLY appreciate all of the comments!, I realized that I neglected to hammer on this final point:&lt;br /&gt;So many people believe that 'if they are a good person and care about others', that will get them into Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily so, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebible.com/bible/NIV/John+14%3A6"&gt;A professed faith in Christ Jesus is the only way to Heaven.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is that faith in Christ Jesus that leads to a Christ-like life, which, in turn, leads to a life of striving to 'be a good person and to care for others'.&lt;br /&gt;Caring for our fellow mankind is the by-product of being a Christ-follower; it is not the definition of a Christ-follower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up...it is not about you.  It is about Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1274780454481489193?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1274780454481489193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1274780454481489193&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1274780454481489193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1274780454481489193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-it-is-not-about-you-and-it-is-not.html' title='If &quot;it&quot; is not about you, and &quot;it&quot; is not about me, who IS it about?'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-8005318522352232414</id><published>2008-04-09T16:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:56:18.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Un-American To Say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that Oprah has it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;wrong???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really, in this society, in this culture, has it become un-American to say that Oprah has got it wrong???  That question could apply to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; area, but specifically to her new book-club selection of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/New-Earth-Awakening-Purpose-Selection/dp/0452289963/ref=pd_ts_c_th_2?pf_rd_p=293833901&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=right-3&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=283155&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0VWFA1C4209ZF0S4TTEP"&gt;A New Earth&lt;/a&gt; by Eckhart Tolle.  Let me be clear, I have not read the book.  I do not want to read the book.  The book that can change my life, and has changed my life, is The Good Book...&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bible-90-Days-International-Version/dp/031093351X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1207785068&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Bible&lt;/a&gt;.  Read it is any version, in any time span, in any chapter order.  It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; change your life.&lt;br /&gt;What got me started on this blog was a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JW4LLwkgmqA"&gt;you-tube video&lt;/a&gt; with Oprah talking about &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/New-Earth-Awakening-Purpose-Selection/dp/0452289963/ref=pd_ts_c_th_2?pf_rd_p=293833901&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=right-3&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=283155&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0VWFA1C4209ZF0S4TTEP"&gt;A New Earth&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Among other things, she talks about '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; life, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;spirituality, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;authentic self'.  Contrary to this way of thinking is the first sentence of Rick Warren's book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Purpose-Driven-Life-What-Earth/dp/0310276993/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1207785191&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;A Purpose Driven Life:  What On Earth Am I Here For&lt;/a&gt;, which says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's not about you"&lt;/span&gt;.  Bottom line- it's not about you or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;authentic self- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we were created by God for His pleasure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oprah also has it wrong when she (incorrectly) talks about how she cannot believe that God is  &lt;a href="http://www.ebible.com/bible/NIV/Exodus+34%3A14"&gt;a jealous God&lt;/a&gt; because if He is omnipotent and omnipresent, then how could He possibly be jealous of her, or any of us?  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO!!! &lt;/span&gt; God is not jealous of US; He is jealous of us worshiping someone or something other than Him.  He will not tolerate that.  He cannot tolerate us worshiping money, television, an athlete or even our own family.  We were created for worship- by Him and for Him.  The Bible says that if we fail to worship Him, then the rocks will cry out in worship.  But that is NOT what the rocks were created to do.  We were!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fail&lt;/span&gt; to do the job we were created to do, we are, in Oprah's words, denying our 'authentic self'.&lt;br /&gt;Now do not get me wrong, God also created family, work, and even athletes.  It is OK to partake in all of these things, and to pursue them with excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But we must stop short of worshiping them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are choosing Sunday morning as your time to worship, and it is a beautiful day, so you choose golf instead, then where is your worship?  I'm just sayin'....&lt;br /&gt;Oprah also has it wrong in saying that 'spirituality is not believing, but a feeling'.  YIPES!!!  God's word also commands us to&lt;a href="http://www.ebible.com/bible/NIV/Romans+12%3A2"&gt; 'continually re-new our minds' &lt;/a&gt;but the heart (where we feel) is the &lt;a href="http://www.ebible.com/bible/NIV/Jeremiah+17%3A9"&gt;great deceiver&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In today's program, Oprah also said that she has recently come to understand that Jesus did not come to die on the cross, but to show us the way to live a Christ-like life.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is not about 'us'&lt;/span&gt;; we cannot save ourselves by what we do. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It IS all about Jesus dying on the cross&lt;/span&gt;, being the perfect, sinless sacrifice, seated at the right-hand of the Father constantly pleading on behalf of those who believe in Him. &lt;br /&gt;Jesus the Christ fulfilled the prophecies of the Old Testament.&lt;br /&gt;He HAD to die and be resurrected!&lt;br /&gt;Some of those most quoted scripture of the New Testament, the guideline we use to live a Christian life, was written by Paul, who did not even come to know Jesus until after His death.  Paul's teachings are not a first-hand account of how Jesus lived His life.&lt;br /&gt;The New Testament is not about the apostles, or Paul, or even about you or me.  It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a wonderful example of how to live out a Christ-like life, but the New Testament is all about Jesus, and what He did for us on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to add that because of Jesus' sinless sacrifice on the cross, when we come to know Him and ask Him to abide in us, our eternal life with Him begins &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at that moment&lt;/span&gt;.  My eternal life is not going to begin after I take my last breath on this Earth.  My eternal life has already begun!  Even on the worst of days,&lt;a href="http://www.ebible.com/bible/NIV/Psalms+27%3A1"&gt; I do not despair&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I might have a good cry and go back to bed, but I know that when I wake up again, it IS a new beginning!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has gotten long and deep, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or deep and wide, as the case might be)&lt;/span&gt;, but I do hope it has struck a chord with you.  What I am finding is the more I have to dig deep to understand what it is about my faith in Christ that I so firmly believe, the more firmly I believe in my faith in Christ.  And I think that is exactly what God intended when He commanded us to continually re-new our minds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-8005318522352232414?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/8005318522352232414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=8005318522352232414&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8005318522352232414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8005318522352232414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-un-american-to-say.html' title='Is It Un-American To Say...'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-8207197156998293338</id><published>2008-04-07T14:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:40:33.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Run of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Literally...the last run of the season...Afton Alps closed for the season just hours after we left.  And it was a great run.  Warm and slushy, but a great run!!  Isabella and Lisi took a quick, and in their words "not boring" 2 hour ski lesson, while Mark and I were able to ski on our own and break in our new skis.  Such fun!!  Then we joined up with the girls, grabbed a quick lunch, and went to ski as a family.  We were SO proud of them for successfully using the chair lift, and despite the slushy conditions, both girls did a GREAT job.  And once again, we had to coax Isabella off the mountain...she loves to ski!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p3LQjcxCI/AAAAAAAABQI/9rmR1mKry8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p3LQjcxCI/AAAAAAAABQI/9rmR1mKry8Y/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186588956176466978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isabella on the chair lift (with her instructor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p3BwjcxBI/AAAAAAAABQA/UALlUReeKmc/s1600-h/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p3BwjcxBI/AAAAAAAABQA/UALlUReeKmc/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186588792967709714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisi on the chairlift (with her instructor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p2zQjcxAI/AAAAAAAABP4/ASUZ9qXETMw/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p2zQjcxAI/AAAAAAAABP4/ASUZ9qXETMw/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186588543859606530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think I ski better with my tongue sticking out."~ Isabella, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pushing herself along in the slush by using my poles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p2qwjcw_I/AAAAAAAABPw/d9QdJnig6is/s1600-h/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p2qwjcw_I/AAAAAAAABPw/d9QdJnig6is/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186588397830718450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isabella taking a break from Spring Skiing&lt;br /&gt;(with a little, bitty snow man in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p2kQjcw-I/AAAAAAAABPo/G3Vx5F_mbgY/s1600-h/IMG_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p2kQjcw-I/AAAAAAAABPo/G3Vx5F_mbgY/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186588286161568738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisi taking a break from Spring Skiing at Afton Alps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-8207197156998293338?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/8207197156998293338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=8207197156998293338&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8207197156998293338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8207197156998293338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-run-of-season.html' title='The Last Run of the Season'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p3LQjcxCI/AAAAAAAABQI/9rmR1mKry8Y/s72-c/IMG_0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-536954588176202391</id><published>2008-04-07T14:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:29:53.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzy's Ice Cream, St Paul</title><content type='html'>Not only did we have a GREAT day of skiing in Minnesota, we also toured the St Paul area...and found &lt;a href="http://www.izzysicecream.com/"&gt;"Izzy's Ice Cream Shop"&lt;/a&gt;!!!  One of the unique aspects of Izzy's, is that every scoop of ice cream is topped with an "Izzy Scoop"...a little, tiny scoop (of a different flavor of your choosing) on top!  Izzy's also creates unique flavors, and the shop utilizes solar power!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p0Nwjcw9I/AAAAAAAABPg/_eEf6f_erKk/s1600-h/P1030803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p0Nwjcw9I/AAAAAAAABPg/_eEf6f_erKk/s320/P1030803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186585700591256530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;order an Izzy, Izzabella, Izzadae...the list goes on and on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p0DQjcw8I/AAAAAAAABPY/e872PDIFrpc/s1600-h/P1030799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p0DQjcw8I/AAAAAAAABPY/e872PDIFrpc/s320/P1030799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186585520202630082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our Izzy had a complimentary "double Izzy" just because of her name!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_pzygjcw7I/AAAAAAAABPQ/yDgir97A0l0/s1600-h/P1030800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_pzygjcw7I/AAAAAAAABPQ/yDgir97A0l0/s320/P1030800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186585232439821234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisi enjoying an Izzy-size in an Izzy's cup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-536954588176202391?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/536954588176202391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=536954588176202391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/536954588176202391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/536954588176202391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/izzys-ice-cream-st-paul.html' title='Izzy&apos;s Ice Cream, St Paul'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_p0Nwjcw9I/AAAAAAAABPg/_eEf6f_erKk/s72-c/P1030803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-2172806663697524417</id><published>2008-04-03T16:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:34:11.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow in April...time to ski!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_VLxwjcw6I/AAAAAAAABPI/8QNGPEAGADA/s1600-h/P1030793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_VLxwjcw6I/AAAAAAAABPI/8QNGPEAGADA/s320/P1030793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185133864206255010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_VLeQjcw5I/AAAAAAAABPA/_7zl0G4i-N4/s1600-h/P1030794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_VLeQjcw5I/AAAAAAAABPA/_7zl0G4i-N4/s320/P1030794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185133529198805906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you read this blog, you probably know that I love the snow.  I even loved the snow well into the month of March.  And although my enthusiasm has diminished with our 2nd snowfall in April (and it is only the 3rd!), my husband knew how to put a smile on my face:&lt;br /&gt;He surprised me with NEW SKIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was, and still am!, totally surprised!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I have my own skis, they are gorgeous, to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the snowfall here, we are optimistic that there is more snow up North, and Mark &amp;amp; I are packing up the girls tomorrow and road-tripping  to Afton Alps in Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully a quick side trip to IKEA:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-2172806663697524417?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/2172806663697524417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=2172806663697524417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2172806663697524417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2172806663697524417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/snow-in-apriltime-to-ski.html' title='snow in April...time to ski!'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_VLxwjcw6I/AAAAAAAABPI/8QNGPEAGADA/s72-c/P1030793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-8968912073338849915</id><published>2008-04-02T19:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:59:38.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>keepin' tabs on Eli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_Qrdwjcw4I/AAAAAAAABO4/q3lcx4hS6t0/s1600-h/P1030789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_Qrdwjcw4I/AAAAAAAABO4/q3lcx4hS6t0/s320/P1030789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184816861260071810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you keepin' tabs on Eli McGee, here he is today @ 19 months old.  And can I just say that a picture does not nearly do him justice.  This boy is CUTE!  And he is so much FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;Lisi and I were able to hang with him today, and we just had a good time.  He is good natured, eats well, sleeps well, and is just enough curious.  Love that!&lt;br /&gt;We are hoping that this handsome boy will come back soon:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-8968912073338849915?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/8968912073338849915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=8968912073338849915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8968912073338849915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8968912073338849915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/keepin-tabs-on-eli.html' title='keepin&apos; tabs on Eli'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_Qrdwjcw4I/AAAAAAAABO4/q3lcx4hS6t0/s72-c/P1030789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1723126586533063851</id><published>2008-04-02T14:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:10:51.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still..."I Like Mike"</title><content type='html'>As I have been updating my blog, I again gave some real thought to my "I Like Mike" banner.  Is it time to take down?  Is Mark right that it is time to take off my "&lt;a href="http://www.mikehuckabee.com/"&gt;Mike Huckabee&lt;/a&gt; for President" bumper sticker?&lt;br /&gt;My answer to both of those:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of political primaries and the media, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still like Mike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love his comment that he was educated on "miracles, not mathematics".  I believe with all of my heart that God is ultimately in control, and despite our poor decisions sometimes, none of it takes Him by surprise.  He does have a plan.  Our job is to be in-tune with that, and do the work that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;I love this country.&lt;br /&gt;Despite John McCain's comment on Late Night with David Letterman that the American dream is to own your own home, I believe that the American dream is to make it on your own!  The American dream is to have the opportunity to work hard, and to then reap the rewards of that hard work.  And if that means owning your own home, then so be it!  But higher taxes for the rest of us to bail out those who were deceived into believing that they could afford, and even deserved, a more expensive home than they could reasonably afford, is NOT the American dream.  Heck, TAXES are not the American dream.  And on that note, have you checked out Mike Huckabee's dream of giving the IRS a big ol' going out of business sale???  It is called the &lt;a href="http://www.fairtax.org"&gt;Fair Tax&lt;/a&gt;, baby, and that is a tax plan that will not hinder the American dream.&lt;br /&gt;I am not at all sure how it will happen, but I am believing in miracles, and I am still going to proclaim to all who will listen, "I Like Mike!"&lt;br /&gt;Please consider joining me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1723126586533063851?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1723126586533063851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1723126586533063851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1723126586533063851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1723126586533063851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/stilli-like-mike.html' title='still...&quot;I Like Mike&quot;'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-3638343753737443755</id><published>2008-04-02T12:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:22:17.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update on GiGi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday GiGi was able to be transfered from Methodist Hospital to the ortheopedic rehabilitation center at Lutheran Hospital.  YIPPEE!!!  I have not been able to visit her yet, but my Dad said that she likes her room, and is just happy to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-3638343753737443755?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/3638343753737443755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=3638343753737443755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3638343753737443755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3638343753737443755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-on-gigi.html' title='update on GiGi'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-491483479934277722</id><published>2008-04-02T09:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:20:21.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden of the Gods, Colorado Springs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gardenofthegods.com"&gt;Garden of the Gods&lt;/a&gt; is so named because, "&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;... it is a fit place for the Gods to assemble. We will call it the Garden of the Gods."~ surveyor, 1859.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And, in my opinion, the nearly 500 acres encompasses all that is beautiful about Colorado.  More than 100 years ago it was privately owned by Charles Perkins for his summer home retreat.  In 1909, after his death, his family donated the land to the city of Colorado Springs with the instruction that the area should always remain free to the public, and with structures built only for the necessary maintenance of the land.  It is simply a beautiful place to 'get back to nature'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_Od8Qjcw3I/AAAAAAAABOw/7HH0Is_GCnA/s1600-h/P1030646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_Od8Qjcw3I/AAAAAAAABOw/7HH0Is_GCnA/s320/P1030646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184661254594937714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisi, Amy, Isabella &amp;amp; Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OdVgjcw2I/AAAAAAAABOo/9HKLG9oCZ-g/s1600-h/P1030658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OdVgjcw2I/AAAAAAAABOo/9HKLG9oCZ-g/s320/P1030658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184660588875006818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isabella &amp;amp; her Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OdBwjcw1I/AAAAAAAABOg/s9654kyWvLs/s1600-h/P1030673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OdBwjcw1I/AAAAAAAABOg/s9654kyWvLs/s320/P1030673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184660249572590418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet sisters~ who LOVED 'rock climbing'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OcoAjcw0I/AAAAAAAABOY/snTzicnFC2E/s1600-h/P1030682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OcoAjcw0I/AAAAAAAABOY/snTzicnFC2E/s320/P1030682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184659807190958914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rock Climbing Prohibited" sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-491483479934277722?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/491483479934277722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=491483479934277722&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/491483479934277722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/491483479934277722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/garden-of-gods-colorado-springs.html' title='Garden of the Gods, Colorado Springs'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_Od8Qjcw3I/AAAAAAAABOw/7HH0Is_GCnA/s72-c/P1030646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-5823610969612179132</id><published>2008-04-02T09:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:45:46.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Visit to Focus on the Family</title><content type='html'>Mark and I have been to &lt;a href="http://www.family.org"&gt;Focus on the Family&lt;/a&gt; in Colorado Springs a few times by ourselves for conferences, etc, and have always enjoyed just 'being' there.  It is an amazing campus!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They even have their own post office and zip code because of all of the mailing that they do!!!&lt;/span&gt;  But this was the first time we have been there with kids, and it was just so much more special.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to get ready for our visit there by listening to &lt;a href="http://www.whitsend.org/"&gt;Adventures in Odyssey&lt;/a&gt;, which is kids radio theater produced by Focus on the Family. &lt;br /&gt;MUCH to our surprise, and delight!, Isabella and Lisi both chose to listen to Odyssey rather than watch movies on the drive out! &lt;br /&gt;Mark and I enjoyed the broadcasts, too, and it was so much more of a family experience.  If you have not heard of &lt;a href="http://www.whitsend.org/"&gt;Odyssey&lt;/a&gt;, I highly recommend it.  Focus says "ages 8 and up", but Isabella was totally engaged, and Lisi liked it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OXIwjcwzI/AAAAAAAABOQ/NPGOh-v5ysE/s1600-h/P1030637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OXIwjcwzI/AAAAAAAABOQ/NPGOh-v5ysE/s320/P1030637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184653772761908018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family photo in front of "Whit's End Soda Shoppe" from Adventures in Odyssey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OW1QjcwyI/AAAAAAAABOI/TZmkhR2FEiM/s1600-h/P1030599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OW1QjcwyI/AAAAAAAABOI/TZmkhR2FEiM/s320/P1030599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184653437754458914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isabella and Lisi going thru the wardrobe to &lt;a href="http://www.radiotheatre.org/products/narnia/"&gt;Narnia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OWlgjcwxI/AAAAAAAABOA/jIDvJRx1zqk/s1600-h/P1030627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OWlgjcwxI/AAAAAAAABOA/jIDvJRx1zqk/s320/P1030627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184653167171519250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisi in Narnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OWNgjcwwI/AAAAAAAABN4/G40dUbIZ49I/s1600-h/P1030633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OWNgjcwwI/AAAAAAAABN4/G40dUbIZ49I/s320/P1030633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184652754854658818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isabella at KYDS 'radio station' getting ready to make our own episode of Adventures in Odyssey....so much fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OVzwjcwvI/AAAAAAAABNw/pmJ52yuzoJg/s1600-h/P1030611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OVzwjcwvI/AAAAAAAABNw/pmJ52yuzoJg/s320/P1030611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184652312473027314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mark, Iz, Lisi and the characters from Adventures in Odyssey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OVZQjcwuI/AAAAAAAABNo/NGM9fdnIvlo/s1600-h/P1030614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OVZQjcwuI/AAAAAAAABNo/NGM9fdnIvlo/s320/P1030614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184651857206493922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isabella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-5823610969612179132?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/5823610969612179132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=5823610969612179132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/5823610969612179132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/5823610969612179132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-visit-to-focus-on-family.html' title='Our Visit to Focus on the Family'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_OXIwjcwzI/AAAAAAAABOQ/NPGOh-v5ysE/s72-c/P1030637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-334850016389539971</id><published>2008-04-01T20:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:37:52.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Fire</title><content type='html'>My favorite restaurant right now is &lt;a href="http://www.ourplacemenu.com/"&gt;Our Place Cafe&lt;/a&gt; in Angel Fire. &lt;br /&gt;When I first walked in last fall, I knew I had found my place.  It is totally eclectic.  None of the tables match, and none of the chairs match each other, or the table where they are placed.  Each wall is painted a different color, and none of the art work seems to go together. &lt;br /&gt;Yet, somehow, it all works really well together. &lt;br /&gt;And then there is the breakfast buffet.  YUMMY!!! &lt;br /&gt;Belgian waffles, fried potatoes, crispy bacon and fruit salad. &lt;br /&gt;When Mark and I took the girls there for our ski trip, as we were walking in, I told Isabella she could pick any table for us to sit.  And there was a 5 seat hi-top with a life-size stuffed dog bellied up to the table. &lt;br /&gt;3 guesses as to where the Main family sat that morning:)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LhwAjcwtI/AAAAAAAABNg/LAgjzWx_NJc/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LhwAjcwtI/AAAAAAAABNg/LAgjzWx_NJc/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184454335955518162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LhowjcwsI/AAAAAAAABNY/d_AdhO_hoAY/s1600-h/P1030745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LhowjcwsI/AAAAAAAABNY/d_AdhO_hoAY/s320/P1030745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184454211401466562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Easter Bunny knew to visit us at our house in Angel Fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-334850016389539971?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/334850016389539971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=334850016389539971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/334850016389539971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/334850016389539971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/angel-fire.html' title='Angel Fire'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LhwAjcwtI/AAAAAAAABNg/LAgjzWx_NJc/s72-c/IMG_0198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-239227140656197025</id><published>2008-04-01T19:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:29:28.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>adventures in new mexico</title><content type='html'>Angel Fire in on the loop known as the Enchanted Circle.&lt;br /&gt;It encompases Angel Fire, Taos, Red River and Eagle's Nest in New Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;When Mark and I first visited last September, we really were amazed at how the terrain and the foliage changed with every turn around the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;It is GORGEOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Taos definitely has an eclectic, artistic feel to it, and it was fun to walk around and tour the downtown area, as well as the Taos Pueblo. Taos ski resort is about 20 minutes from the town, so it is not really a skiing destination.&lt;br /&gt;Red River is a little mountain town, with a ski lift that begins, well, right in town!&lt;br /&gt;Eagle's Nest itself does not seem to have much to offer, but there is a lake just outside of town.&lt;br /&gt; Angel Fire has the potential to be a really great resort town, but for now, is just a sleepy little town with great skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And inbetween Eagle's Nest and Red River, we found a dragon. If you know our family, you know that we have dragons that live near our house each summer, and in the winter, they leave the farm land of Iowa to find the tall grass of Colorado. Last summer the dragons returned to Iowa with an 'elk'. Love that! Boy were we surprised to see a more colorful version of the dragons in New Mexico!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LeggjcwrI/AAAAAAAABNQ/G_5eo3yUsdk/s1600-h/P1020017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LeggjcwrI/AAAAAAAABNQ/G_5eo3yUsdk/s320/P1020017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184450771132662450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Downtown Red River and the ski lift this past Fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LccQjcwqI/AAAAAAAABNI/aA5ef-k7bG0/s1600-h/P1020021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LccQjcwqI/AAAAAAAABNI/aA5ef-k7bG0/s320/P1020021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184448499094962850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Red School House in Red River, est. 1915.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LbcwjcwpI/AAAAAAAABNA/CKGuwy_VGi0/s1600-h/P1030736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LbcwjcwpI/AAAAAAAABNA/CKGuwy_VGi0/s400/P1030736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184447408173269650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dragon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_La7gjcwoI/AAAAAAAABM4/LcWqMnszOz0/s1600-h/P1030747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_La7gjcwoI/AAAAAAAABM4/LcWqMnszOz0/s400/P1030747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184446836942619266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This picture is for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.angelasustala.blogspot.com"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Enchanted Circle area is a hot spot for Texans who want to experience the snow of the 'north'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-239227140656197025?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/239227140656197025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=239227140656197025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/239227140656197025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/239227140656197025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/adventures-in-new-mexico.html' title='adventures in new mexico'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LeggjcwrI/AAAAAAAABNQ/G_5eo3yUsdk/s72-c/P1020017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-7274714997140930528</id><published>2008-04-01T19:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:00:57.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my first attempt at video posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6e9f1ae54725055e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6e9f1ae54725055e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331480037%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54BF9014AFFA71D6592D3EAFE0C69459CA00C481.1C27FCF80DBA5CFFD00116960508570F992BFC7F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6e9f1ae54725055e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2ACraD_c4pvL4gb2ZSu3cbglwjM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6e9f1ae54725055e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331480037%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54BF9014AFFA71D6592D3EAFE0C69459CA00C481.1C27FCF80DBA5CFFD00116960508570F992BFC7F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6e9f1ae54725055e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2ACraD_c4pvL4gb2ZSu3cbglwjM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about 30 seconds of Isabella &amp;amp; Lisi going up the 'magic carpet' and skiing back down the little hill at Angel Fire ski school.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-7274714997140930528?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6e9f1ae54725055e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/7274714997140930528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=7274714997140930528&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/7274714997140930528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/7274714997140930528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-attempt-at-video-posting.html' title='my first attempt at video posting'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-4982838307530314595</id><published>2008-04-01T13:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:40:33.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and the post you have all been waiting for...</title><content type='html'>SKIING!!!&lt;br /&gt;Short version of our 2 ski experience as a family...WONDERFUL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Isabella and Lisi spent 2 days in 'ski school' in the "Little Chiles" program.&lt;br /&gt;End of Day 1 they were going up the 'magic carpet' and skiing back down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;End of Day 2 they were on a chair lift and skiing down with everyone else!! AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will definitely be returning to &lt;a href="http://www.angelfireresort.com"&gt;Angel Fire&lt;/a&gt;, NM.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LUHgjcwnI/AAAAAAAABMw/_O3Obiqh4qo/s1600-h/P1030687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LUHgjcwnI/AAAAAAAABMw/_O3Obiqh4qo/s400/P1030687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184439346519655026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ski Girl Isabella ready to begin Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LT4QjcwmI/AAAAAAAABMo/YYCLBcBAVPI/s1600-h/P1030719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LT4QjcwmI/AAAAAAAABMo/YYCLBcBAVPI/s400/P1030719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184439084526649954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisi Lu Lu showing the rest of the class how fun is done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LS7gjcwlI/AAAAAAAABMg/dbKwjUDZoec/s1600-h/P1030705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LS7gjcwlI/AAAAAAAABMg/dbKwjUDZoec/s400/P1030705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184438040849597010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisi and Isabella skiing down after going up the 'magic carpet'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LSkwjcwkI/AAAAAAAABMY/-OY4NRks4Os/s1600-h/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LSkwjcwkI/AAAAAAAABMY/-OY4NRks4Os/s400/IMG_0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184437650007573058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisi, Mark and Isabella after the end of Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LSZAjcwjI/AAAAAAAABMQ/eE-MzFChTGg/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LSZAjcwjI/AAAAAAAABMQ/eE-MzFChTGg/s400/IMG_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184437448144110130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mark taking Lisi along the ski road home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-4982838307530314595?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/4982838307530314595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=4982838307530314595&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/4982838307530314595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/4982838307530314595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-post-you-have-all-been-waiting-for.html' title='and the post you have all been waiting for...'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_LUHgjcwnI/AAAAAAAABMw/_O3Obiqh4qo/s72-c/P1030687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-4117065739831521637</id><published>2008-04-01T13:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:24:39.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GiGi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_J71QjcwfI/AAAAAAAABLw/tgqb3Kl0UEw/s1600-h/IMGP2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_J71QjcwfI/AAAAAAAABLw/tgqb3Kl0UEw/s320/IMGP2865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184342275963798002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures of my Grandma Mary.  Since becoming a Great-Grandma, she is known in our family as GiGi.  She is so much fun, and loves her family so much.  She still has lunch with some of the Moms from her Moms group from when my Dad was a kid (and he will be 60 this month!)&lt;br /&gt;Last week she fell and broke her hip, and it is just such a bummer.  I mean, really, it is just a bummer. &lt;br /&gt;She had taken their dog, Mickie, for a walk, and was taking the last set up to their front door, when she lost balance, fell, and broke her hip.  She had surgery to repair the fracture, and will soon be transfered to a rehabilitation facility for another couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could find a way to put a light-hearted spin on this.  The good news is that she IS OK! &lt;br /&gt;I just love her and my Grandpa so much.  Thank you to those of you who have prayed for her and asked how she is doing.  The encouragement is wonderful!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to be more faithful in my blogging to keep you up to date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-4117065739831521637?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/4117065739831521637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=4117065739831521637&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/4117065739831521637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/4117065739831521637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/gigi.html' title='GiGi'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R_J71QjcwfI/AAAAAAAABLw/tgqb3Kl0UEw/s72-c/IMGP2865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1663002826028327193</id><published>2008-04-01T12:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:55:19.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that's my Lu-Lu Girl!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got a new catalog in the mail.  It is &lt;a href="http://www.serenaandlily.com"&gt;Serena &amp;amp; Lily&lt;/a&gt;, and it is filled with exquisite baby and kid bedding.  The lay-out of the catalog is just different and intriguing.  Each bedding set is named after a person, and some of them have a 'description' of who the name represents.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it says about Lulu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Lulu sets the trends.  She's permanently a few months ahead of the next big thing in fashion, music, and other cool stuff.  Lulu's special brand of leadership is subtle...and very real."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~serenaandlily.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my Lisi Lu-Lu Girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1663002826028327193?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1663002826028327193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1663002826028327193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1663002826028327193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1663002826028327193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/thats-my-lu-lu-girl.html' title='that&apos;s my Lu-Lu Girl!'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-8072543317174607929</id><published>2008-04-01T12:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:50:07.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this one's for Alex</title><content type='html'>This post is for my brother Alex, and for all of you who know him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ALEX epitomizes cool.  When everyone else took violin, Alex picked up the guitar.  The guys idolize him because he can talk to girls.  The girls love him because...well, he can talk to girls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www.serenaandlily.com"&gt;serenaandlily.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-8072543317174607929?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/8072543317174607929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=8072543317174607929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8072543317174607929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8072543317174607929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-ones-for-alex.html' title='this one&apos;s for Alex'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-8242347187782253782</id><published>2008-04-01T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:29:29.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisi is ready to SWIM!!!</title><content type='html'>Lisi's quick surgery to have her tubes removed from her ears was, in fact, quick, and a total success.  Despite my pleas to have each doctor in the office take a side and remove the tubes in-office with one, well, two, quick tugs, the surgical route proved to be a good idea.  The left tube came out without incident or concern, but the right tube looked like the hole might not heal well once the tube had been removed.  They had been there for 2 years!  So, in the words of the doctor, he "took a little pinch of fat from behind her ear" and plugged the hole.  By the time she and Isabella go to Disney with Grammy and Papa later this month, she should be totally good to go!&lt;br /&gt;We had told her why she was having her tubes taken out (when I would wash her hair and get even the smallest amount of water in her ear, she would shriek in pain, and that has not been the  case for the previous 2 years with the tubes, so something had changed), so she was truly high-fiving friends and family who asked about her having the procedure.  And she LOVES Dr Brown.  I mean, she has told me several times, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love Dr Brown"&lt;/span&gt;, so going to see him again was A-OK by her.  But what I had not shared with her was the part about her having to leave Mark and I.  Honestly, I was hoping they would give her a little dose of anesthesia gas while we were still holding her in the pre-op room.  No such luck.  Just the look on her face when a wonderful nurse came by and swept her out of my arms&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...with Dora jammies on and Little George and blanka in hand...&lt;/span&gt;that was hard.  But we were chatting with Dr Brown about the successful surgery within 10 minutes, and home within 2 hours of arriving there.&lt;br /&gt;The nurse prepared us that she might be woozy, tired and not hungry today.  Within 15 minutes of being home she was asking by BBQ chips and dip, and will not stop running thru the house. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just wish she would at least walk!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is our Lisi-girl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all of the prayers and well-wishes.  All is well at the Main household!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-8242347187782253782?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/8242347187782253782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=8242347187782253782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8242347187782253782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8242347187782253782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/04/lisi-is-ready-to-swim.html' title='Lisi is ready to SWIM!!!'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-3472392913012011980</id><published>2008-03-24T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:01:02.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Living Thru Chemistry</title><content type='html'>Many of you know that while my family has had pink eye, high fevers, sinus trouble and chronic coughing, I have had this dull sore throat.  I went to my primary care doctor, oh, probably 2 months ago, and was diagnosed with being healthy.  I then went to the walk in clinic where I was diagnosed with NOT having strep throat.  Then 2 weeks ago I again called my primary care doctor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who, I really should note, is not the primary care doctor I have been raving about for years.  She retired this past year, and I am missing her like crazy.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I begged for an anti-biotic.  Reluctantly, the nurse prescribed something, and told me "to have a nice vacation".  I could tell she was most dis-pleased with me, but I was just not feeling 100%. &lt;br /&gt;So 5 days later, out of anti-biotics, and on vacation, I was feeling better, but only a bit. &lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to an ENT specialist.  I felt really silly going there for what I knew was only a sinus infection, but, hey, I am a desperate woman at this point! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viola!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosis:  sinus infection.&lt;br /&gt;Cause:  I live in the same house as 2 young children.&lt;br /&gt;Treatment:  high dose anti-biotics (that could have been avoided with earlier treatment)&lt;br /&gt;Long-term prognosis:  short of getting selling the children, this could happen again&lt;br /&gt;I know our health care system is messed-up, but, really, did it take this much effort to get the snot to stop draining down the back of my throat???&lt;br /&gt;And on that lovely visual, I will just say, there is better living thru chemistry:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-3472392913012011980?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/3472392913012011980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=3472392913012011980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3472392913012011980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3472392913012011980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/03/better-living-thru-chemistry.html' title='Better Living Thru Chemistry'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-841661182291443434</id><published>2008-03-24T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:55:59.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I CELEBRATE Easter</title><content type='html'>I have SO much to post/ blog about from our AMAZING vacation this past week, but I want to take a moment to acknowledge Easter.&lt;br /&gt;We were traveling home yesterday, which was Easter Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we (and by "we", I mean Mark) drove from Angel Fire, NM to North Plat, NE.  And that was more than enough driving for one day:)  So Easter morning we woke up in a hotel in NE, drove thru Starbucks, and headed out again.  We thought about finding a church to pop into along the way home, but Easter Sunday at any given church tends to be nuts, and we knew where our hearts were yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our hearts were with Jesus, and ALL that He did, sacrificed and fulfilled for each and every one of us who make the free-will choice to believe in Him, and accept His gift of grace, to live for eternity with Him in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so humbled when I realize that I have the privilege of laying down all of my cares, concerns, worries, fears, successes, achievements, delights and praises at the foot of the Cross.&lt;br /&gt; And I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at the foot&lt;/span&gt; of the Cross. &lt;br /&gt;Not looking at a cross on a hill and imagining placing all of those things there.  I mean, getting up to the foot of the Cross, where Christ's redemptive blood will drip down on to me. &lt;br /&gt;From a human perspective, it is not always pretty.  But from an eternal perspective, it is glorious and beautiful.  I am so humbled that Jesus loves me exactly as I am, for exactly who I am.  He created me! &lt;br /&gt;He knows the good, the bad, and, well, the ugly.  And yet, He is sitting at the right hand of the Father, right now, this very moment, pleading on my behalf.  THAT is amazing love.&lt;br /&gt;Our family missed church yesterday, but I want to share with you the video that was shown in service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joshuasingleton.blogspot.com/2008/03/upsidedown.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God's peace and grace be with you always, through the redemptive blood of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-841661182291443434?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/841661182291443434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=841661182291443434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/841661182291443434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/841661182291443434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-i-celebrate-easter.html' title='Why I CELEBRATE Easter'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1978177017237457944</id><published>2008-03-15T17:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T17:54:55.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and I am still blogging</title><content type='html'>...and then I got a voice mail from Favorite Cousin Heather asking if when I say "I'm Done", did I mean "I'm done cooking, or am I done blogging...or both".&lt;br /&gt;Ha, Ha!!&lt;br /&gt;Very Funny.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am still blogging...just trying to find the time...&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check back next week for tales of our family road trip to Colorado and New Mexico!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1978177017237457944?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1978177017237457944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1978177017237457944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1978177017237457944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1978177017237457944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-i-am-still-blogging.html' title='and I am still blogging'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-2889836759134003997</id><published>2008-03-12T10:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:49:10.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jennifermary.blogspot.com"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; sent me an e-mail the other day just checking in on us Main's to make sure we were OK.&lt;br /&gt;She said she had not seen, nor heard, from us since my last post, and was afraid that none of us had eaten since I officially quit cooking.  She wanted to know if we were OK, needed her to bring food to us, or if we had already died of starvation. &lt;br /&gt;Even thinking about her note brings a little smile to my face:)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just thought I would confirm, that we are all alive, Mark is feeding us well, and last night we did something we RARELY do in our family...we went out for pizza and ice cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-2889836759134003997?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/2889836759134003997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=2889836759134003997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2889836759134003997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2889836759134003997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-are-alive.html' title='We Are Alive'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-114771194497937112</id><published>2008-03-04T20:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:50:03.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you have surely heard me say, "if Mark did not cook, we would not eat".&lt;br /&gt;And although I laugh at that phrase, I truly wish it were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;true.&lt;br /&gt;I would LIKE to cook for my family.&lt;br /&gt;I would LIKE for my family to eat what I cook for them.&lt;br /&gt;And I would LIKE for mealtime to be a pleasant time around the table.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I baked some chicken in the oven (thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.angelasustala.blogspot.com"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt; reminding for how long &amp;amp; at what temperature), and I also baked up some home=made sweet potato fries, and corn to round it all out.&lt;br /&gt;Mark made his own sauce to cover the taste of what I had marinated.  After I took the chicken out of the oven, he pronounced it was not quite done, and cooked it some more.  And then he broiled his fries differently than I had done for us.  Isabella told me the corn was cold.&lt;br /&gt;And when we left the table, Isabella &amp;amp; Lisi had drank their milk...and that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;So, I am done.&lt;br /&gt;Mark has told me on NUMEROUS occasions that he enjoys cooking, and that I do not need to worry about it.  But I have felt bad about that.  I am home, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;have a meal ready for my family.  But, as of tonight, I am done.&lt;br /&gt;And that is my Tuesday rant and confession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-114771194497937112?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/114771194497937112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=114771194497937112&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/114771194497937112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/114771194497937112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m Done'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1427416487311435644</id><published>2008-03-03T10:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:09:02.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WhoDaThunk????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;....that yesterday it could be 63 degrees in Waukee, and this morning we woke to 2" of SNOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1427416487311435644?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1427416487311435644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1427416487311435644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1427416487311435644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1427416487311435644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/03/whodathunk.html' title='WhoDaThunk????'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-2906081541486299528</id><published>2008-03-02T21:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:07:34.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Grayson &amp; Main Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t4gDrtqYI/AAAAAAAABLY/qKrX9NZaRmE/s1600-h/P1030516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t4gDrtqYI/AAAAAAAABLY/qKrX9NZaRmE/s320/P1030516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173361089104947586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend we went to a baby shower for our newest cousin, Grayson.  Isabella &amp;amp; Lisi were SO excited to be invited~ it never occurred to me that this would be such a big deal to them:)  But I think they were both delighted to be 'officially' recognized as 'big girls'. &lt;br /&gt;So Grayson is ADORABLE, but, somehow, I managed to only get pictures of the Main Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t4gjrtqZI/AAAAAAAABLg/X3bXNZviaVU/s1600-h/P1030526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t4gjrtqZI/AAAAAAAABLg/X3bXNZviaVU/s320/P1030526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173361097694882194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t4gzrtqaI/AAAAAAAABLo/ApIO8vohUd4/s1600-h/P1030521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t4gzrtqaI/AAAAAAAABLo/ApIO8vohUd4/s320/P1030521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173361101989849506" 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/3300102444076745359-2906081541486299528?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/2906081541486299528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=2906081541486299528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2906081541486299528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2906081541486299528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-grayson-main-girls.html' title='Baby Grayson &amp; Main Girls'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t4gDrtqYI/AAAAAAAABLY/qKrX9NZaRmE/s72-c/P1030516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-6716869625390099258</id><published>2008-03-02T21:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:59:08.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LISI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t3VDrtqUI/AAAAAAAABK4/1JDnnSv4jN4/s1600-h/P1030530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t3VDrtqUI/AAAAAAAABK4/1JDnnSv4jN4/s320/P1030530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173359800614758722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t3VzrtqVI/AAAAAAAABLA/HwOitbPBRgs/s1600-h/P1030532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t3VzrtqVI/AAAAAAAABLA/HwOitbPBRgs/s320/P1030532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173359813499660626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t3WjrtqWI/AAAAAAAABLI/0XWbT2Ix4kE/s1600-h/P1030533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t3WjrtqWI/AAAAAAAABLI/0XWbT2Ix4kE/s320/P1030533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173359826384562530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t3XDrtqXI/AAAAAAAABLQ/4zbUNGuCxM4/s1600-h/P1030534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t3XDrtqXI/AAAAAAAABLQ/4zbUNGuCxM4/s320/P1030534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173359834974497138" 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/3300102444076745359-6716869625390099258?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/6716869625390099258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=6716869625390099258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/6716869625390099258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/6716869625390099258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/03/lisi.html' title='LISI'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t3VDrtqUI/AAAAAAAABK4/1JDnnSv4jN4/s72-c/P1030530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-800958875467477612</id><published>2008-03-02T21:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:51:31.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>better than going to L.A....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t0_DrtqTI/AAAAAAAABKw/0d-DpVW5xM8/s1600-h/poster_thmb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t0_DrtqTI/AAAAAAAABKw/0d-DpVW5xM8/s320/poster_thmb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173357223634381106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is going to see &lt;a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com/"&gt;Wicked&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(favorite cousin)&lt;/span&gt; Heather while in L.A.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO EXCITED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to see this play since I first heard of it a few years ago, and have been watching for it to come to the Civic Center~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I mean, we did get The Lion King...Wicked could happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it will not come to me, then I will go to it...&lt;br /&gt;...on a Wednesday night in April, to be exact!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-800958875467477612?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/800958875467477612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=800958875467477612&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/800958875467477612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/800958875467477612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/03/better-than-going-to-la.html' title='better than going to L.A....'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8t0_DrtqTI/AAAAAAAABKw/0d-DpVW5xM8/s72-c/poster_thmb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-5395193747189939807</id><published>2008-02-27T23:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:29:23.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>L.A., Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>(favorite cousin) Heather better clear off the passenger seat in that mini-cooper because I am coming out for a visit in April...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and I am SOOOOOOOO excited!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella &amp;amp; Lisi will be in FL @ Disney with Grammy &amp;amp; Papa, so it seemed like the perfect time to steal away for some favorite cousin time.&lt;br /&gt;Just had to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BTW, I have been blogging for nearly a year now, and this is my 300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for sharing in the memories....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-5395193747189939807?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/5395193747189939807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=5395193747189939807&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/5395193747189939807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/5395193747189939807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-baby.html' title='L.A., Baby!!!'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-2911918349517757661</id><published>2008-02-26T19:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:32:10.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a parents dream come true...</title><content type='html'>Tonight we were sitting at the table, eating dinner as a family, and before Mark and I were finished, Isabella &amp;amp; Lisi each asked to be excused.  They had not eaten much dinner, but they are both still getting healthy, and have been tired and not much appetite.  So we excused them from the table and asked them to play quietly while we finished our dinner. &lt;br /&gt;All was quiet, so Mark and I just kept talking, and getting caught up on life.&lt;br /&gt;A little after 6:30pm we got up to clear the table, and it was SO quiet, went to find the girls. &lt;br /&gt;Isabella was asleep on the couch with several stuffed animals tucked under her arm.&lt;br /&gt;Lisi had actually put herself to bed!&lt;br /&gt;So we covered Isabella with a blanket, and even though she is still in her school clothes, we are hoping she will sleep until the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now tell me that is not a parents dream come true?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-2911918349517757661?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/2911918349517757661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=2911918349517757661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2911918349517757661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2911918349517757661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/parents-dream-come-true.html' title='a parents dream come true...'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-4036131571757754175</id><published>2008-02-25T16:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:03:00.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Glorious Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8NImDKIndI/AAAAAAAABKo/C1taySCyGVA/s1600-h/P1030513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8NImDKIndI/AAAAAAAABKo/C1taySCyGVA/s320/P1030513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171056615671504338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I might be the last person in Iowa happy to see the snow begin to fall again today, but I am SO happy to see the snow begin to fall again today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-4036131571757754175?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/4036131571757754175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=4036131571757754175&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/4036131571757754175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/4036131571757754175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-glorious-snow.html' title='Oh, Glorious Snow!'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8NImDKIndI/AAAAAAAABKo/C1taySCyGVA/s72-c/P1030513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-2394407357431107713</id><published>2008-02-25T13:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:22:32.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking of Lindsay</title><content type='html'>Whenever I wear this tee, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8MRlTKInbI/AAAAAAAABKY/zMb5YxVWhNk/s1600-h/me+in+prana+tee"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8MRlTKInbI/AAAAAAAABKY/zMb5YxVWhNk/s200/me+in+prana+tee" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170996129647074738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of my friend,&lt;a href="http://www.lionsunderoaks.wordpress.com"&gt; Lindsay&lt;/a&gt;.  We met at &lt;a href="http://www.jordancreek.org"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;, but she, Michael and sweet &lt;a href="http://amymain.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-quite-know-how-to-take-this.html"&gt;Reese&lt;/a&gt; had been attending for awhile before we really met.  And it was on one of those Sundays, before we had actually met, that in a congregation of, oh, maybe 60 people, Lindsay and I were BOTH wearing this shirt! &lt;br /&gt;If that does not make for instant friendship, I don't know what does:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you want to look at it this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8MRljKIncI/AAAAAAAABKg/V2N3YfD6R0g/s1600-h/pop+art+tee+2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8MRljKIncI/AAAAAAAABKg/V2N3YfD6R0g/s200/pop+art+tee+2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170996133942042050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK, and I am still having fun with Photo Booth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you, &lt;a href="http://amymain.blogspot.com/2007/05/hilarious.html"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(check out this blog post from last spring...too funny!!!...or HILARIOUS, as the case might be!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-2394407357431107713?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/2394407357431107713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=2394407357431107713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2394407357431107713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2394407357431107713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/thinking-of-lindsay.html' title='thinking of Lindsay'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8MRlTKInbI/AAAAAAAABKY/zMb5YxVWhNk/s72-c/me+in+prana+tee' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-8731916965795505218</id><published>2008-02-23T15:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:54:19.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>photo booth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8CUwDKInUI/AAAAAAAABJY/JFb1wC7YAyc/s1600-h/with+iz"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8CUwDKInUI/AAAAAAAABJY/JFb1wC7YAyc/s320/with+iz" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170295925423775042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8CUwTKInVI/AAAAAAAABJg/Hy44rYn95iA/s1600-h/3+girls"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8CUwTKInVI/AAAAAAAABJg/Hy44rYn95iA/s320/3+girls" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170295929718742354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.bntheboys.blogspot.com"&gt;Becky's&lt;/a&gt; photo booth blog post, and decided to play around with it on Mark's computer.  (He has a few cool features that I do not...bummer.)  Anyway, this is what the girls and I came up this morning while we were still in our jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8CUwjKInWI/AAAAAAAABJo/pNH9QbkwEHc/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8CUwjKInWI/AAAAAAAABJo/pNH9QbkwEHc/s320/MyPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170295934013709666" 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/3300102444076745359-8731916965795505218?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/8731916965795505218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=8731916965795505218&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8731916965795505218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8731916965795505218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/photo-booth.html' title='photo booth'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R8CUwDKInUI/AAAAAAAABJY/JFb1wC7YAyc/s72-c/with+iz' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-7475192514253628715</id><published>2008-02-23T07:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T07:39:09.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Lesson #123</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPINESS IS FOUND AT HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had sick kiddos home from school all this week.  Not terrible, pukey sick.  Just high fevers and the occasional sniffle sick.  A perfect time to just hang out on the couch.  And they were sick for long enough that I 'used' that time to clean out some closets, tidy my craft room, organize the pantry and other odd &amp;amp; ends that I usually only wish I had the time to do. &lt;br /&gt;By about Day 4 I woke up ready to tackle another project while the girls rested on the couch, and I realized that there really was nothing of significance left to do. &lt;br /&gt;So I sat down inbetween my 2 sweet girls, wrapped an arm around each of them, had a cozy blanket over the 3 of us, and settled in for a day of cartoons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was so lovely that I was secretly THRILLED when they woke up a little feverish the next day and we could do it all over again:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by Day 7, everyone was fever-free and ready to get out of this house!&lt;br /&gt;Isabella had a GREAT idea to go to Build A Bear, so we all got cleaned up, got out of pajamas for the first time in a week, and off we went....&lt;br /&gt;Build A Bear, a couple of errands, and lunch at the mall later, and the 'warm fuzzies' that I had been feeling for my family earlier in the week were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I came home with frazzled nerves....and 2 whiny girls, to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where had I gone wrong????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As I was climbing into bed last night, I realized that I had gone wrong in leaving the bliss of our home. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my Mom job WILL include being a chauffer and similar tasks, but the most important aspect of this job is, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;simply&lt;/span&gt; being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;This week of sickness was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no carpool, no school, no Life Group, no Sparks, no birthday parties, no play dates, and until Friday, no trips to the mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was climbing into bed last night, I realized that&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPINESS IS FOUND AT HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-7475192514253628715?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/7475192514253628715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=7475192514253628715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/7475192514253628715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/7475192514253628715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/mom-lesson-123.html' title='Mom Lesson #123'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-3081284510831678792</id><published>2008-02-21T13:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:27:18.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DoctorsNOW</title><content type='html'>There are few things that I love more than a good idea, and &lt;a href="http://www.doctorsnow.com/?gclid=CMXgl5i31ZECFQM8IgodAx7GsQ"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is a good idea!&lt;br /&gt;With the girls both being sick this week, and me having a sore throat on and off, I thought maybe I should have a doctor check us out. &lt;br /&gt;But if I take them to the pediatrician, I cannot be seen.  The nurse will not even take a peek in my throat.  That means 2 trips with 2 sick kidd0s.&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I went on-line to see what I could find out about a new place I saw near Prairie Life Gym called &lt;a href="http://www.doctorsnow.com/?gclid=CMXgl5i31ZECFQM8IgodAx7GsQ"&gt;Doctors Now&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOW!!! &lt;/span&gt; It is a walk-in clinic, but it is so stream-lined~ a fabulous experience, I must say!&lt;br /&gt;I filled out all of our "paper-work" and insurance information &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;on-line&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Within 5 minutes of submitting the information, I got a phone call (which I was not expecting~ since it is a walk-in clinic, I was just going to 'walk in', and I was getting the girls in the car when the phone rang), and the receptionist at the clinic was asking at what time they could expect us.  I said I was walking out the door, and would be there in 20 minutes.  "Perfect!", she said! &lt;br /&gt;I think we waited maybe 10 minutes once we got there, and then all 3 of us were seen together. &lt;br /&gt;We were back home in less than 1 1/2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, despite symptoms and generally not feeling well, none of us have anything treatable.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is the good news, but, honestly, after 6 days of fever and runny noses, I am ready for this to be OVER, or to get meds to make this be OVER!!&lt;br /&gt;But I know that most anyone who is reading this is also feeling my frustration...&lt;br /&gt;Calgon, take me away....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-3081284510831678792?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/3081284510831678792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=3081284510831678792&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3081284510831678792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3081284510831678792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/doctorsnow.html' title='DoctorsNOW'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-7818081015012335814</id><published>2008-02-21T12:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:09:08.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign In Mississippi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R72-NjKInTI/AAAAAAAABJQ/CoBJe9eyICk/s1600-h/pic06365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R72-NjKInTI/AAAAAAAABJQ/CoBJe9eyICk/s400/pic06365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169497087276522802" 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/3300102444076745359-7818081015012335814?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/7818081015012335814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=7818081015012335814&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/7818081015012335814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/7818081015012335814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/sign-in-mississippi.html' title='Sign In Mississippi'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R72-NjKInTI/AAAAAAAABJQ/CoBJe9eyICk/s72-c/pic06365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-3514655178726742929</id><published>2008-02-19T08:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:05:07.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I just received this e-mail from my friend, Marcie.  As I told her, I have probably needed to be reminded of this every day of the past 6 years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;But my struggle has been greater the past couple of months.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;As much as I love my sweet girls and my wonderful family, I feel like there is less and less left of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;.  So the question I have been posing to myself, and in my prayers, has been should I be grabbing to hang on to who I remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Amy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; to be, or should I be changing my perspective of who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Amy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; is, embracing today, and being thankful for how today is preparing me for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does this even make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Somehow the following e-mail has the eloquent words to help clarify my perspective:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Invisible Mother.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Obviously not;  no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; me at all.  I'm invisible.   The invisible Mom.   Some days I am only a pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this ? Can you tie this? Can you open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being.  I'm a clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; the Disney Channel?'  I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; going, she's going, she's gone!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; friend from England.   Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in.  I was sitting there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; looking around at the others all put together so well.  It was hard not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; compare and feel sorry for myself.   I was feeling pretty pathetic, when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; you this.'   It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.  I wasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; 'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; when no one sees.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book.  ;  ; And I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; could pattern my work:  No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; have no record of their names.  These builders gave their whole lives for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; work they would never see finished.  They made great sacrifices and expected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; no credit.  The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; eyes of God saw everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; on the inside of a beam.  He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; the roof,  No one will ever see it.   And the workman replied,  'Because God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; sees.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.  It was almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte.  I see the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.  No act of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; too small for me to notice and smile over.  You are building a great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction.  But it is not a disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; that is erasing my life.  It is the cure for the disease of my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; self-centeredness.  It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder.  As one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; work on something that their name will never be on.  The writer of the book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; hours and presses all the linens for the table.'  That would mean I'd built&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; a shrine or a monument to myself.  I just want him to want to come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; gonna love it there.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; As mothers, we are building great cathedrals.  We cannot be seen if we're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; doing it right.  And one day, it is very possible that the world will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Great Job, MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; This is beautiful and makes a ton of sense.  To all the wonderful mothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-3514655178726742929?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/3514655178726742929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=3514655178726742929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3514655178726742929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3514655178726742929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/invisible-mothers.html' title='Invisible Mothers'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-7824448310208625269</id><published>2008-02-19T08:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T08:48:19.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fever a deux</title><content type='html'>Mz Iz woke up with a low grade fever this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Lisi Lu's fever is down to just a low grade fever.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we have no other signs of 'sickness' going on, so I will count my blessings, and get comfy on the couch for another day of Nick Jr and Dora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-7824448310208625269?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/7824448310208625269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=7824448310208625269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/7824448310208625269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/7824448310208625269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/fever-deux.html' title='fever a deux'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-273495225101778792</id><published>2008-02-17T12:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T12:07:23.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess It Is Just Our Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisi spiked a fever yesterday, and it continues today.  I would include a pix with this blog post, but she just looks too pathetic.  Poor thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the upside, however, this is a rare time when she slows down enough for me to snuggle with her on the couch:)  I have seen more back to back episodes of Dora than the law should allow, but I AM enjoying the time with my Sweet Lisi girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now if we can just manage to keep Isabella healthy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-273495225101778792?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/273495225101778792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=273495225101778792&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/273495225101778792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/273495225101778792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/guess-it-is-just-our-turn.html' title='Guess It Is Just Our Turn'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-9007230084091470969</id><published>2008-02-15T22:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T08:16:08.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out</title><content type='html'>...from  &lt;a href="http://www.jennifermary.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Jenn's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;Wednesday, February 13, 2008&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;a name="7690722088237860267"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://jennifermary.blogspot.com/2008/02/meet-newest-member-of-our-family.html"&gt;Meet the newest member of our family....&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rtjGBw_vRT4/R7Neg4XwBeI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Uos7OjXiYfE/s1600-h/lisi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166577116504917474" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rtjGBw_vRT4/R7Neg4XwBeI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Uos7OjXiYfE/s320/lisi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little cutie came in Cale's happy meal today. I know not a very healthy lunch stop, I'm gourging myself this week in preparation for the 21 day fast coming up. Anyhow...she already has a name, it is Lisi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shawn: Why is her name Lisi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cale: Because I love Lisi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough said.....&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/3300102444076745359-9007230084091470969?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/9007230084091470969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=9007230084091470969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/9007230084091470969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/9007230084091470969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rtjGBw_vRT4/R7Neg4XwBeI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Uos7OjXiYfE/s72-c/lisi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1655384572608633954</id><published>2008-02-13T09:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:47:03.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG DECISIONS TO BE MADE</title><content type='html'>I am going to have to be a "post-titlest" on this one, because I have no idea what to call this blog post.  I am so passionate about this country, the greatest on which it was founded, the divine inspiration from which it was formed, and the life, liberty and freedom which it holds for each citizen of this country.  And I am terribly concerned about the current state of this great country.  I believe in offering a helping hand to every person who is in need, but not in giving them a hand-out.  I believe in capitalism, not in socialism.  I believe in freedom, but I believe that freedom must go hand in hand with responsibility.  There~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think that is where we, as a country, have really faltered~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we want our freedom, but fewer and fewer citizens are accepting, even embracing!, the responsibility that must come with it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If that all sounds too vague to you, please comment back to this post, and we can get a GREAT discussion going.  I have all kinds of examples of what I mean (health care, education, taxes, public service....).  What I really hope to do is to get everyone&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; thinking &lt;/span&gt;about ideas, and then evaluating our current leaders (president, congressmen, judges), and making a thoughtful decision of where this country needs to place our support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For me, I am giving my support to &lt;a href="http://www.mikehuckabee.com"&gt;Mike Huckabee&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; I have supported him since summer 2007.  I do not believe that he is just the best of those left standing.  I believe that he IS the best person to lead our country.  And despite what the media continues to 'report',&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it is NOT too late&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE...this is what this nomination process is all about!!!  Now, personally, I was thrilled when Romney suspended his campaign, but I was surprised.  This nomination process is not necessarily to narrow the field to one person in each party.  This nomination process is the time to get the ideas of many potential candidates out to the people of this country!!  And the media pundants who are saying that Huckabee needs to step aside for the good of the party are missing the point entirely!&lt;br /&gt;As a supporter of Mike Huckabee, I do get regular e-mails from his campaign office.  The e-mail I got this morning is one I wish would have been sent out months ago.  It is an e-mail that I think needs to be a full page ad in every newspaper.  It summarizes who Mike Huckabee is as a candidate for&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; President of the United States of America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that as you read it, you will give some real consideration as to what you can do for him, his campaign, and for the future of our country.&lt;br /&gt;I think, based upon their ages, there are 5 Supreme Court judges that could be replaced in the next 4-8 years.  Think about the candidates running for president right now, and give some real consideration to who you want nominating new Supreme Court judges...who will hold that office for the rest of their life.  These are BIG decisions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I have strayed from my recent topics of hair cuts and hair bows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the e-mail from &lt;a href="http://www.mikehuckabee.com"&gt;Mike Huckabee&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1655384572608633954?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1655384572608633954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1655384572608633954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1655384572608633954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1655384572608633954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-decisions-to-be-made.html' title='BIG DECISIONS TO BE MADE'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1343141318940871713</id><published>2008-02-13T09:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:22:30.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an e-mail from Mike Huckabee</title><content type='html'>The first question I am often asked these days is: "Why are you still running for President?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because I believe that I am the best candidate to represent you in the fall against the Democrats. Why? Because I have core conservative beliefs that I have never wavered from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the Human Life Amendment and I will fight for it from Day 1 of my Presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the Marriage Amendment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in massive tax reform and am an advocate of the FairTax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that President Bush's tax cuts should be made permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the Surge, our troops and General Petraeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the 2nd amendment is one of the best ways to protect us from tyranny and I will work tirelessly to protect it from activist judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in real border security and have proposed a detailed 9 point plan to secure our borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the best judge is a conservative judge that won't legislate from the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the reasons why I am running for President and let me also say that YOU are another reason. I am running to give you a voice in the process. To lift up your voice with mine and to tell our Party and our government that we need to do better. We need to think big and fight for our ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s lots of voting left to be done before our Republican Party’s nominee is decided. Tonight, I ask that you help our campaign prepare for the race ahead with &lt;a href="https://www.mikehuckabee.com/?FuseAction=Contribute.Home"&gt;a contribution of $25 or more&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have important states to fight for in the coming days: Wisconsin, Washington, Texas and Ohio to name a few. Unlike the last few states, we have time to build our base of support in each of these states, contact new voters and prepare to turnout the vote. Wisconsin and Washington vote on Feb. 19. Texas and Ohio on March 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fight hard for each of these states we will need your help. So please make an immediate online contribution of $25 or more today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us finish strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With deep gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R7MKvjKInRI/AAAAAAAABI8/X5UX6CCUo88/s1600-h/mhsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 68px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R7MKvjKInRI/AAAAAAAABI8/X5UX6CCUo88/s320/mhsig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166485009531968786" 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/3300102444076745359-1343141318940871713?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1343141318940871713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1343141318940871713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1343141318940871713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1343141318940871713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/e-mail-from-mike-huckabee.html' title='an e-mail from Mike Huckabee'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R7MKvjKInRI/AAAAAAAABI8/X5UX6CCUo88/s72-c/mhsig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-2744871895381816479</id><published>2008-02-10T20:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:55:48.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink Hippo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6-4sjKInPI/AAAAAAAABIs/hML7JQ_M8Ms/s1600-h/logo-web2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6-4sjKInPI/AAAAAAAABIs/hML7JQ_M8Ms/s320/logo-web2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165550373108751602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I have already told so many girlfriends about one of my new favorite local stores.  It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.pinkhippobows.com/"&gt;The Pink Hippo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.  Honestly, I could shop there just for the name!  It is a boutique owned by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.pinkhippobows.com/pages/aboutus.php"&gt;2 moms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; who set out to make a better bow.  And they did.  And a better headband, too.  And then the hats!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Oh, my goodness!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; The baby hats!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;After I discovered "the hippo", I brought in Isabella's favorite headband that was beyond 'well worn'.  Most of you have probably seen it~ pink and embellished with fuzzy fibers.  I had tried for months to find another one like it, but no luck.  So I asked the ladies at "the hippo" if they could re-create it for me.  They liked it so much that they adapted the idea for their store and named the line "Isabella".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;No royalities, but we did get the name:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I have even bought a *bling* shirt there for Iz &amp;amp; Lisi to each wear on their birthday:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;This morning my friend Sandy told me that Isabella is on the website!  You can check it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.pinkhippobows.com/pages/photogallery.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, and scroll to near the bottom of the page.  She is wearing both the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"Isabella"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; headband, as well as her *bling* birthday shirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER CUTE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-2744871895381816479?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/2744871895381816479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=2744871895381816479&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2744871895381816479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2744871895381816479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/pink-hippo.html' title='The Pink Hippo'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6-4sjKInPI/AAAAAAAABIs/hML7JQ_M8Ms/s72-c/logo-web2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-8045822503050670349</id><published>2008-02-10T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:10:58.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baskets for Ruth Harbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6-bvTKInNI/AAAAAAAABIc/Y6hjsP7E6kk/s1600-h/P1030421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6-bvTKInNI/AAAAAAAABIc/Y6hjsP7E6kk/s320/P1030421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165518534516186322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6-bwTKInOI/AAAAAAAABIk/mVAyTuorymA/s1600-h/P1030423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6-bwTKInOI/AAAAAAAABIk/mVAyTuorymA/s320/P1030423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165518551696055522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANY, MANY thanks to all of you, my girlfriends, who came over Friday night and contributed to the 'welcome baskets' for future residents of &lt;a href="http://www.ruthharbor.org"&gt;Ruth Harbor&lt;/a&gt;.  The bags over-flow-ith:)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(That was my attempt to make it sound 'Bible like'.  KJV, that is!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if I begin to list what all is in each of these bags I will leave something, and the wonderful someONE who thought to bring, out, and that is not my intent.  What I really want to say is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU &lt;/span&gt;and assure you that I noticed how much you cared. &lt;br /&gt;Ruth Harbor has a new resident moving in tomorrow, and I am SO excited to be hand-delivering these bags tomorrow.  In the 3 years that &lt;a href="http://www.jordancreek.org"&gt;Jordan Creek Family Church&lt;/a&gt; has been making these welcome baskets, I have never delivered one in person.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selfishly, I would love to have that happen tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house mom at Ruth Harbor mentioned to me recently that one of the residents had asked her if people did nice things for the women living there because we pity them.  Oh my goodness!!!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only she knew it is the exact opposite!&lt;/span&gt;  For myself, I admire these women more than words, or bags filled with thoughtful goodies, could ever express.&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this and have no idea what Ruth Harbor is, check out the website &lt;a href="http://www.ruthharbor.org"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you are familiar with Ruth Harbor and would like to continue to support this ministry, contact the director &lt;a href="http://www.ruthharbor.org/rhcontactus.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And remember to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mark your calendars&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;3rd annual Walk For Life&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Saturday, May 10th @ 9:30am&lt;/span&gt;.  It is a great fund-raiser, and a good time to be had by all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-8045822503050670349?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/8045822503050670349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=8045822503050670349&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8045822503050670349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8045822503050670349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcome-baskets-for-ruth-harbor.html' title='Welcome Baskets for Ruth Harbor'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6-bvTKInNI/AAAAAAAABIc/Y6hjsP7E6kk/s72-c/P1030421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-2360060501285973969</id><published>2008-02-10T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:46:48.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Bourne...</title><content type='html'>could kick James Bond's butt any day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I watched&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jason_Bourne"&gt; The Bourne Ultimatum&lt;/a&gt; last night, and I highly recommend any and all of the movies in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now if I only had time to read the books...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-2360060501285973969?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/2360060501285973969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=2360060501285973969&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2360060501285973969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2360060501285973969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/jason-bourne.html' title='Jason Bourne...'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1243908638465499446</id><published>2008-02-10T15:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:41:10.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEFORE &amp; AFTER</title><content type='html'>Isabella has been growing her hair out to donate to "locks of love". &lt;br /&gt;However, the tangles that came with that ever-longer hair were not leavin' much love in our family...if you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;So I gave Isabella the choice to either continue growing her hair, and having to deal with the tangles each morning, or get it cut and grow it out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was her choice!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R69vFTKInHI/AAAAAAAABHs/0jTQ_nR5wLo/s1600-h/IMG_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R69vFTKInHI/AAAAAAAABHs/0jTQ_nR5wLo/s320/IMG_0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165469434450058354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isabella as you last saw her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R69vFjKInII/AAAAAAAABH0/4oMiJi8EFHw/s1600-h/IMG_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R69vFjKInII/AAAAAAAABH0/4oMiJi8EFHw/s320/IMG_0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165469438745025666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;washed &amp;amp; waiting for the big cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R69vFzKInJI/AAAAAAAABH8/N-JgBtqNv_I/s1600-h/IMG_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R69vFzKInJI/AAAAAAAABH8/N-JgBtqNv_I/s320/IMG_0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165469443039992978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ta-Da!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R69vGDKInKI/AAAAAAAABIE/VrX2RiUPCvE/s1600-h/IMG_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R69vGDKInKI/AAAAAAAABIE/VrX2RiUPCvE/s320/IMG_0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165469447334960290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and a flip for the finale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1243908638465499446?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1243908638465499446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1243908638465499446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1243908638465499446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1243908638465499446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/before-after.html' title='THE BEFORE &amp; AFTER'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R69vFTKInHI/AAAAAAAABHs/0jTQ_nR5wLo/s72-c/IMG_0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-295754062269739957</id><published>2008-02-06T21:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:11:03.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>call me a thief</title><content type='html'>I am stealing this blog post directly from my friend &lt;a href="http://www.littlemamasblog.blogspot.com"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I so enjoy her sense of humor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not only was it Super Tuesday yesterday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but it was also Fat Tuesday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was a Super Fat Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-295754062269739957?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/295754062269739957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=295754062269739957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/295754062269739957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/295754062269739957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/call-me-thief.html' title='call me a thief'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1883183199433350470</id><published>2008-02-05T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T19:00:33.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Favorite Product</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6kFco1VfyI/AAAAAAAABHk/GWcR3uMgRL4/s1600-h/av_A409_165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6kFco1VfyI/AAAAAAAABHk/GWcR3uMgRL4/s400/av_A409_165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163664437312585506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this might be the same product that my friend Sandy told me about, but I tried it for the first time today, and I am HOOKED!!&lt;br /&gt;It made my hair smooth and silky, helped de-tangle Isabella's always tangled hair, and even tamed Lisi's crazy curls.&lt;br /&gt;Say it with me friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WOO HOO!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="product_link" href="http://www.aveda.com/templates/products2/spp.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY14959&amp;amp;PRODUCT_ID=PROD12574" class="mp_link"&gt;&lt;span id="product_name"&gt;Smooth Infusion&lt;sup&gt;TM&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="product_link" href="http://www.aveda.com/templates/products2/spp.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY14959&amp;amp;PRODUCT_ID=PROD12574" class="mp_link"&gt;&lt;span id="product_name"&gt;Style-Prep Smoother&lt;sup&gt;TM&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.aveda.com/"&gt;Aveda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1883183199433350470?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1883183199433350470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1883183199433350470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1883183199433350470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1883183199433350470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-favorite-product.html' title='A New Favorite Product'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6kFco1VfyI/AAAAAAAABHk/GWcR3uMgRL4/s72-c/av_A409_165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-2371273817031394374</id><published>2008-02-05T18:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:52:46.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to make a Momma proud</title><content type='html'>Isabella:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mom, can we listen to some music?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what she pulls out from the CD cabinet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6kEm41VfxI/AAAAAAAABHc/8fdPlSx_tkQ/s1600-h/31S87DD9V1L._AA115_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6kEm41VfxI/AAAAAAAABHc/8fdPlSx_tkQ/s400/31S87DD9V1L._AA115_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163663513894616850" 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/3300102444076745359-2371273817031394374?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/2371273817031394374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=2371273817031394374&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2371273817031394374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2371273817031394374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/music-to-make-momma-proud.html' title='Music to make a Momma proud'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6kEm41VfxI/AAAAAAAABHc/8fdPlSx_tkQ/s72-c/31S87DD9V1L._AA115_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1457000667840964633</id><published>2008-02-03T16:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:09:27.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pictures are a bit dark, but the fun still shows through!!!  It was a perfect day for a Sunday snowfall...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6ZIXI1VfsI/AAAAAAAABG0/2117tcm8uJk/s1600-h/P1030386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6ZIXI1VfsI/AAAAAAAABG0/2117tcm8uJk/s320/P1030386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162893585172233922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisi &amp;amp; Isabella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6ZIXY1VftI/AAAAAAAABG8/nell03jaEi4/s1600-h/P1030393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6ZIXY1VftI/AAAAAAAABG8/nell03jaEi4/s320/P1030393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162893589467201234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isabella sledding in the front yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6ZIYY1VfuI/AAAAAAAABHE/ZEO7eF5BYOw/s1600-h/P1030405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6ZIYY1VfuI/AAAAAAAABHE/ZEO7eF5BYOw/s320/P1030405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162893606647070434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those sweet sisters found winter-time fun on the swing set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6ZIYo1VfvI/AAAAAAAABHM/2xV2OZMXAT4/s1600-h/P1030404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6ZIYo1VfvI/AAAAAAAABHM/2xV2OZMXAT4/s320/P1030404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162893610942037746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and an Isabella snow-angel, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6ZIZI1VfwI/AAAAAAAABHU/TktxgOkKhOQ/s1600-h/P1030408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6ZIZI1VfwI/AAAAAAAABHU/TktxgOkKhOQ/s320/P1030408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162893619531972354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Come on, Sis!  Let's ride Sea-Biscuit!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1457000667840964633?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1457000667840964633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1457000667840964633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1457000667840964633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1457000667840964633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-snow.html' title='Sunday Snow'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6ZIXI1VfsI/AAAAAAAABG0/2117tcm8uJk/s72-c/P1030386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-215517868854016464</id><published>2008-01-31T14:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:25:05.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Artwork</title><content type='html'>Artwork is a big deal at our house.  Few things bring me more joy than crafting with the girls and their friends.  But what is unique to Mark and our sweet girls is painting with acrylics on canvas.  BRAVE MAN!  It is a messy job, but the payoffs are GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6I5hY1VfqI/AAAAAAAABGk/fnqkUrlsAMU/s1600-h/P1030188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6I5hY1VfqI/AAAAAAAABGk/fnqkUrlsAMU/s320/P1030188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161751368684633762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isabella, an artist just like her Grandma Kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6I5jI1VfrI/AAAAAAAABGs/HX6mHK-UwYw/s1600-h/P1030192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6I5jI1VfrI/AAAAAAAABGs/HX6mHK-UwYw/s320/P1030192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161751398749404850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisi ... and a color palette as unique as she is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6I1Wo1VfpI/AAAAAAAABGc/LmN12bO6lC0/s1600-h/P1030378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6I1Wo1VfpI/AAAAAAAABGc/LmN12bO6lC0/s400/P1030378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161746785954528914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the finished product&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-215517868854016464?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/215517868854016464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=215517868854016464&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/215517868854016464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/215517868854016464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-artwork.html' title='New Artwork'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R6I5hY1VfqI/AAAAAAAABGk/fnqkUrlsAMU/s72-c/P1030188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-7553861759330049819</id><published>2008-01-30T07:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:49:18.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I GOT YOUR MAMA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And maybe you could insert the name "Lisi" in place of "Carol"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Carol came into the kitchen where her mother was making dinner. Her birthday was coming up and she thought this was a good time to tell her mother what she wanted. "Mom, I want a bike for my birthday."&lt;br /&gt;Now, Little Carol was a bit of a troublemaker. She had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Carol's mother asked her if she thought she deserved to get a bike for her birthday. Little Carol, of course, thought she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted her to reflect on her behavior over the last year, and write a letter to God and tell him why she deserved a bike for her birthday. Little Carol stomped up th e steps to her room and sat down to write God a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 1:&lt;br /&gt;Dear God:&lt;br /&gt;I have been a very good girl this year and I would like a bike for my&lt;br /&gt;birthday. I want a red one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol knew this wasn't true. She had not been a very good girl this year, so&lt;br /&gt;she tore up the letter and started over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 2:&lt;br /&gt;Dear God:&lt;br /&gt;This is your friend Carol. I have been a pretty good girl this year, and I&lt;br /&gt;would like a red bike for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol knew this wasn't true either. She tore up the letter and started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 3:&lt;br /&gt;Dear God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been a good girl this year. I am very sorry. I will be a&lt;br /&gt;good girl if you just send me a red bike for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get her a bike. By now, she was very upset. She went downstairs and told her mother she wanted to go to church. Carol's mother thought her plan had worked because Carol looked very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just be home in time for dinner," her mother said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol walked down the street to the church and up to the altar. She looked&lt;br /&gt;around to see if anyone was there. She picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary, slipped it under her jacket and ran out of the church, down the street, into her house, and up to her room. She shut the door and sat down and wrote her letter to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 4:&lt;br /&gt;I GOT YOUR MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-7553861759330049819?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/7553861759330049819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=7553861759330049819&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/7553861759330049819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/7553861759330049819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-your-mamma.html' title='&quot;I GOT YOUR MAMA&quot;'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-6410514943584344640</id><published>2008-01-29T07:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T07:44:53.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100th Day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R58svY1VflI/AAAAAAAABF8/-mIlCsAE-YY/s1600-h/P1030358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R58sxo1VfoI/AAAAAAAABGU/Q_3LuaHVA3Q/s320/P1030376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160892929276214914" 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/3300102444076745359-6410514943584344640?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/6410514943584344640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=6410514943584344640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/6410514943584344640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/6410514943584344640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/100th-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='The 100th Day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R58svY1VflI/AAAAAAAABF8/-mIlCsAE-YY/s72-c/P1030358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-3801086321183556717</id><published>2008-01-29T07:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T07:33:00.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R58qQo1VfiI/AAAAAAAABFk/5hNoKoSr8XY/s1600-h/P1030333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R58qQo1VfiI/AAAAAAAABFk/5hNoKoSr8XY/s320/P1030333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160890163317276194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R58qRo1VfjI/AAAAAAAABFs/8V9lf9wnFYY/s1600-h/P1030349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R58qRo1VfjI/AAAAAAAABFs/8V9lf9wnFYY/s320/P1030349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160890180497145394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R58qSY1VfkI/AAAAAAAABF0/l5Qb6dmpiNE/s1600-h/P1030343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R58qSY1VfkI/AAAAAAAABF0/l5Qb6dmpiNE/s320/P1030343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160890193382047298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning we invited our friends Macy &amp;amp; Mya over to play....and PLAY we did!!!&lt;br /&gt;Isabella was a flying Momma horse, and Macy was her princess owner.  Mya likes all things Dora, and just walking around behind the big kids.  (Who, by the way, were ADORABLE with her...love that!!)  And Lisi was, well, just silly.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine that!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-3801086321183556717?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/3801086321183556717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=3801086321183556717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3801086321183556717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3801086321183556717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-with-friends.html' title='Fun With Friends'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R58qQo1VfiI/AAAAAAAABFk/5hNoKoSr8XY/s72-c/P1030333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-3660271657326929822</id><published>2008-01-28T18:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:24:23.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are YOU a Good Person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Are you good enough to get into Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.livingwaters.com/good/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-3660271657326929822?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/3660271657326929822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=3660271657326929822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3660271657326929822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3660271657326929822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-you-good-person.html' title='Are YOU a Good Person?'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-4345368607673334009</id><published>2008-01-26T09:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:37:48.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby Shaylee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5tPdI1VfdI/AAAAAAAABE8/rmMvAWwk-pU/s1600-h/P1030327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5tPdI1VfdI/AAAAAAAABE8/rmMvAWwk-pU/s320/P1030327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159805160089026002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5tPdo1VfeI/AAAAAAAABFE/4CXvmX69prs/s1600-h/P1030316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5tPdo1VfeI/AAAAAAAABFE/4CXvmX69prs/s320/P1030316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159805168678960610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5tPeY1VffI/AAAAAAAABFM/miTlDRvM-4M/s1600-h/P1030330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5tPeY1VffI/AAAAAAAABFM/miTlDRvM-4M/s320/P1030330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159805181563862514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5tPeo1VfgI/AAAAAAAABFU/BQY_hOmxCFU/s1600-h/P1030322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5tPeo1VfgI/AAAAAAAABFU/BQY_hOmxCFU/s320/P1030322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159805185858829826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5tPfI1VfhI/AAAAAAAABFc/xSAuiNvnt1c/s1600-h/P1030331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5tPfI1VfhI/AAAAAAAABFc/xSAuiNvnt1c/s320/P1030331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159805194448764434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisi and I had the pleasure of hangin' with Shaylee earlier this week.  Our time went by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waaaay&lt;/span&gt; too quickly, so we are hoping that her &lt;a href="http://gantmiller.blogspot.com/"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt; will let her come over and play again soon.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, the next day, Lisi said to me, "Mom, when is that sweet baby coming over again?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-4345368607673334009?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/4345368607673334009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=4345368607673334009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/4345368607673334009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/4345368607673334009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweet-baby-shaylee.html' title='Sweet Baby Shaylee'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5tPdI1VfdI/AAAAAAAABE8/rmMvAWwk-pU/s72-c/P1030327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-221170153381173885</id><published>2008-01-24T13:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:09:12.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blurring the line between Left &amp; Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5jhuo1VfcI/AAAAAAAABE0/PqP-EwuKg54/s1600-h/votedonkphant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5jhuo1VfcI/AAAAAAAABE0/PqP-EwuKg54/s400/votedonkphant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159121564504260034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://www.glennbeck.com"&gt;Glenn Beck&lt;/a&gt;'s take on who we will be able to vote for should the likes of John McCain or other 'moderates' be nominated for the upcoming elections.&lt;br /&gt;Funny Stuff...the 'donkaphant' party.&lt;br /&gt;SCAREY....&lt;br /&gt;but funny stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-221170153381173885?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/221170153381173885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=221170153381173885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/221170153381173885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/221170153381173885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/blurring-line-between-left-right.html' title='blurring the line between Left &amp; Right'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5jhuo1VfcI/AAAAAAAABE0/PqP-EwuKg54/s72-c/votedonkphant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-9199493714814086191</id><published>2008-01-23T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:08:28.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Barstool Economics</title><content type='html'>Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten&lt;br /&gt;comes to $100. If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it&lt;br /&gt;would go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The fifth would pay $1.&lt;br /&gt;The sixth would pay $3.&lt;br /&gt;The seventh would pay $7.&lt;br /&gt;The eighth would pay $12.&lt;br /&gt;The ninth would pay $18.&lt;br /&gt;The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's what they decided to do. The ten men drank in the bar every&lt;br /&gt;day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the&lt;br /&gt;owner threw them a curve. 'Since you are all such good customers, he&lt;br /&gt;said, 'I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20. Drinks&lt;br /&gt;for the ten now cost just $80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the&lt;br /&gt;first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free.&lt;br /&gt;But what about the other six men - the paying customers? How could they&lt;br /&gt;divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair share?'&lt;br /&gt;They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted&lt;br /&gt;that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would&lt;br /&gt;each end up being paid to drink his beer. So, the bar owner suggested&lt;br /&gt;that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same&lt;br /&gt;amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so:&lt;br /&gt;The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).&lt;br /&gt;The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).&lt;br /&gt;The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).&lt;br /&gt;The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).&lt;br /&gt;The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).&lt;br /&gt;The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued&lt;br /&gt;to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to&lt;br /&gt;compare their savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I only got a dollar out of the $20,'declared the sixth man. He pointed&lt;br /&gt;to the tenth man,' but he got $10!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, that's right,' exclaimed the fifth man. 'I only saved a dollar,&lt;br /&gt;too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than I!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's true!!' shouted the seventh man. 'Why should he get $10 back&lt;br /&gt;when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wait a minute,' yelled the first four men in unison. 'We didn't get&lt;br /&gt;anything at all. The system exploits the poor!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine sat&lt;br /&gt;down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill,&lt;br /&gt;they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money&lt;br /&gt;between all of them for even half of the bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our&lt;br /&gt;tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most&lt;br /&gt;benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being&lt;br /&gt;wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might&lt;br /&gt;start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Professor of Economics, University of Georgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those who understand, no explanation is needed.&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-9199493714814086191?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/9199493714814086191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=9199493714814086191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/9199493714814086191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/9199493714814086191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/barstool-economics.html' title='Barstool Economics'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-4716993536404522688</id><published>2008-01-21T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:01:11.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home from Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5T42RLL1cI/AAAAAAAABEc/Fu0U7wYxMZE/s1600-h/IMG_4723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5T42RLL1cI/AAAAAAAABEc/Fu0U7wYxMZE/s320/IMG_4723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158021084453000642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5T42hLL1dI/AAAAAAAABEk/a2m8fw-wNSI/s1600-h/CIMG2044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5T42hLL1dI/AAAAAAAABEk/a2m8fw-wNSI/s320/CIMG2044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158021088747967954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5T43BLL1eI/AAAAAAAABEs/ZusiaQ9cmrQ/s1600-h/CIMG2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5T43BLL1eI/AAAAAAAABEs/ZusiaQ9cmrQ/s320/CIMG2016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158021097337902562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My (LUCKY!) brother, Alex, has been in Hong Kong since just after Christmas.  I MISS HIM!!!  But, thankfully, he should be landing back in the ol' U.S. of A. later today.  Bummer that he will be going straight to Iowa City and we will not be able to see him, but at least we will know he is 'home'.&lt;br /&gt;These are a few pix that he e-mailed while he was in Hong Kong.  His first few days there he was able to stay with a friend that he met last summer when he was studying in Spain (did I mention that he is LUCKY?!?!?!).  She is from Hong Kong, so Alex was able to stay out of the city in a more British area of the country.  He said it was a very cool experience, and that he really enjoyed her family, too.&lt;br /&gt;Then he was going on to meet up with the other MBA students on this 3 week trip.  They were also going to mainland China.  I cannot wait to hear all about his adventures!!!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Home, Unky Alex!  We LOVE you, and we have MISSED you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-4716993536404522688?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/4716993536404522688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=4716993536404522688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/4716993536404522688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/4716993536404522688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/home-from-hong-kong.html' title='Home from Hong Kong'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5T42RLL1cI/AAAAAAAABEc/Fu0U7wYxMZE/s72-c/IMG_4723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-8596376614644651990</id><published>2008-01-18T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:50:07.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Big Blue!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week Isabella and friends participated in the "Jr Cheer" clinic at school, and performed at half-time at tonight's basketball game.  The pictures are fun, but, oh!, how I wish I had a video camera going!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5FxshLL1XI/AAAAAAAABD0/6NyYPugJJyI/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5FxshLL1XI/AAAAAAAABD0/6NyYPugJJyI/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157028057949394290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ellie, Isabella, Bella &amp;amp; Maddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5FxsxLL1YI/AAAAAAAABD8/b2zwYMZygZc/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5FxsxLL1YI/AAAAAAAABD8/b2zwYMZygZc/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157028062244361602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kindergartner's ready to cheer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5FxtBLL1ZI/AAAAAAAABEE/3SMZSy-ENUY/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5FxtBLL1ZI/AAAAAAAABEE/3SMZSy-ENUY/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157028066539328914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cookie Monster says that the Lions are&lt;br /&gt; the cookies at the top of the jar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5FxtRLL1aI/AAAAAAAABEM/ZOkwhJcV_Ag/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5FxtRLL1aI/AAAAAAAABEM/ZOkwhJcV_Ag/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157028070834296226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a victory stance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5FxthLL1bI/AAAAAAAABEU/ztz2OMVL-8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5FxthLL1bI/AAAAAAAABEU/ztz2OMVL-8Q/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157028075129263538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isabella &amp;amp; the Lion's mascot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and Lilli Smith's 'rabbit ears')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-8596376614644651990?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/8596376614644651990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=8596376614644651990&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8596376614644651990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8596376614644651990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/go-big-blue.html' title='Go Big Blue!!'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R5FxshLL1XI/AAAAAAAABD0/6NyYPugJJyI/s72-c/IMG_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1585711890423518420</id><published>2008-01-14T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:53:22.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an unfortunate truth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as told by a 6 year old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Get your things together.  We are leaving in 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Isabella:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  I know what 5 minutes is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  You do?  What is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Isabella: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It's enough time to argue, and then we leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1585711890423518420?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1585711890423518420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1585711890423518420&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1585711890423518420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1585711890423518420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/unfortunate-truth.html' title='an unfortunate truth...'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1754063145064231087</id><published>2008-01-14T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:33:47.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>walk this way</title><content type='html'>YEAH to good ideas!!&lt;br /&gt;My friend Marci&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (whose blog I would love to link to, but she does not blog)&lt;/span&gt; had this GREAT idea to meet M/W/F mornings @ 9:10 @ Jordan Creek Town Center to walk the mall for an hour.  (It is one of the many 'life groups' offered thru &lt;a href="http://www.jordancreek.org"&gt;Jordan Creek Family Church &lt;/a&gt;this semester.)&lt;br /&gt;So this morning Marci, Alicia and I met with strollers ready to go, and walked the 0.56 mile route.....over, and over, and over again.  We chatted so much that the time flew by!!  And my legs were &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;burning&lt;/span&gt;!  (Maybe I should not admit how out of shape I am, but oh well, it is the sad truth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope you can join us on Wednesday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1754063145064231087?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1754063145064231087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1754063145064231087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1754063145064231087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1754063145064231087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/walk-this-way.html' title='walk this way'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-8479386432896962571</id><published>2008-01-13T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T12:36:27.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3:10 to Yuma</title><content type='html'>WOW- What an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; amazing&lt;/span&gt; movie!&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I watched "&lt;a href="http://www.redbox.com/Titles/TitleDetail.aspx"&gt;3:10 to Yuma&lt;/a&gt;" last night, and we were both blown away by what an excellent movie it was. &lt;br /&gt;I think Mark was happy going into it because we picked that over Jennifer Aniston's "&lt;a href="http://rumorhasitmovie.warnerbros.com/indexb.html"&gt;Rumor Has It&lt;/a&gt;".   I like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; western, but a good western is not always so easy to come by these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This is a good western.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the movie, Mark was all into how deep the context of the film was, and he said that it reminded him of the way &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Black-Book-1-Circle-Trilogy/dp/159554433X/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b/103-0294879-1274204"&gt;Ted Dekker&lt;/a&gt; writes.  And if you have been a part of Mark's "book ministry", you know who Ted Dekker is:)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I cannot recommend this enough, and just to add an already great experience, we rented it at a &lt;a href="http://www.redbox.com"&gt;RedBox&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-8479386432896962571?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/8479386432896962571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=8479386432896962571&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8479386432896962571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/8479386432896962571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/310-to-yuma.html' title='3:10 to Yuma'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-4166847621969230960</id><published>2008-01-09T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:40:04.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Need To Go Back To Politics???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally take a break from politics to focus on my sweet Lisi's birthday, and I have NO comments???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;People, people...do I need to go back to politicking????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-4166847621969230960?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/4166847621969230960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=4166847621969230960&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/4166847621969230960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/4166847621969230960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-i-need-to-go-back-to-politics.html' title='Do I Need To Go Back To Politics???'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1547343490151009814</id><published>2008-01-07T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:25:33.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday, Sweet Lisi Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LdZhLL1VI/AAAAAAAABDk/WfP93I23aRY/s1600-h/P1030237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LdZhLL1VI/AAAAAAAABDk/WfP93I23aRY/s320/P1030237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152924354137019730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LdbhLL1WI/AAAAAAAABDs/dlAgiREpx8o/s1600-h/P1030246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LdbhLL1WI/AAAAAAAABDs/dlAgiREpx8o/s320/P1030246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152924388496758114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been 4 years in the coming, but I do believe that this girl is growing into the the BIG personality with which she was born.  She is still on the move, but now with more direction, and with more purpose, and, dare I say it, with a bit more restraint. &lt;br /&gt;More days than not, she is just silly and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;And those are the days that I am delighted to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;"that's my girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 4th birthday, Lu Lu Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1547343490151009814?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1547343490151009814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1547343490151009814&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1547343490151009814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1547343490151009814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-4th-birthday-sweet-lisi-girl.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday, Sweet Lisi Girl'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LdZhLL1VI/AAAAAAAABDk/WfP93I23aRY/s72-c/P1030237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-1588039185635186024</id><published>2008-01-07T19:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:14:49.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>these are a few of her favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LaoxLL1UI/AAAAAAAABDc/e4JqwyriglU/s1600-h/P1030204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LaoxLL1UI/AAAAAAAABDc/e4JqwyriglU/s320/P1030204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152921317595141442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LaVBLL1PI/AAAAAAAABC0/kjlf9phldLg/s1600-h/P1030209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LaVBLL1PI/AAAAAAAABC0/kjlf9phldLg/s320/P1030209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152920978292724978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LaWBLL1QI/AAAAAAAABC8/pG-HLGZtWCc/s1600-h/P1030211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LaWBLL1QI/AAAAAAAABC8/pG-HLGZtWCc/s320/P1030211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152920995472594178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LaWxLL1RI/AAAAAAAABDE/AHboDvTwjDc/s1600-h/P1030212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LaWxLL1RI/AAAAAAAABDE/AHboDvTwjDc/s320/P1030212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152921008357496082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LaXhLL1SI/AAAAAAAABDM/9ooE-eX8ZXk/s1600-h/P1030220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LaXhLL1SI/AAAAAAAABDM/9ooE-eX8ZXk/s320/P1030220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152921021242397986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LaXxLL1TI/AAAAAAAABDU/lOmqCP0U1yg/s1600-h/P1030248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LaXxLL1TI/AAAAAAAABDU/lOmqCP0U1yg/s320/P1030248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152921025537365298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just list off some of the goodies...&lt;br /&gt;a t-ball set and other sporting stuff from Manndy &amp;amp; Mackie, "Look, it's a GIANT Bible!" from Grandma Nancy &amp;amp; Grandpa Bill, Dora jammies from The Greats in St Louis (which she insisted on wearing that night), a "little Georgie" from Aunt Cindy (that has gone &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt; with us today...who knew anyone could be loved more than "Georgie"???), Hullabaloo Zoo game from favorite cousins Heather, Nick &amp;amp; Emma, and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hands down favorite&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fuzzy lined Crocs&lt;/span&gt; from Grammy and Papa!!&lt;br /&gt;Of course there were lots of crafts, Dora games, Curious George goodies, cute, CUTE clothes, and really, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just a fun afternoon for all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-1588039185635186024?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/1588039185635186024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=1588039185635186024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1588039185635186024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/1588039185635186024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/these-are-few-of-her-favorite-things.html' title='these are a few of her favorite things'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4LaoxLL1UI/AAAAAAAABDc/e4JqwyriglU/s72-c/P1030204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-3773806560597556444</id><published>2008-01-07T17:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:02:43.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K8axLL1NI/AAAAAAAABCk/XAKOHT4IVFg/s1600-h/P1030102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K8axLL1NI/AAAAAAAABCk/XAKOHT4IVFg/s320/P1030102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152888091728139474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K8gRLL1OI/AAAAAAAABCs/Es5ATWD3Aho/s1600-h/P1030104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K8gRLL1OI/AAAAAAAABCs/Es5ATWD3Aho/s320/P1030104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152888186217420002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iz and Lisi spent SO much time playing with their cousins Von D...Paige, Annie, Will &amp;amp; Logan...and these are the only pix that I took!&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, a great time was had by all, whether they were making crafts (thanks Great Grandma Dinosaur and Auntie Lisa!) or going to the &lt;a href="http://www.magichouse.org/visit.htm"&gt;Magic House&lt;/a&gt; (again, thank you, Auntie Lisa!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-3773806560597556444?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/3773806560597556444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=3773806560597556444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3773806560597556444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/3773806560597556444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-bad.html' title='I&apos;m Bad'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K8axLL1NI/AAAAAAAABCk/XAKOHT4IVFg/s72-c/P1030102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-2862380309240677780</id><published>2008-01-07T17:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:53:55.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the celebrations begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K5ThLL1KI/AAAAAAAABCQ/um7qSVhJnPI/s1600-h/P1030129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K5ThLL1KI/AAAAAAAABCQ/um7qSVhJnPI/s320/P1030129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152884668639204514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K5TxLL1LI/AAAAAAAABCY/95cfUnybE7s/s1600-h/P1030175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K5TxLL1LI/AAAAAAAABCY/95cfUnybE7s/s320/P1030175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152884672934171826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K10xLL1II/AAAAAAAABCA/IbE8LCsk0yU/s1600-h/P1030109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K10xLL1II/AAAAAAAABCA/IbE8LCsk0yU/s320/P1030109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152880841823343746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K1QxLL1DI/AAAAAAAABBY/zURlaPxAQPQ/s1600-h/P1030114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K1QxLL1DI/AAAAAAAABBY/zURlaPxAQPQ/s320/P1030114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152880223348053042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K1RBLL1EI/AAAAAAAABBg/FZgUpKqI7WY/s1600-h/P1030146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K1RBLL1EI/AAAAAAAABBg/FZgUpKqI7WY/s320/P1030146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152880227643020354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K1RhLL1FI/AAAAAAAABBo/FTToSBcAlHU/s1600-h/P1030162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K1RhLL1FI/AAAAAAAABBo/FTToSBcAlHU/s320/P1030162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152880236232954962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were able to begin celebrating Lisi's birthday early when we were in St Louis. &lt;br /&gt;Mark, Iz, Lisi and I made a surprise visit to Grandma Jill's house that Saturday night, and thankfully she had not yet mailed Lisi's gifts!!&lt;br /&gt;Of course Isabella wanted in on the action, and has had as much fun with the princess attire as Lisi has, but it is SO much fun to see Lisi's imagination really kick into full gear as she plays with dolls and other dress up clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the gift box of a monkey was a HUGE hit:)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Grandma Jill!&lt;br /&gt;We love being able to spend time with you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It was also really fun that her mom, Great Grandma Jackson, and friends of theirs, Ted &amp;amp; Ruth, were also there for dinner that night.  I have known all of them since I was Isabella's age, too!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-2862380309240677780?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/2862380309240677780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=2862380309240677780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2862380309240677780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/2862380309240677780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-celebrations-begin.html' title='Let the celebrations begin!'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4K5ThLL1KI/AAAAAAAABCQ/um7qSVhJnPI/s72-c/P1030129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-5038704617559233455</id><published>2008-01-07T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:52:27.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sight To Warm A Mom's Heart</title><content type='html'>Mark and I went to a dinner party Saturday night, and when we got home, the sitter told us that our sweet girls had asked to go to bed together.  That &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; happens!  But it sure is a sight to warm a momma's heart:)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4KsMxLL1BI/AAAAAAAABBI/p-JoouVJWeM/s1600-h/P1030196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4KsMxLL1BI/AAAAAAAABBI/p-JoouVJWeM/s320/P1030196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152870259023926290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4KsNRLL1CI/AAAAAAAABBQ/J0rZJqyoTGw/s1600-h/P1030197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4KsNRLL1CI/AAAAAAAABBQ/J0rZJqyoTGw/s320/P1030197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152870267613860898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Jill...notice Lisi cuddled up with her monkey blanket in her sister's bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-5038704617559233455?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/5038704617559233455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=5038704617559233455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/5038704617559233455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/5038704617559233455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/sight-to-warm-moms-heart.html' title='A Sight To Warm A Mom&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4KsMxLL1BI/AAAAAAAABBI/p-JoouVJWeM/s72-c/P1030196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-8363121535582047624</id><published>2008-01-07T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:42:42.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fish Named Berry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4KpLBLL1AI/AAAAAAAABBA/84Z9b9Me284/s1600-h/P1030199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4KpLBLL1AI/AAAAAAAABBA/84Z9b9Me284/s400/P1030199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152866930424271874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabella and Grammy surprised Lisi with a FISH for her birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A red fish named "Berry"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then Grammy called me the next morning, just crackin' herself up!, because she realized that this flamboyant fish has a last name...MANILOW!!! &lt;br /&gt;We have a colorful and extravagant fish named &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Berry Manilow&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Berry'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KbPk1navihY/R4KpLBLL1AI/AAAAAAAABBA/84Z9b9Me284/s72-c/P1030199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-7472645180583266098</id><published>2008-01-04T12:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T13:12:23.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a HuckaBOOM</title><content type='html'>Now I know how sports fans feel after a big game.  I am just PUMPED!!  Difference is I only get this rush once every 4 years.  Well, no, I take that back.  I will be up until the wee hours of the night on Nov 11th, too:)  Still, it is not the same as having all eyes on Iowa.  Really, I just love this!!&lt;div&gt;It's a bummer that there is already so much negative commentary going on about Huckabee.  I am trying to keep it in perspective, though.  If Romney had won the caucus last night, I would be having a tough time with it today.  But what bums me out about what is being said about Huckabee is that so much of it is, quite simply, half-truths and assumptions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, I have heard ALOT of talk about how the majority of his support comes from Evangelical Christians.  Well, that is great.  But in all of this process, I have never once been asked to fill out a form that says anything to the effect that "I am a Mike Huckabee supporter, and I am an Evangelical Christian", so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how &lt;/span&gt;can the media be reporting such a statistic??  (What gets me more fired up, though, are those touting that he is 'not Christian enough'.  What is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; suppose to mean???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also tired of hearing how many prison sentences he commuted, or people he pardoned.  Now, I do not know the specifics of these cases, but my understanding is that 1) Huckabee does believe in the potential for rehabilitation of offenders, and 2) in order for some of these people to get a job and be productive, contributing members of our society, they needed their Governor to say that he would vouch for them.  That said, after becoming Governor mid-term, he went on to be elected by the people of Arkansas on his own merit...TWICE.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when Huckabee entered the Governor's office, there was a $250 million deficit in the state.  When he left 10 years later, there was an $800 million surplus, schools were better, and roadways were no longer among the worst in the nation.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The people of Arkansas voted on raising taxes for these improvements.&lt;/span&gt;  The roadways, as they were when he took office &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which had previously been occupied by Bill Clinton)&lt;/span&gt;, were so bad that truckers would take other routes, and this, therefore, had a negative impact on the economy of Arkansas.  The citizens of the state recognized this, and voted to do something about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew!  I am breathing easier:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a few examples of how I see Huckabee being mis-represented in the media and in the campaign race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so looking forward to seeing how he works his way thru the remainder of this marathon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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HuckaBOOM'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-5534848695388928358</id><published>2008-01-03T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:47:44.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I say IOWA, you say CAUCUS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;That is the voice mail I got from favorite cousin Heather earlier today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What a HOOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But what a FUN night this has been!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Come on, everyone, say it with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I Like Mike!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the record, our precinct location had 2.5 times the number of people that they anticipated, and another friends precinct had nearly 10 times the number that had been anticipated.  That is simply AMAZING to me.  And I love it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a big deal.  It is a big deal for Iowa, and Iowans take it seriously.  The elections themselves are a big deal, and I hope all of the country will take it seriously.  The Iowa Caucus' tonight has set the next 10 months in motion.  But it is up to everyone else to take that baton and RUN with it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's GO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300102444076745359-5534848695388928358?l=amymain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/feeds/5534848695388928358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300102444076745359&amp;postID=5534848695388928358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/5534848695388928358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300102444076745359/posts/default/5534848695388928358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymain.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-say-iowa-you-say-caucus.html' title='I say IOWA, you say CAUCUS!!!'/><author><name>amain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730188434652971432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbPk1navihY/TSHTNO0mTjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hDtzj65grys/S220/IMG_5748s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300102444076745359.post-7593186337638388103</id><published>2008-01-02T21:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:21:17.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my husband's favorite new "line"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"If you were a booger, I would pick you first."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Anthony on Snoop-Dog's "Fatherhood"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...ya, I'll let you know how that works for him (hee,hee,hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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