<?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-5430816076864602446</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:49:34.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enthralling Beauty...</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/IMG_1997-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-2494733795980935044</id><published>2009-01-27T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:42:08.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**AppleCrisp**</title><content type='html'>Yes.. it is true. I got a new macbook which means AppleJacks is being sold. ;( I feel a little sad about this but he will go to a good home. ;) She promised she would take care of him! lol. AppleCrisp is my new macbook I just got in yesterday. Super excited to be able to learn more about the apple computer itself. Love doing one to one's if anyone owns an apple and are not "pro" one to one's are for you! lol. Truly I love how I was a customer but ended up at the store and being able to relate to all the customers I work with in a way that not a lot of people could. So here we go with a new experience... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-2494733795980935044?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2494733795980935044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=2494733795980935044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/2494733795980935044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/2494733795980935044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/applecrisp.html' title='**AppleCrisp**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-273340985879336177</id><published>2009-01-25T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:23:20.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Facebook &amp; Myspace**</title><content type='html'>This really hit home guys! loved this video!! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wv-VjfLXh8U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wv-VjfLXh8U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/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/5430816076864602446-273340985879336177?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/273340985879336177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=273340985879336177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/273340985879336177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/273340985879336177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/facebook-myspace.html' title='**Facebook &amp; Myspace**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-8436281446114461553</id><published>2009-01-25T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:10:51.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Lost in Translations**</title><content type='html'>Seems like women and men totally speak another language. I think that should be a foreign language in itself. The day I understand men... well... I'll probably be in heaven chatting it up with God and he will give me the load down of it all. ...But until that talk I guess this video will have to do! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yDbwqa-76Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yDbwqa-76Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/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/5430816076864602446-8436281446114461553?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8436281446114461553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=8436281446114461553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/8436281446114461553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/8436281446114461553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-in-translations.html' title='**Lost in Translations**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-496001360487709082</id><published>2009-01-24T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:04:58.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Free-Will**</title><content type='html'>We were created by a father who wanted us to have free-will to choose what we want to do. We can choose to do anything our little hearts desire. Wether it be wrong or right, he created us to be who we want to be. But at times I have to wonder if free will could be a curse at times. Because we do get to make choices, not all of them were always the best. There are thousands of things that I am sure my parents wished I would of done differently but because of having choice, I made some good ones and bad ones. I can only imagine how hard it is to see someone you care about making the wrong choices. But how do we really know right from wrong? Luckily God left us a "Living for Christ for Dummies" aka "The Bible" lol. but without God's word, we really have nothing to guide us through things. So I thank God for the free-will he has blessed me with but hopefully I wont be a stupid lamb and wonder off too far from my Shepherd. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-496001360487709082?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/496001360487709082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=496001360487709082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/496001360487709082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/496001360487709082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/free-will.html' title='**Free-Will**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-7494452418647242910</id><published>2009-01-20T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:37:15.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Evil Latte**</title><content type='html'>Today was a normal day... Got ready for class.. Met up with my hott date Shannon for our 8am parking session. She got me a latte and and a yummy oatmeal thing. So I go to class. Ready for English and... I am sitting there talking to a classmate that we previously took a class together before and this girl with a black backpack turned and knocked over my latte all over me, my book bag and carpet.. yeah... didnt say sorry.. didnt help me clean it.. just sat and watched me... so my experience is very much like this clip right here.. evil girl with the black backpack. So I am at home in pjs waiting for my jeans and bag to be washed and cleaned. ;( Hope my day gets better...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qYQyvA6501A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qYQyvA6501A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/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/5430816076864602446-7494452418647242910?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7494452418647242910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=7494452418647242910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/7494452418647242910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/7494452418647242910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/evil-latte.html' title='**Evil Latte**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-3792157420919121224</id><published>2009-01-19T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:51:36.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Why God Doesn't have a PH.D**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He had only one major publication.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was in Hebrew.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It had no references.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It wasn't published in a refereed journal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some even doubt he wrote it by himself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It may be true that he created the world, but what has he done since then?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His cooperative efforts have been quite limited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The scientific community has had a hard time replicating his results.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He never applied to the ethics board for permission to use human subjects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When one experiment went awry he tried to cover it by drowning his subjects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When subjects didn't behave as predicted, he deleted them from the sample.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He rarely came to class, just told students to read the book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some say he had his son teach the class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He expelled his first two students for learning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although there were only 10 requirements, most of his students failed his tests.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His office hours were infrequent and usually held on a mountain top.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No record of working well with colleagues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-3792157420919121224?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3792157420919121224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=3792157420919121224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/3792157420919121224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/3792157420919121224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-god-doesnt-have-phd.html' title='**Why God Doesn&apos;t have a PH.D**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-324152367894180380</id><published>2009-01-19T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:42:22.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Teacher's Pet**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;1. Leave permanent markers by the dry-erase board. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;2. Ask whether the first chapter will be on the test. If the professor says no, rip the pages out of your textbook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;3. Hold up a piece of paper that says in large letters "CHECK YOUR FLY". (At Least for the Male profs.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;4. Address the professor as "your excellency". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;5. When the professor turns on his laser pointer, scream "AAAGH! MY EYES!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;6. Relive your Junior High days by leaving chalk stuffed in the chalkboard erasers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;7. Sit in the front, sniff suspiciously, and ask the professor if he's been drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;8. Correct the professor at least ten times on the pronunciation of your name, even it's Smith. Claim that the i is silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;9. Sit in the front row reading the professor's graduate thesis and snickering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;10. Feign an unintelligible accent and repeatedly ask, "Vet ozzle haffen dee henvay?" Become agitated when the professor can't understand you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;11. Wink at the professor every few minutes. (Hey you might even get a date if he/she is cute.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;12. Every few minutes, take a sheet of notebook paper, write "Signup Sheet #5" at the top, and start passing it around the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;13. Start a "wave" in a large lecture hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-324152367894180380?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/324152367894180380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=324152367894180380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/324152367894180380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/324152367894180380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/teachers-pet.html' title='**Teacher&apos;s Pet**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-5976844705435454836</id><published>2009-01-19T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:26:25.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Hello Officer...**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808000;"&gt;1. Man, I have no idea how fast I was goin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Can you hand me your gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Care for a doughnut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whatever you do, don't search my trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What exactly is "legally drunk"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. So, what's a good bribe go for around here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I hope you realize you're about to ruin a perfect record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Okay, so I was speeding and I let you catch me - how about best of three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If I were you I'd let me go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Met your quota? Happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0080FF;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. I want your badge number and your superior officer's name right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You should give the ticket to my damn unreliable cruise control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Speeding is an abstract concept, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If I had known you were there I would never have been going that fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.4to40.com/images/fastforward/june2001/NeverSayToACop_02.gif" alt="Never Say To A Cop" align="right" border="0" hspace="10" width="135" height="211" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0080FF;"&gt;15. When you get pulled over, say "What's wrong, ossifer, there's no blood in my alcohol?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When he asks why you were speeding, tell him you wanted to race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0080FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When he talks to you, pretend you are deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If he asks if you knew how fast you were going, say no, my speedometer only goes to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Touch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When he asks why you were speeding, tell him you had to buy a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0080;"&gt;21. Ask him where he bought his cool hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Refer to him by his first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Pretend you are gay and ask him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When he says no, cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If he says yes, accuse him of sexual harassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If the cop is a woman, tell her how ugly she is, but in a nice way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. If he asks you to step out of the car, automatically throw yourself on the hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. When he asks you to spread them, tell him you don't go that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. When he puts the handcuffs on, say "Usually my dates buy me dinner first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ask to be fingerprinted with candy, cause you don't like ink on your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.4to40.com/images/fastforward/june2001/cop.gif" width="108" height="90" alt="COP" align="right" border="0" hspace="10" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. After you sign the ticket and give it to him, say "Oops! That's the wrong name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Bribe him with donuts, and when he agrees, tell him sorry, I just ate the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When he comes up to the car, say "License and registration, please" right when he says it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When he goes to read you your rights, sing "La La La, I can't hear you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Trip and fall into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Accuse him of police brutality when he pushes you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Before you sign the ticket, pick your nose. You have to sign with his pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Chew on the pen, nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Clean your ear with the pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. If it's a click pen, take it apart and play with the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;41. Ask if he has a daughter. If he says yes, say I thought the name sounded familiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Ask him if he ever worked in a prison. If he says yes, ask him how the plumbing was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Act like you are retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. When he's telling you what you did wrong, start repeating him, quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Or mumble to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. When he tells you to stop, say what are you talkin about, DUDE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Drive to Dunkin Donuts and say hmmm... only 5 of you here tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Ask if they know how to make the donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. When he comes to the car, say I have a badge just like yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Ask if he watches Cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Ask if ever watched Cop Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Giggle if he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Talk to your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Ask if he knows someone named Rosy Palm and her Five Favorite Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Accuse him of Sexual Harassment if he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. When he frisks you, say you missed a spot, and grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. When he asks to inspect your car, say there is no alcohol in my car, sir, the last cop got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Try to sell him your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Ask if you can buy his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. If he takes you to the station, Ask to sit in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF8000;"&gt;61. Play with the siren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. If you know him, say you had his wife for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. If you don't know him, ask if you can have his wife for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Oops... I meant OVER for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Ask if he ever had pu-tang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. If he asks what it is, point at him and giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. If there is someone else in the car, talk to each other in tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. When he acts confused, keep talking, look at him and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. When you are in the back, touch his neck through the fencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Turn your head and whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. When he pulls out his night stick, say what you gonna do with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. If you are female, say I don't do that on the first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. If he sticks you in the back of the car, cower in the corner, suck your thumb, and whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Ask if you can see his gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. When he says you aren't allowed, tell him I just wanted to see if mine was bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Stare at his lights and say "Look at the pretty colors!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Tell him you like men in uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Ask if you can borrow his uniform for a Halloween party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Course I'm pissed officer, d'you think I'd drive like this if I was sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Hey Asshole! Buckle UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;81. Officer, if I weren't so drunk right now i'd get out of this truck and kick your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. (After receiving a ticket) Thanks a lot, Officer Shithead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. Is that a baton in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. I was just on my way to your sisters house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Say, officer, isn't that your mom standing around on the corner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Are you just mad at me 'cause you couldn't go to college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. You can't do that, this isn't my car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. You look a little slow today, what, one too many doughnuts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. I normally keep all that junk right here (pointing to the dash board), but you see, this isn't my car, and uh, right! This isn't my beer either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. I dare ya to arrest me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8000FF;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Ha ha! I got your guu-uun! (long on gun as in a mocking tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Bet ya can't keep up with me now that your on foot! (and drive away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Can i borrow that pen? Thanks, just wanna break it so ya can't write me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Go to hell and have a nice day! (after tearing up ticket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Could ya leave me alone for a sec? I just want to finish this beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Hey! That's my beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Leave me alone! Go eat some doughnuts or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. No officer! That beer is Ralph's. No, he's sitting right there! Don't ya see him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. 60 mph in a 30 mph area? Could you put down 70 - I'm trying to sell the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Yes, officer I saw your flashing lights, but you didn't seem to be catching me, so I assumed you were after someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;101. Hey, you must'a been doin' about 125 mph to keep up with me! Good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. Sorry, officer, I didn't realize my radar detector wasn't plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;103. I thought you had to be in relatively good physical condition to be a police officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. Excuse me, but is "stick up" hyphenated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Hi officer, do you mind holding my beer while I find my driver's license?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. You know, I was going to be cop, but I decided to finish high school instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;107. Bad cop! No donut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. I was trying to keep up with traffic. Yes, I know there are no other cars around, that's how far I am behind the other cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. You're NOT gonna check the trunk, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. Didn't I see you get your butt kicked last week on "COPS"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000A0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;111. I bet I could grab that gun before you finish writing my ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. So, uh, you "on the take" or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. Gee, officer! That's terrific. The police officer yesterday only gave me a warning too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Do you know why you pulled me over? Good, at least one of us does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;115. So, are you still crabby because your mamma didn't let you play with your gun when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. Hey is that a 9mm? That's nothing compared to this .44 magnum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. When you smack the crap outta me, make sure you smile pretty for the video camcorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. Is it true that people become policemen because they are too dumb to work at McDonalds?&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/5430816076864602446-5976844705435454836?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5976844705435454836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=5976844705435454836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/5976844705435454836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/5976844705435454836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-officer.html' title='**Hello Officer...**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-2849759853571664440</id><published>2009-01-19T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:47:17.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Riddle Me This**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a few questions that need to be answered... if you know answers please comment lol. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do we park in driveways and drive on parkways?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do Lipton employees take coffee breaks?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can I yell "movie" in a crowded firehouse?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do a fool and his money GET together?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why does Hawaii have interstate highways?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How is it that a building burns up as it burns down?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If nothing ever sticks to Teflon, how do they make Teflon stick to the pan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If the pen is mightier than the sword, and a picture is worth a thousand words, how dangerous is a fax?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of bald men?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do banks charge you a "non-sufficient funds" fee on money they already know you don't have?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do they put Braille on the drive through bank machines?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a country of free speech, why are there phone bills?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did Washington flash a quarter when asked for ID?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How come there aren't B batteries?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How is it possible to have a civil war?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If the #2 pencil is so popular, why is it still #2?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I melt dry ice, can I take a bath without getting wet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crime doesn't pay...does that mean that my job is a crime?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do they get the deer to cross at that yellow road sign?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does a thermos know if the drink should be hot or cold?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does the guy who drives the snowplow get to work in the mornings?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're in a vehicle going the speed of light, what happens when you turn on the headlights?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do hot dogs come 10 to a package and hot dog buns only 8?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do tourists go to the tops of tall buildings and then put money into telescopes so they can see things on the ground close-up?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why is it that bullets ricochet off of Superman's chest, but he ducks when the gun is thrown at him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if the Hokey Pokey IS what its all about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...ULTIMATE QUESTION:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5WcX-ooUhU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5WcX-ooUhU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-2849759853571664440?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2849759853571664440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=2849759853571664440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/2849759853571664440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/2849759853571664440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-few-questions-that-need-to-be.html' title='**Riddle Me This**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-2307263545499696393</id><published>2009-01-19T10:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:35:18.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Retirement**</title><content type='html'>Yes... it is true all... Tony Dungy retires... :( I am so bummed but he deserves a wonderful retirement to enjoy with his family. ;) here is his speech....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wCwFbDLOm6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wCwFbDLOm6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on a brighter note some Peyton Manning Commercials I love! :) hehe.. I am a nerd..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NwDAfdmNMVw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NwDAfdmNMVw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rl8cKN-RxXc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rl8cKN-RxXc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8kMrLx6_aQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8kMrLx6_aQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6mfDJ02VCY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6mfDJ02VCY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-2307263545499696393?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2307263545499696393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=2307263545499696393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/2307263545499696393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/2307263545499696393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/retirement.html' title='**Retirement**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-6296496687129656387</id><published>2009-01-18T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:55:30.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**LOST**</title><content type='html'>As I sit here putting LOST into the DVD player I have to wonder and ask why it is so long.. goodness... its the show that will never end... haha... I like the show but goodness.. I need a conclusion and when it does, it gives me a new question or subject to wait for that conclusion or end. I would of never discovered LOST without my wonderful Lost pushing cousin Amber. lol. So here we go... Time to pop in the disk and lay down and get LOST on an island lol. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-6296496687129656387?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6296496687129656387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=6296496687129656387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/6296496687129656387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/6296496687129656387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost.html' title='**LOST**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-2504316480983449733</id><published>2009-01-12T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:07:16.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Challenge of the GoBots?**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PtSl3Khf1aE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PtSl3Khf1aE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay... So anyone ever watch Challenge of the GoBots? ..cause I had no idea they existed until I saw this.. haha... Megatron on Lost... I want to see that! lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5430816076864602446-2504316480983449733?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2504316480983449733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=2504316480983449733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/2504316480983449733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/2504316480983449733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/challenge-of-gobots.html' title='**Challenge of the GoBots?**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-7088880343400221175</id><published>2009-01-09T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:07:38.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**I've Been Tagged**</title><content type='html'>Okay... So my beautiful and wonderful cousin tagged me on this thing where I have to write 10 random/weird facts about myself so here we go... ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. If I were born a boy my name would have been: Curtis Robert Clarence Baker (Those are all my father's brothers names) Thank God I am not a boy because that name is so not a hot name. lol. ONE middle name is good enough for me which is Amy Marie Baker (Very American.. No? lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I sucked my thumb for YEARS. My parents had doctors put bandages and even a cast on my hand so that I would stop sucking on my thumb. My thumb was swollen up and HUGE and the doctors said that there has to be a way for her to stop... Well... My parents thought about rewards and told me, "Amy, if you can stop sucking your thumb, we will get you a Nintendo system" ...and that day forward I haven't sucked my thumb since. lol. ..guess I can be bought huh? lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am afraid of the dark. I try my best to not watch scary movies because it always makes things worst. ;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I was hit by a car when I was in the 3rd grade, I flew 40 feet and landed on the street. Did not have a scratch on my body... God is good! :) Newspapers wrote article after article on that in my city.. It was pretty crazy. lol. Super Girl! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I hate carrots... yes... that ugly orange vegetable that buggs bunny eats... yeah... ick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Until the age of 16 years old, I was never tall enough to ride the "big kid" rides at Disneyland and Six Flags, so I wore platforms... Shhh... my secret!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. MTV's show "The Real World" wanted me to be on the show but realized I was only 18 years old at the time, gave me their card and told me to call when I turned 21 years old... I never did call back lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I have never been in a physical fight with a girl but have been in fights with boys... tuff cookie I am! ...Sad part is, I only lost once and that was to my brother. I let him win! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I love my Backstreet Boys more than anything else... but I do admit, I do own a N*sync CD... it was a gift. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. When I was in elementary school our school had a spelling bee and people would "sponsor" you and one of my sponsors for 3 years was George Lucas (writer of Star Wars) ..his ex wife owned a car dealership that my dad worked for... so yeah... (I have never been a huge star wars fan, but dont tell George yeah? lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it.. I have been tagged and there we go... hmm... I think I will tag Amber Rusher lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-7088880343400221175?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7088880343400221175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=7088880343400221175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/7088880343400221175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/7088880343400221175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='**I&apos;ve Been Tagged**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-3824042532744213012</id><published>2008-12-24T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:02:00.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**WALL.E**</title><content type='html'>Such an amazing movie. #1. Disney Made it. #2. Apple #3. I love M-O ...and this is why! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XpIXvUaR9t4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XpIXvUaR9t4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/5430816076864602446-3824042532744213012?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3824042532744213012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=3824042532744213012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/3824042532744213012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/3824042532744213012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/walle.html' title='**WALL.E**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-7794916059701498636</id><published>2008-12-18T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:49:10.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Good or Bad**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Can too much alone time be bad for one's self? Since finals and school is out, I feel so confused on what I am suppose to do. No more homework or tests for 3 weeks! It will be nice to relax some but the idea of going out and not having to worry about being "responsible" just seems crazy. I think I am going through some weird emotions of being an "adult" and being an "young adult" where is the balance? Going out just doesn't seem appealing at all any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Guess it goes back to that answer of "opening yourself up to others". I have such awesome friends with their busy lives as well that things get so crazy. I think I need to learn how to balance my life more in proportion. Basically life will be crazy until after xmas but everything will pan out I am sure. I have consumed all of the Twilight books, debating if I should just read all the Harry Potter books now or re-read the Twilight series. I only have the first Harry Potter book... oOo well... I am sure I will choose one tonight since school is out. But I need to work on my "new years resolution" or I like to call it my "goals" lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;First did I accomplish my goals of 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So a new year... 2008. Wow... so its time to fill it with new memories, new laughs, new tears, new friends, and so much more... Most people make new year resolutions, I really dont want to call it that but to call it my "2008 Goals" So here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I would like the read the "One Year Bible" this year. A 365 day commitment into God's word, so push me on that guys! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I would also like to read at least 2 of the Harry Potter Books, haha... everyone talks about how great they are so that is a goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I want to go on a trip, any trip without my mother and father, weither it be to San Diego, Vegas, where ever it may be, I just want to get out and start to explore and take risks and make adventures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I want to find a hobbie again, I really want to pick up guitar, or dance... I just want to find something that I could do for fun that keeps me active and something that I have passion toward. Dance has always been my love but maybe some music would do me some good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I want to push myself into making each day the best and try to make this year a year of positive actions. This is hard for anyone but 2007 I would say was a learning experience, and this year I want to be positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And of corse, to grow closer to God. I want this the most and I want this to be the year me and God become closer than ever before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So there are some of my goals for 2008. :) So bring on the year... Im ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;I accomplished a good amount of my goals:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't read Harry Potter... but I did read the Twilight Series (All 4 Books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did go on a trip without my parents. I went to college briefing with Crave. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really get into dance or going to the gym again (goal for 2009) but I did get into ASL. I really enjoy learning another language so its kinda a hobby right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have gotten closer to God as well.... but I didn't read the Bible in a year ;( (goal for 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did alright... hmm time to make my 2009 Goals huh? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-7794916059701498636?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7794916059701498636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=7794916059701498636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/7794916059701498636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/7794916059701498636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-or-bad.html' title='**Good or Bad**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-9171724863934659226</id><published>2008-12-18T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:00:24.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Disney Fairy Tale**</title><content type='html'>As you ALL know... Who is the biggest Disney girl. ...Guess you could say me. lol. So yes, this is the disney fairy tale collection of wedding gowns and you better believe this will be the collection I will wear on that very special day. ;) Love it! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0eG9cMuHE0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0eG9cMuHE0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_H13q1Mdt4M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_H13q1Mdt4M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-9171724863934659226?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/9171724863934659226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=9171724863934659226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/9171724863934659226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/9171724863934659226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/disney-fairy-tale.html' title='**Disney Fairy Tale**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-6682251515039080763</id><published>2008-12-18T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:44:58.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**The Best Wo(man)**</title><content type='html'>Yesterday seemed just like any other day except for the strange but pretty sweet conversation we had. I was studying when my phone goes off the hook. Phone call after phone call from my dad. I pick up after so many missed calls and answered. He chatted about little things here and there and brought up how he would like to renew his vows with my mama bear.. (Shh... its a surprise... so dont tell her) for their 25th anniversary. Its not for another two years, but he was just so excited and lit up about it. He went on explaining how he wants the wedding to look and so on.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he pauses and say,"Amy, you know your my best friend in the whole world and I would like you to be my best man". I was shocked. #1. Best MAN is for a "Man" position and #2. I have a brother that fills in the position of a "Man" and I asked him why me. and He went on saying that I have been his best friend besides of corse, my mother. So I giggled and told him I would love to have that role but in one condition that it be the called "The Best Wo(man)" lol. He agreed to that arrangement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you think that was cooky enough... Then he tells me,"So you need to pick out your wedding dress". I froze. Uhh... last time I checked I was very single at this moment, not even close to the thought of a wedding. He laughed and explained how a lot of mothers let their daughters wear their wedding dresses, well since my mom and dad never had the "Disney Fairy Tale Wedding" but announced their vows at the court house, I could see what my father wanted. He wanted my mother to wear "the dress" then "I would get to wear it" when I got married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont think my mother would love any dress that I would want. Poor mother, would be prancing around in a Kristie Disney Fairy Tale Dress (oOo yes.. no other gown shopping would be needed but at the boutique that has every gown). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have a lot to do for the next two years. Be the Best Wo(man) to my father for his "secret renewing vow plot" and to hit the gym like asap so I could pick out a wedding gown. I teased my father saying, "you know that there is only one way to get me to go to the gym and get into the best physical shape possible, anything with "Amy's Wedding" involved" So if its my dress, I have to have help on kickin my butt at the gym and also picking out my dress.. So strange that I am not even close to getting married and the dress hunt begins... Happy Hunting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-6682251515039080763?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6682251515039080763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=6682251515039080763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/6682251515039080763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/6682251515039080763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-woman.html' title='**The Best Wo(man)**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-6849467593293182553</id><published>2008-12-18T14:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:09:05.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Puppet Master**</title><content type='html'>I wonder if boys think the movie looked more like this? lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1u718MmV0dg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1u718MmV0dg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/5430816076864602446-6849467593293182553?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6849467593293182553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=6849467593293182553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/6849467593293182553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/6849467593293182553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/puppet-master.html' title='**Puppet Master**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-4919462023138307229</id><published>2008-12-17T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:24:21.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Amy's Song-Switchfoot**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Amy's gone &lt;br /&gt;And time rolls on &lt;br /&gt;How far? how fast? how long? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time we saw Amy &lt;br /&gt;She was headed for the shore &lt;br /&gt;Fighting off the volatile gray skies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said now begins forever &lt;br /&gt;And that no one knows their time &lt;br /&gt;We bid farewell not knowing &lt;br /&gt;That might be our last good-bye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy was a fighter &lt;br /&gt;She cut like Casius Clay &lt;br /&gt;She burned like a fire &lt;br /&gt;Despite these rains &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where time was a question &lt;br /&gt;She only knew one song: &lt;br /&gt;She's singing, "how far, how fast, how &lt;br /&gt;long?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is a fire &lt;br /&gt;In the midnight of the soul &lt;br /&gt;It lights up like a can of gasoline &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's a freedom fighter &lt;br /&gt;She's a stand up kind of girl &lt;br /&gt;She's out to start a fire &lt;br /&gt;In a bar code plastic world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything stops moving &lt;br /&gt;And I stop to catch my breath &lt;br /&gt;And ride my train of thought &lt;br /&gt;All the way round &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts return to Amy &lt;br /&gt;And the fire she's begun &lt;br /&gt;She came when we were freezing &lt;br /&gt;And left us burning up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-4919462023138307229?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4919462023138307229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=4919462023138307229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/4919462023138307229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/4919462023138307229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/amys-song-switchfoot.html' title='**Amy&apos;s Song-Switchfoot**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-906231026160519008</id><published>2008-12-16T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:03:31.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Twilight Funnies**</title><content type='html'>::Silly Phrases on Twilight that she loves! :)::&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sparkle you Fool... Sparkle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was there. 11.21.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Love Twilight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you mean Edward Cullen isn't real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never got my Hogwarts letter, so I'm moving to Forks, WA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&amp;amp; so the Vampire rode into town on a silver volvo &amp;amp; rescued me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I hear thunder I wonder if Vampires are playing baseball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget princess I want to be a Vampire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sparkly man from Forks told me I smell good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I covered in Feathers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edward prefers brunettes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch out: I drive like a Cullen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.C.D Obsessive Cullen Disorder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Team Edward. I run with Vampires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edward ruined it for mortal men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edward is a VILF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warning: You are about to enter the presence of an overly obsessed Twilight fan. Be prepared for ear piercing shrieks and out of control babbling about some guy named Edward Cullen. You have been warned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hufflepuff cause we have Edward Cullen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Team Emmett I love my monkey man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give Blood. Date a Cullen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edward and Bella sitting in a tree H-U-N-T-I-N-G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you go pack you never go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like my men cold, dead and sparkling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast time for the human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volturi scarier than you since c. 988 BC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasper Hale. Perfect chill pill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's for breakfast? O Negative or AB Positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deck the halls with Vampires and Werewolves la-la-la-la-la-la-la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5430816076864602446-906231026160519008?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/906231026160519008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=906231026160519008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/906231026160519008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/906231026160519008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-funnies.html' title='**Twilight Funnies**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-1182735573456030163</id><published>2008-12-16T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:07:48.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Ball Game**</title><content type='html'>hehe... i love this scene. ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8dTve4gMTZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8dTve4gMTZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/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/5430816076864602446-1182735573456030163?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1182735573456030163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=1182735573456030163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/1182735573456030163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/1182735573456030163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/ball-game.html' title='**Ball Game**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-4070422402534413561</id><published>2008-12-16T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:56:02.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Blast from the Past**</title><content type='html'>Things that made me giggle and laugh through 2007/2008. ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; 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font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jWDwJIBqjSU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jWDwJIBqjSU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vzz_2ISJpKY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vzz_2ISJpKY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-4070422402534413561?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4070422402534413561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=4070422402534413561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/4070422402534413561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/4070422402534413561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-that-made-me-giggle-and-laugh.html' title='**Blast from the Past**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-7655344831210272482</id><published>2008-12-14T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:02:35.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Myspace Angels**</title><content type='html'>Something that always makes me smile and laugh is this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rBOfD2JBv0w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rBOfD2JBv0w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/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/5430816076864602446-7655344831210272482?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7655344831210272482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=7655344831210272482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/7655344831210272482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/7655344831210272482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/myspace-angels.html' title='**Myspace Angels**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-677440900533010828</id><published>2008-12-14T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:37:24.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Love Story**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; white-space: normal; "&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you is fading&lt;br /&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo, save me&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling so alone&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting for you, but you never come&lt;br /&gt;Is this in my head&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; white-space: normal;"&gt;It is funny how much I reflect on my life and still see myself that same old girl growing up. Always believing in that "Love Story" or "Fairy Tale" and so many girls do this... and I want every girl out there to know that their Love Story will come soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; white-space: normal;"&gt;"Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; white-space: normal;"&gt;Ladies! How true is this!! Seriously, If I had to bet on a author for my "Love Story" I would go all in with Christ as that author. Sometimes we can be impatient or even have a heart to heart and ask God, well... So when is this fairy tale gonna happen? And truth is, your Romeo may not be ready for his Juliet and maybe Juliet needs a little more shaping before she meets her Romeo. You never know why God hasn't brought the two of you together yet, but he has good reasoning. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; white-space: normal;"&gt;Girls, keep your chins up and be the beauty that God has created you to be. :) Your fabulous, sassy, complex, fun and wonderful women that God made! So live your life. Have fun. Enjoy the journey until you meet that prince of yours! The Love Story is all in God's timing... ;)&lt;/span&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/5430816076864602446-677440900533010828?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/677440900533010828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=677440900533010828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/677440900533010828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/677440900533010828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-story.html' title='**Love Story**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-3028536313736791780</id><published>2008-12-08T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:38:37.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Inflatable You**</title><content type='html'>I was closing on sunday night and a co-worker, Scott, put this song on the speakers and I couldnt stop laughing. What a love song! haha...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e6raVzrbqrM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e6raVzrbqrM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-3028536313736791780?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3028536313736791780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=3028536313736791780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/3028536313736791780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/3028536313736791780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/inflatable-you.html' title='**Inflatable You**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-2008807478197866214</id><published>2008-12-06T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:37:58.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Benadryl &amp; Electric Blanket**</title><content type='html'>Tonight was a hard night... but.... I am stronger than what I was before. Here is why:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 12px; "&gt;God in my living&lt;br /&gt;There in my breathing&lt;br /&gt;God in my waking&lt;br /&gt;God in my sleeping&lt;br /&gt;God in my resting&lt;br /&gt;There in my working&lt;br /&gt;God in my thinking&lt;br /&gt;God in my speaking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 12px; "&gt;Be my everything&lt;br /&gt;Be my everything&lt;br /&gt;Be my everything&lt;br /&gt;Be my everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 12px; "&gt;God in my hoping&lt;br /&gt;There in my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;God in my wathcing&lt;br /&gt;God in my waiting&lt;br /&gt;God in my laughing&lt;br /&gt;There in my weeping&lt;br /&gt;God in my hurting&lt;br /&gt;God in my healing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 12px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthepursuitofgod.com/worship/585/everything-lyrics-and-chords-by-tim-hughes/#" class="kLink" target="undefined" id="KonaLink1" style="position: static; font-weight: bold; color: blue !important; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; font-family: verdana; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-top-color: transparent !important; border-right-color: transparent !important; border-bottom-color: transparent !important; border-left-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-repeat: initial !important; background-attachment: initial !important; -webkit-background-clip: initial !important; -webkit-background-origin: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; text-transform: none !important; display: inline !important; font-variant: normal; top: 0px; right: 0px; bottom: 0px; left: 0px; background-position: initial initial !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue !important; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: normal; font-size: 14px; position: static; color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: normal; font-size: 14px; position: static; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-color: initial !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-color: initial !important; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: initial; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; color: blue; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; width: auto !important; float: none !important; display: inline !important; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in me&lt;br /&gt;Christ in me&lt;br /&gt;Christ in me the hope of glory&lt;br /&gt;You are everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 12px; "&gt;Christ in me&lt;br /&gt;Christ in me&lt;br /&gt;Christ in me the hope of glory&lt;br /&gt;Be my everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 12px; "&gt;You are everything&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 12px; "&gt;How true is this!! This is amazing... One of the songs that got me through the year of 2008! :) Even tho I broke down and was totally honest with how I felt to the person who I tried to hide it from... but it made me see how much stronger I am. ;) I am super girl! This not the end, but the beginning... My new and improve Genesis! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-2008807478197866214?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2008807478197866214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=2008807478197866214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/2008807478197866214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/2008807478197866214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/benadryl-electric-blanket.html' title='**Benadryl &amp; Electric Blanket**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-1497753373154701444</id><published>2008-12-05T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:17:08.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Britney Spears Circus Tour**</title><content type='html'>Oh yes!! Could life not be any better than what it is today! First, The Backstreet Boys!!! Amazing Right?? ;) but who else could I want to see almost as much as Backstreet... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYZLCVn9obQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYZLCVn9obQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe... Britney Spears? hehe... yes yes yes!! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&amp;amp; who would be the opening act??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9IFJ3KRmMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9IFJ3KRmMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup... PCD! oOo yes!! So excited. Thank goodness for Pre Sale Tickets, Thanks Myra! ;) cannot wait. Tickets on sale tomorrow at 11am. Get em' fast people! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-1497753373154701444?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1497753373154701444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=1497753373154701444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/1497753373154701444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/1497753373154701444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/britney-spears-circus-tour.html' title='**Britney Spears Circus Tour**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-3773021474186959151</id><published>2008-12-03T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:49:06.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Flightless Bird, American Mouth**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins&lt;br /&gt;All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys&lt;br /&gt;Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair&lt;br /&gt;Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I found you&lt;br /&gt;Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth&lt;br /&gt;Big pill looming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a fat house cat&lt;br /&gt;Nursing my sore blunt tongue&lt;br /&gt;Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks&lt;br /&gt;Pissing on magazine photos&lt;br /&gt;Those fishing lures thrown in the cold&lt;br /&gt;And clean blood of Christ mountain stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I found you&lt;br /&gt;Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth&lt;br /&gt;Big pill stuck going down&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/5430816076864602446-3773021474186959151?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3773021474186959151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=3773021474186959151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/3773021474186959151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/3773021474186959151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/flightless-bird-american-mouth.html' title='**Flightless Bird, American Mouth**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-7822950574398064560</id><published>2008-11-30T12:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:52:44.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Dreaming Away**</title><content type='html'>I have had so many dreams in the past month or so to where sleeping is almost amazing. haha... I have become such a day dreamer lately, I feel like half the time I am in a whole new world. Guess, loosing sleep, stressing about finals and grades can take a toll on you. I could lay in bed and meditate all day, I love my quiet time right now. Wish I had more of this type of time, and I have been listening to music without lyrics just instrumentals. Hmm.... I dont know.... My happy place: Electric Blanket, Comfy Pillows, iPod Touch, and God! pretty awesome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-7822950574398064560?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7822950574398064560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=7822950574398064560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/7822950574398064560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/7822950574398064560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreaming-away.html' title='**Dreaming Away**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-833738193685605194</id><published>2008-11-29T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:46:58.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Her Genesis**</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like you were starting a new beginning and have no idea what it is? Well.. I have hit that point. I am not sure what the beginning may be, but I do know that my life has completely changed. God has been such a blessing and I am so thankful for that. I have overcome all obstacles that I never thought I could. As I write this, I can see just how much he has helped my heart and inner peace. It was like boot camp this last year. At times I could smile, laugh and giggle all day long and there were times where I was stuffing my face in a pillow pouring out a fountain of tears. This year was the most growth that I have ever accomplished. Last night this past year of "training" was put to the test, and I am still surprised at how I handled it. I cannot thank God enough. It didn't matter how much I threw my fits, God pulled me back on the path her paved for me. As I stand on this paved road of not knowing where it will lead me,  I know my God does and I trust him as my guide.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I was curled up under 3 blankets and just closed my eyes and kept saying, I do not know how I feel Lord, but I know you want the best for me and I trust you to be the author of my life. I probably said it 5 times before I blacked out and fell asleep. It was a dreamless night but frequently waking up. Not having my cell phone on me is just driving me crazy. No cell phone, no alarm clock, no time! I hate feeling like I do not have everything I need for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I lay here in my warm cozy bed of comfort typing this blog, I see how my prayer was finally answered. I can only speak from my own heart, and I feel more at peace than ever before. Which closes the book that has been opened far too long. Today, is my new Genesis. Nothing has changed on my location, grades, work, life at all. It is more of closing something that has haunted me for a while now and I feel free. I do not feel trap into all the why questions any longer. I do not look back asking God all the questions that I had before because it makes perfect sense to me now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So where does this Genesis begin?  I do not know... All I know is, that is starts today. I no longer need to look at the pages of my life and ask all the questions that I did. The past is something that is behind you, I have so much to look forward to in my life. Work, School, Church, Family, Friends and just so much more... Good morning new chapter in this life of mine. Good morning to all the new and exciting things ahead. Good morning to you oh faithful father who has always been by my side. God, you always amaze me with everything you do. now its good morning to today and good night yesterday! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-833738193685605194?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/833738193685605194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=833738193685605194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/833738193685605194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/833738193685605194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/her-genesis.html' title='**Her Genesis**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-4718447928309888996</id><published>2008-11-25T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:26:29.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Dear Santa Claus**</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my list ideas for 2008! I have been asked for what I wanted for xmas, and so I decided to make something in the ball park of what I like. Basically you cant ever go wrong with my Disney and Hello Kitty love but here is a list. ;) Thanks Santa! oOo &amp;amp; I will take a Backstreet Boy or Edward Cullen, I am not picky! :) If I can think of more, I will add it on here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Stores: Vault Disney 28 (Downtown Disney), Nordstrom, Hot Topic (ONLY for my tshirts and a disney bag), Metro Park &amp;amp; More...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_5709073-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/_5709073-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Converse Chuck Taylor Glitter Sneakers @ Nordstrom.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B.P Shoes. Size 5-6 (princesses have small feet k!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/?action=view&amp;amp;current=287938_hi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/287938_hi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disney Couture Shirts EX: Mickey Mouse Shirt @ Disney Vault 28 &amp;amp; Hot Topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shirts L/XL ( I do not like my shirts tight fitting. I like them loose and comfy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/?action=view&amp;amp;current=217955_hi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/217955_hi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disney/Sanrio Couture Accessories EX: Bambie Tote Bag @ Disney Vault 28 &amp;amp; Hot Topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Size&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/?action=view&amp;amp;current=203837_hi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/203837_hi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Team Edwards Twilight @ Hot Topic**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shirts XL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/?action=view&amp;amp;current=320268_hi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/320268_hi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Team Edwards Twilight @ Hot Topic**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pin One Size&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/?action=view&amp;amp;current=V278470_CH1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/V278470_CH1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flannel PINK PJs EX: PINK @ Victoria Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pants S-M (again, I like them loose and comfy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/?action=view&amp;amp;current=acc_scarf_gloves_image.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/acc_scarf_gloves_image.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever 21 EX: Trendy Fun Things @ Nordstrom, Disney Vault 28, Forever 21 &amp;amp; more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comfy, Loose, Stylish... ME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-4718447928309888996?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4718447928309888996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=4718447928309888996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/4718447928309888996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/4718447928309888996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-santa-claus.html' title='**Dear Santa Claus**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Myspace/th__5709073-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-743543324344788075</id><published>2008-11-25T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:42:47.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Womanizer**</title><content type='html'>You know you have worked for the Apple too long, when you think this video is funny... i see the geek squad mobile... not an Apple.. yeah... PC users are dorks! word! :0) oOo darn it.. there was an Apple computer used... dang it... back to the drawing board.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DoP3C76ioTU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DoP3C76ioTU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/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/5430816076864602446-743543324344788075?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/743543324344788075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=743543324344788075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/743543324344788075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/743543324344788075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/womanizer.html' title='**Womanizer**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-7657563089805113188</id><published>2008-11-25T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:34:56.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Uncle Bob's Birthday**</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Uncle Bob!! ;) Here are pictures Amber my love!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Me%20and%20Girls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1696.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Me%20and%20Girls/IMG_1696.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disneyland here I Come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Me%20and%20Girls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1697.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Me%20and%20Girls/IMG_1697.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me &amp;amp; My Cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Me%20and%20Girls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1700.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Me%20and%20Girls/IMG_1700.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Me%20and%20Girls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1701.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Me%20and%20Girls/IMG_1701.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Me%20and%20Girls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1702.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Me%20and%20Girls/IMG_1702.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make a wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Me%20and%20Girls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1704.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Me%20and%20Girls/IMG_1704.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Dorthy cuts the cake&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/5430816076864602446-7657563089805113188?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7657563089805113188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=7657563089805113188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/7657563089805113188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/7657563089805113188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/uncle-bobs-birthday.html' title='**Uncle Bob&apos;s Birthday**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/Me%20and%20Girls/th_IMG_1696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-6663351753682948864</id><published>2008-11-25T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:12:50.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Backstreet's Back Alright!**</title><content type='html'>Of corse these pics are on my myspace and facebook.. but I just had to put some of my favs on here.. what would a blog page be without my Backstreet! :) lol. Enjoy! Loved this concert it was amazing, besides the girls getting fussy. Goodness, want to see a catfight? Go see BSB in a crowded pushing group of women. One girl put chewed gum in my hair.. yeah... but Im a rebel, takes a lot more than that to get me all fussy like them! ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/IMG_1484_4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hollywood... Here is A Little Monster coming for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/IMG_1480_4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/IMG_1495_2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy Food Before the Show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/IMG_1504_2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mandy &amp;amp; Amy since 7th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/IMG_1688_2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BACKSTREET BOYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/IMG_1527_2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boxing up the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/IMG_1554_2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deal me in guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/IMG_1672_2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All 5 Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/mzqueenbee05/IMG_1674_2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a Show!?!&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/5430816076864602446-6663351753682948864?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6663351753682948864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=6663351753682948864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/6663351753682948864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/6663351753682948864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/backstreets-back-alright.html' title='**Backstreet&apos;s Back Alright!**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-4823027121397723624</id><published>2008-11-25T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:36:56.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Definition of Exican**</title><content type='html'>Wikipedia &lt;div&gt;Definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ex: Not Including; Without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merriam-Webster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definition:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mexican: A native or inhabitant of Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amypedia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definition:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exican: A native Ex who inhabited one's heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photobucket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definition:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exican: A sombrero hat wearing donut with a crazy mustache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/exican" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii203/Love_Desires/Mexicandonut.png" border="0" alt="exican donut Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5430816076864602446-4823027121397723624?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4823027121397723624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=4823027121397723624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/4823027121397723624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/4823027121397723624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/definition-of-exican.html' title='**Definition of Exican**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-3368471571416635133</id><published>2008-11-24T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:19:25.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Backstreet Boys VS Simply Boy Bands**</title><content type='html'>So... As you all most likely know... I just went to the Backstreet Boys Concert... and I LOVED IT!! so amazing.. They are still just as amazing as the first CD! woot woot.... So here is where I would love to take a poll... Who is the best boyband? Backstreet Boys or Simply Boy Bands? So you vote... ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8kxZ8wU8hM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8kxZ8wU8hM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;**Backstreet Boys**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;********OR**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WITy4Qi-dQQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WITy4Qi-dQQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;**Simply Boy Bands**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;YOU DECIDE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-3368471571416635133?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3368471571416635133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=3368471571416635133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/3368471571416635133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/3368471571416635133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/backstreet-boys-vs-simply-boy-bands.html' title='**Backstreet Boys VS Simply Boy Bands**'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430816076864602446.post-2705883445098469668</id><published>2008-09-11T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:53:36.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Bloggers!</title><content type='html'>I gave in a joined the blogging cult. First Myspace then Facebook now blogspot. what next... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430816076864602446-2705883445098469668?l=amysmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2705883445098469668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430816076864602446&amp;postID=2705883445098469668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/2705883445098469668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430816076864602446/posts/default/2705883445098469668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysmile.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-bloggers.html' title='Hello Bloggers!'/><author><name>Amy Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597102709252038419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUYZBnYXD2k/SWuuoA0t5aI/AAAAAAAAACo/svfikKTLsF8/S220/IMG_1818.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
