<?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-5127775640400364524</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:12:35.957-07:00</updated><category term='girls night out'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='Floral Design'/><category term='introductions'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='Dieting'/><category term='Births'/><category term='Diets'/><category term='birthday parties'/><category term='Weight Watchers'/><title type='text'>I attract crazy like a magnet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-8369313349268370167</id><published>2008-09-07T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:39:01.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieting'/><title type='text'>Happy Happy Joy Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SMSq9l7G1UI/AAAAAAAAAKI/tCpuN90wBC0/s1600-h/1220632169933_430x600_356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SMSq9l7G1UI/AAAAAAAAAKI/tCpuN90wBC0/s320/1220632169933_430x600_356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243503841294865730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This ad really cracked me up!  I saw it today while on myspace and thought it was perfect for my blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I weighed myself tonight as I was about to jump in the shower and....*drum roll please*.....I have lost 6 whole lbs.  I'm so happy because I am working really hard at this!  Well thats really all right now just felt like shouting it to the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5127775640400364524-8369313349268370167?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/8369313349268370167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=8369313349268370167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/8369313349268370167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/8369313349268370167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy Happy Joy Joy!'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SMSq9l7G1UI/AAAAAAAAAKI/tCpuN90wBC0/s72-c/1220632169933_430x600_356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-9206331461082048294</id><published>2008-09-03T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:31:18.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieting'/><title type='text'>What The French, Toast?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SL6ttIc86SI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rkWyDOHLLkU/s1600-h/2517323737_4e2ac8e89a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SL6ttIc86SI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rkWyDOHLLkU/s320/2517323737_4e2ac8e89a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241818007180470562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, week one of weight watchers is over.  I feel better, I have more energy, I'm walking, I'm eating right and drinking lots of water.  I didn't loose a pound....not even one!  I was tragically upset...then my Mom weighed and she lost 3 whole pounds.  Well being the competitive person that I am I called her a looser and pouted.  My leader told me my problem was drinking too much water on the day of weigh-in.  *I shake my fist at water retention*&lt;br /&gt;   In hind sight I am proud of my Mom and I'm going to pick myself up and continue on to my goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5127775640400364524-9206331461082048294?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/9206331461082048294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=9206331461082048294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/9206331461082048294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/9206331461082048294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-french-toast.html' title='What The French, Toast?'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SL6ttIc86SI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rkWyDOHLLkU/s72-c/2517323737_4e2ac8e89a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-6512446981065076443</id><published>2008-08-27T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:00:42.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diets'/><title type='text'>Shape Up Or Ship Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SLWPurUs_-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/dmkxBeR06pY/s1600-h/weight%2Bwatchers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SLWPurUs_-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/dmkxBeR06pY/s320/weight%2Bwatchers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239251773581754338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Yeah little buddy I feel the same way about you!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The other day I got a call from my Mom inviting me to go with her to Weight Watchers, when she offered to pay for everything all doubt vanished from my mind.  I went.  You know what, this is doable!  I love a diet that has cheating programed in!  I'm not going to diet everyone to death with hourly updates on what I'm eating, however, I thought it may be fun to update everyone once a week how I doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SLWPvMz_aFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SxTG5Bn6cPQ/s1600-h/img_highlight_weight_watchers-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SLWPvMz_aFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SxTG5Bn6cPQ/s320/img_highlight_weight_watchers-de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239251782571354194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Its noon on my first day and I have eaten twice and only have used up 4 points out of the like 35 I'm allowed, gotta make this short cause I got a lot of eating to do!  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I plan on kicking my Mom's ass, she made a comment last night that she could loss more weight than me. Its time to drop it like it hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The sweet thing is that my child, when he found out what I was doing, said "Why do you want to loose weight? Your perfect the way you are!"  *I raised him right*....Lets get one thing clear, this is a "make yourself healthier" choice.  I like the fact that I'm a thick girl, gives me character.  I just have a little too much character right now, gotta tone it down a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to join me...we could do an email support group!  That would rock, and we could cyber high-five each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5127775640400364524-6512446981065076443?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6512446981065076443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=6512446981065076443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/6512446981065076443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/6512446981065076443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/shape-up-or-ship-out.html' title='Shape Up Or Ship Out'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SLWPurUs_-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/dmkxBeR06pY/s72-c/weight%2Bwatchers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-3532554250623258070</id><published>2008-08-15T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:19:42.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got A Second Blog!!!</title><content type='html'>I got another blog...its for my floral design.  It will be a photo blog with tutorials and shop talk, but its mainly going to be for my portfolio!  Check it out and let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thefloraldepartment.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5127775640400364524-3532554250623258070?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/3532554250623258070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=3532554250623258070' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/3532554250623258070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/3532554250623258070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-second-blog.html' title='I Got A Second Blog!!!'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-475217751923723350</id><published>2008-08-14T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:04:45.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Floral Design'/><title type='text'>Pumpin' Out Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SKS3PgJCbGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2lf6nbXxvqs/s1600-h/8-14-08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SKS3PgJCbGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2lf6nbXxvqs/s320/8-14-08+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234510143865121890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Today I did this beautiful arrangement for a lady's dinning room table.  I am proud of it and thought I would show it off.  These photos really turned out well considering I have no clue how to work this camera of mine!  I want photography lessons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SKS3P831VeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NLemmVxdiWo/s1600-h/8-14-08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SKS3P831VeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NLemmVxdiWo/s320/8-14-08+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234510151577589218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;       On another note...I am now able to put my hair in pigtails again.  So what they're "Cindy Lou Who" pigtails, I'm going to rock them anyway!!  I'm glad I cut my hair all off and donated my hair to Locks of Love, but I miss my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5127775640400364524-475217751923723350?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/475217751923723350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=475217751923723350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/475217751923723350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/475217751923723350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/pumpin-out-pretty.html' title='Pumpin&apos; Out Pretty'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SKS3PgJCbGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2lf6nbXxvqs/s72-c/8-14-08+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-6400792042347117811</id><published>2008-08-08T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:31:03.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Births'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><title type='text'>The Birth of Baby Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyZV-bVciI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NUj8zc2HpMY/s1600-h/8-8-08+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyZV-bVciI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NUj8zc2HpMY/s320/8-8-08+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232225469911626274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well we had a beautiful sunrise this morning...hard to believe I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; for it!  I woke up at about 6 am, I was excited about the birth of my best friend, Rachel's baby boy.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyZV1teLDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dLXRbEMJEik/s1600-h/8-8-08+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyZV1teLDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dLXRbEMJEik/s320/8-8-08+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232225467571776562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    It was so nice to see this lovely face at the hospital!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right Alia traveled all night (literally) to be here this morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyZV6zwj_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/QKKCfltqvAc/s1600-h/8-8-08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyZV6zwj_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/QKKCfltqvAc/s320/8-8-08+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232225468940324850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Rachel's Dad was another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;, he also traveled most of the night to get here in time.  We kinda scolded him because he isn't supposed to be driving anywhere by himself (he has a bad heart).  But it was a nice surprise all the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyZWEjQogI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oG1XH6oKBAw/s1600-h/8-8-08+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyZWEjQogI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oG1XH6oKBAw/s320/8-8-08+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232225471555478018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Everyone was excited and we were glad to have Delilah there to keep us occupied!  She thought it was a party for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyYiHSd2II/AAAAAAAAAE8/jCTEn2fUcxA/s1600-h/8-8-08+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyYiHSd2II/AAAAAAAAAE8/jCTEn2fUcxA/s320/8-8-08+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232224578937149570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyYiT9DV3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/_H55gp8dzdU/s1600-h/8-8-08+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyYiT9DV3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/_H55gp8dzdU/s320/8-8-08+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232224582336993138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Jackson Charles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crisman&lt;/span&gt; was born at 10:16 am, he weighed 6 lbs 3 3/4 oz.  And he is 17 inches long....what a cutie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyYik0wBzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QYStuHuwYEw/s1600-h/8-8-08+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyYik0wBzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QYStuHuwYEw/s320/8-8-08+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232224586865575730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyYi5n4vzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VTd1bzIW-g4/s1600-h/8-8-08+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyYi5n4vzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VTd1bzIW-g4/s320/8-8-08+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232224592448765746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyYizhTdII/AAAAAAAAAFc/NMTeK38l78k/s1600-h/8-8-08+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyYizhTdII/AAAAAAAAAFc/NMTeK38l78k/s320/8-8-08+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232224590810543234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    We are so glad this little guy is finally here! Today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be a lucky day for births 8-08-08....that will be easy to remember.  I can't wait to hold him, but I'm going to let mom rest and get some time in for herself first. &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/5127775640400364524-6400792042347117811?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6400792042347117811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=6400792042347117811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/6400792042347117811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/6400792042347117811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/birth-of-baby-jack.html' title='The Birth of Baby Jack'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJyZV-bVciI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NUj8zc2HpMY/s72-c/8-8-08+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-8257297929645703097</id><published>2008-08-07T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:07:10.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJt-umKLoII/AAAAAAAAAEM/exXfQzHNUDc/s1600-h/8-8-08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJt-umKLoII/AAAAAAAAAEM/exXfQzHNUDc/s320/8-8-08+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231914731103297666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    It has been so hot the last week or so that I am happy to see storm clouds on the horizon. As a child and teenager I was always fascinated by weather. I was brave to the point of stupidity when a storm would roll up, where most would stay in a safe place, I would be out in it looking for funnel clouds and watching lightening.&lt;br /&gt;       It caught up with me once, in about 1999. It was a stormy Sunday afternoon in September. It was thundering and I wanted to walk across the back yard to my grandparents house to get a coke out of the little fridge they kept on their back porch for us kids. So no shoes, I'm walking threw the back yard when a lightening bolt struck a tree about twenty 30 feet away from me. I saw a bright flash of light and a ball of fire go down a power line, then I felt something hot hit me in the head. I have never ran so fast in my life. My mom met me at the back door and checked me out. I had been hit by a hot piece of bark from the tree...bleeding like a stuck hog, we went to the ER and I got glued up. (I have a 1 inch scar in the hairline of my scalp).&lt;br /&gt;   Needless to say, after my near "Come to Jesus Meeting", I am a lot more respectful of the forces of nature. But I will still look at clouds and take pictures. So here are a few fotos I have taken in the past week or two of clouds and approaching storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJt-OPeF-eI/AAAAAAAAADs/qvh4FMgcI-Q/s1600-h/8-8-08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJt-OPeF-eI/AAAAAAAAADs/qvh4FMgcI-Q/s320/8-8-08+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231914175256984034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJt-OEV19QI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XTGunfvxy6I/s1600-h/8-8-08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJt-OEV19QI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XTGunfvxy6I/s320/8-8-08+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231914172269589762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJt-Of-BtPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2cLF9jDVDSA/s1600-h/8-8-08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJt-Of-BtPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2cLF9jDVDSA/s320/8-8-08+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231914179685889266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJt-OSRr28I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ds-gjEdLlmA/s1600-h/8-8-08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJt-OSRr28I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ds-gjEdLlmA/s320/8-8-08+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231914176010247106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5127775640400364524-8257297929645703097?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/8257297929645703097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=8257297929645703097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/8257297929645703097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/8257297929645703097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/stormy-weather.html' title='Stormy Weather'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SJt-umKLoII/AAAAAAAAAEM/exXfQzHNUDc/s72-c/8-8-08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-6366218509761143990</id><published>2008-08-02T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:07:06.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of sex in something short of a city</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;       The dating scene here is lackluster.  The problem being in such a small town  is that the dating pool tends to run low.  There aren't many guys here that are dateable, and believe me I have waisted a lot of time trying to make the undateable, dateable.  That just made me miserable.  So I have been hibernating and licking my wounds for a while, which in retrospect was a bad idea.  But I can't dwell on whats in the past I must learn from it and let it go so I can move forward.&lt;br /&gt;       I have a friend who wants to set me up with someone, but I am really weary about blind dates (I think they suck). Who needs the anxiety??  She wants to set me up with someone who is way above my age comfort zone. She says thats the ticket to happiness...I say thats the ticket to feeling like I'm hanging out with my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;       Don't get me wrong, I have had my fair share of fun here lately *aahem...flirting and even licking a guy*.  It always makes me feel better about myself to be out and about and flirty!  But I am not and will never be the *one night stand* kind of gal, too many labels come with that.  I really can't enjoy myself unless I am emotionally attached.  Thats just how I'm wired!   So here I am stuck in rut.  I guess I'm old fashion or I have read too many romance novels, something, but I am still waiting to be "swept off my feet".  I have had a lifetimes worth of disappointment in this area of my life and I am ready for a change, but wait, I hate change! Oh crap! Damn I am screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5127775640400364524-6366218509761143990?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6366218509761143990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=6366218509761143990' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/6366218509761143990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/6366218509761143990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/lack-of-sex-in-something-short-of-city.html' title='Lack of sex in something short of a city'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-5231404280351079203</id><published>2008-07-29T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:26:42.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its 1am and I can't make myself go to bed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Man, I'm really tired but I can't seem to make that decision to go on and go to bed!  Today was a good day, not much going on at work so I left an hour early.  Hung out with Chas tonight (she is a member of the BFF club).  She came over and I cooked for us and we chick flicked it.  Then we sat around laughing and being ridiculous. I'm gonna miss her one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I noticed an insane amount of dragonflies swarming about, not complaining, they are not only beautiful but the eat these god awful mosquitos!  I haven't seen them out in such large numbers in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;   I am sick of this heat.  I can not stand to be hot...somebody fan me damn it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5127775640400364524-5231404280351079203?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/5231404280351079203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=5231404280351079203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/5231404280351079203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/5231404280351079203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-1am-and-i-cant-make-myself-go-to.html' title='Its 1am and I can&apos;t make myself go to bed...'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-4853837688582911696</id><published>2008-07-28T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:35:36.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls night out'/><title type='text'>Hot Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SI6dur7jtGI/AAAAAAAAABU/gL9vLpbPuLA/s1600-h/l_65cd5cfc1003c7ea76c73d01f384e5f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SI6dur7jtGI/AAAAAAAAABU/gL9vLpbPuLA/s320/l_65cd5cfc1003c7ea76c73d01f384e5f9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289642815796322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   After promising each other for like a month that we would soon go out for a girls night out, Mary (one of the in-girls of my inner circle of BFFs) and I finally did the deed.  NO!! Get your head out of the gutter!  We finally got our chance to go out for a swanky dinner at this new restaurant here in town by the name Rust.  And I have to say I was impressed with the atmosphere of this place.  I never thought anyone could have beat the feel of the last cool spot in town (The Delta Eye) which was located in the same spot.  Sitting there reminded me of our Wednesday night sushi days.  Back then the place was a pallet of funky colors and folk art, very hip.  Now after renovation the space is transformed into a chic, cozy date place....very romantic atmosphere!  I had a blast pretending to be on a date!  Mary kept promising to put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;out, but that was just the booze talking!  BAH!!!  After we had a drink Mary was so excited about out "adult" time that she double knuckle bumped me....fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;   You see, Mary and I have a history when it comes to girl's night out...back in the day (when she was still single) we use to cause havoc  when we were out on the "prowl" together.  The last time being very memorable!  we both wound up shit-faced and I remember sitting in a guys lap explaining my contraceptives to him...while she was beating guys up in her "I'm drunk and I think guys like playing rough" mode....I think people thanked her sister for showing up to take her home.  She can be a hand full!  I just wound up having a friend drive me and my car home, I think that was the sickest I ever felt! Good times for real!&lt;br /&gt;   I miss those old days when I actually had single friends...now everyone is all married and stuff, not as cool as it use to be!  On another note I think I am going to smear Vaseline on the lenses of my camera to get the effect like in the pic above, it gives me a flawless look that I can get use to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5127775640400364524-4853837688582911696?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/4853837688582911696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=4853837688582911696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/4853837688582911696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/4853837688582911696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/07/hot-date-night.html' title='Hot Date Night'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SI6dur7jtGI/AAAAAAAAABU/gL9vLpbPuLA/s72-c/l_65cd5cfc1003c7ea76c73d01f384e5f9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-856129253490252809</id><published>2008-07-26T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:12:38.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Bad Dream and Blog Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Sorry I haven't blogged in a hot minute.  I guess I suffer from writer's block or a severe case of nothing much going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Last night was the first night in a long time that I woke up with anxiety from a bad dream.  I had a dream that my brother was killed in a car wreck.  This really freaked me out and has left me a nervous wreck all day.  I researched dream symbolism and here is what I found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" name="Death "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;To       dream about the death of a loved one, suggests that you are lacking a       certain aspect or quality that the loved one embodies. Ask yourself what       makes this person special or what do you like about him. It is that very       quality that you are lacking in your own relationship or circumstances.       Alternatively, it indicates that whatever that person represents has no       part in your own life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is very interesting.  It is amazing how much you can learn about yourself by paying attention to whats going on with your subconscious.  It has inspired me to keep a dream journal of sorts. If I find anything interesting I shall post it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5127775640400364524-856129253490252809?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/856129253490252809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=856129253490252809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/856129253490252809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/856129253490252809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-dream-and-blog-writers-block.html' title='Bad Dream and Blog Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-6201843976579110825</id><published>2008-07-08T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:47:01.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got my Check!!!!</title><content type='html'>I got my stimulus check today...woohoo! I thought it would never get here.  I got it to the bank in time to save myself a bounced check fee and now I have a few dollars for my up coming trip to "Hot-Lanta".  I am going to Market for the shop I work for, thats always fun but hard work! &lt;br /&gt;    I like going because I can buy really cool stuff for gifts for my friends.  Gotta stock up on Christmas gifts...and my friend Kandi's birthday!  Since my friends are having good luck with giveaways I am entering a few myself...Also I plan on getting something really cool at Market for a giveaway of my own!!! Details coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;    I hope I win this one....Its the most adorable little dress!  Maybe for my Niece or God-Daughter...*fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://playisthething.blogspot.com/2008/07/giveaway.html"&gt;http://playisthething.blogspot.com/2008/07/giveaway.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5127775640400364524-6201843976579110825?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6201843976579110825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=6201843976579110825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/6201843976579110825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/6201843976579110825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/07/got-my-check.html' title='Got my Check!!!!'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-7552597146292168125</id><published>2008-07-06T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:35:50.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Band from babying my baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Well, I just got informed by my 10 year old that I need to stop babying him.  Definitely sounds like his "father" was drilling this into his head.  I don't feel like I really baby him, I feel like I can actually be a little tough on him at times.  I asked him for an example of how I "baby" him. He could only come up with how I refer to him as "my little boy" or I'll say "Its o.k. baby", and I quickly told him that he will always be my baby even when he is like 90.  I feel as a parent I am responsible for his mental, physical and spiritual well being.  How I show that is by showing him I am on his side and I try to reassure him that I love him no matter what.  I have always been extra careful with him because he is a sensitive child (he never was the "rough-n-tumble" type). &lt;br /&gt;    I am not so sure as to how to let him grow up. I admit that.  I am in denial about the fact that puberty is right around the bend (I seriously freak out when anyone mentions it).  Its hard for me because I don't have a grown male living with me to help out.  I had to teach this kid how to stand up and pee, I sure hope that having his mom teach him how to shake after peeing doesn't cause him to have to spend much time on the "couch" later on in life! &lt;br /&gt;    Well I do the best I can for him!  That's what I keep in mind and hope I don't traumatize him during his childhood!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5127775640400364524-7552597146292168125?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/7552597146292168125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=7552597146292168125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/7552597146292168125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/7552597146292168125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/07/band-from-babying-my-baby.html' title='Band from babying my baby'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-5299705218584313265</id><published>2008-07-03T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:24:01.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday parties'/><title type='text'>Only the best birthday party EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have always had all kinds crazy-fun ideas for birthday parties...all for little girls of corse...and I never got to do any of them because I was blessed with a boy instead. That is until today!  Well if I cant use my ideas on my on child I'll just steal someone else's child and party it up Amber-style!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My boss' little girl is turning 12 and she loves flowers and hanging out with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; us at the shop. So I suggested that she have her birthday party at the shop and I would show her and her friends how to make a cute little arrangement.  So if you will be patient with me I will attempt to upload some pics from the party.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SG2gyYPN9VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eqFE43iC7ZY/s1600-h/7-3-08+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SG2gyYPN9VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eqFE43iC7ZY/s320/7-3-08+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219004330552456530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SG2hxup-_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rvqDzFFfmR8/s1600-h/7-3-08+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SG2hxup-_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rvqDzFFfmR8/s320/7-3-08+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219005418902060962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of the cute little arrangements that the girls did!  They turned out to be a really talented group of girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SG2j3DXT3vI/AAAAAAAAABA/d7lE2hzqLNM/s1600-h/7-3-08+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SG2j3DXT3vI/AAAAAAAAABA/d7lE2hzqLNM/s320/7-3-08+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219007709383483122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is a pic of the really cute cake!!! It was a really yummy cake too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SG2k3MM3keI/AAAAAAAAABI/roTWLgwMmg4/s1600-h/7-3-08+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SG2k3MM3keI/AAAAAAAAABI/roTWLgwMmg4/s320/7-3-08+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219008811267232226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is a group photo of the girls and me! They were excited and had a good time!!!&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/5127775640400364524-5299705218584313265?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/5299705218584313265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=5299705218584313265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/5299705218584313265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/5299705218584313265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-best-birthday-party-ever.html' title='Only the best birthday party EVER!!!'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SG2gyYPN9VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eqFE43iC7ZY/s72-c/7-3-08+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127775640400364524.post-5352413531355253048</id><published>2008-07-02T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:09:22.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introductions'/><title type='text'>So I broke down and got my very own blog spot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So this is my first blog! I'm sure things will be a bit more interesting in the future....I am going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to blog once a day....lots of crazy things happen to and around me so I promise you will to hear of them.  I am the type of girl who wears her pants backwards (and not intentionally)....so expect loads of fun stuff like that in this blog, but not tonight sorry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just a few facts about myself...I'm a single mom to a beautiful 10 year old boy named Chris....I am a floral designer in a small shop and that's lots of fun and tends to be drama ridden!  I also suffer from SSD (Spontaneous Singing Disorder) which means I can burst out in song at any given moment...even commercial jingles aren't safe from me!  It's a serious condition really...I absolutely have to sing along with whatever is playing, this gets to be awkward when there are songs out there such as "I kissed a girl and I liked it"...makes me look like I am..well you know....but honestly its because I can't help but to sing along with songs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well thats all for now! It grows late and I have to work in the morning!!!&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/5127775640400364524-5352413531355253048?l=amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/feeds/5352413531355253048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5127775640400364524&amp;postID=5352413531355253048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/5352413531355253048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5127775640400364524/posts/default/5352413531355253048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberleahorsefly.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-broke-down-and-got-my-very-own.html' title='So I broke down and got my very own blog spot!'/><author><name>amberleahorsefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616158075458015516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7skW4K66p-A/SGxjtUdlQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Scy9vsGv1rE/S220/1249649253_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
