<?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-8987193478851764641</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:30:31.622-07:00</updated><category term='Sophia'/><category term='Reading'/><category term='First Grade'/><category term='photography'/><category term='books'/><category term='Family'/><category term='picnik'/><category term='kids'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-8881028113932831973</id><published>2010-09-29T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T08:00:10.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and then she was 6...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKpqk7IruI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hvFwkipz-PU/s1600/PA040058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKpqk7IruI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hvFwkipz-PU/s320/PA040058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;from there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKqCuDYiPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RpSmcb5tQ_A/s1600/P7180049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKqCuDYiPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RpSmcb5tQ_A/s320/P7180049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKqej6YJaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X9vlq6gqrJ0/s1600/P3210057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKqej6YJaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X9vlq6gqrJ0/s320/P3210057.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKqwwVYRmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9r5L_HvFv9I/s1600/down.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKqwwVYRmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9r5L_HvFv9I/s320/down.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKrHeoOcOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/j5-ZKbDPhbA/s1600/IMG_2138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKrHeoOcOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/j5-ZKbDPhbA/s320/IMG_2138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKrgXGAZ_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/55gokGYm87M/s1600/gigi1stday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKrgXGAZ_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/55gokGYm87M/s320/gigi1stday.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and going there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKr6C4b8iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZMIs_74WKt4/s1600/IMG_4669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKr6C4b8iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZMIs_74WKt4/s320/IMG_4669.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to a lifetime of firsts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKsYsPk0JI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ms5G2GVi_OY/s1600/IMG_4836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKsYsPk0JI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ms5G2GVi_OY/s320/IMG_4836.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and discovery never-ending...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKs97WTTnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nLK2pP00deQ/s1600/IMG_6303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKs97WTTnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nLK2pP00deQ/s320/IMG_6303.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and more proud moments than I ever thought possible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKuN_CWUiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NcR-7eSyw8Y/s1600/IMG_5868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKuN_CWUiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NcR-7eSyw8Y/s320/IMG_5868.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;here's to taking after...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKvFNMVaMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cRfItb5isqA/s1600/IMG_6345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKvFNMVaMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cRfItb5isqA/s320/IMG_6345.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but also forging a path as unique as you are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKv_sGDZOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KV8GFm2BAFY/s1600/IMG_7270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKv_sGDZOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KV8GFm2BAFY/s320/IMG_7270.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;here's to those bright eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKxFFlph7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/0rErz9d3TBc/s1600/IMG_7287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TKKxFFlph7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/0rErz9d3TBc/s320/IMG_7287.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and here's to discovering new reasons to love you every single day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today, you are 6...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sassy, smart, scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;loved like you could not comprehend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Your arrival brought many adventures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;worries, joys, wonders, sleepless nights,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"you are my sunshine" on repeat as you (hopefully) fall asleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The startling &amp;amp; scary realization that i see so much of me in you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and sometimes praying so hard to not let that be true...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If only to protect you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've blinked and suddenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;here we are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and then, she was 6.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You are the best thing that ever happened to me SC...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and I will love you forever &amp;amp; always &amp;amp; no matter what &amp;amp; to the moon &amp;amp; back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;momma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/THvgJ_a4IHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eSPTrKz747s/s320/ifibuilt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511245031265542258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;S's 1st grade teacher sent home a sheet asking parents to volunteer to read to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are many, many things about being a parent that I just don't groove with. I'm not great at getting down on the floor &amp;amp; playing. My patience level, even at best, is not enough to carry me through a session of Barbies or Batman. My mind wanders. Selfish, I know. I've tried. Lord knows I've tried. And I have gotten a wee bit better. A wee bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reading to my kiddos is a whole different story. This I love. As a kid, I loved books. As an adult, I love books. I will rarely say no to my kids if they want to buy a book. I love changing my voice &amp;amp; inflection to suit the story, I enjoy getting animated as I read. I really hope to bring the story to life for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I immediately checked my calendar &amp;amp; signed up for two dates to visit &amp;amp; read. Mrs. H (S's teacher) sent home an updated list of parent readers and I was explaining to S about how I excited I was for my dates to come up. During this conversation (which occurred last Thursday), we discovered that there was no one signed up for tomorrow (Friday). S BEGGED me to email her teacher and raced to her room to select a book for me to read. I futilely attempted to explain to her that there was no guarantee Mrs. H would need me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, she gladly accepted my offer to come read. I told S before she left for school that I would see her a little sooner than pick-up time because I was coming to read to her class. She beamed. My heart melted. And something else struck me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I needed to remember the moments when she is proud to show off her mom. Here is my Facebook post from that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Today  I will go to school &amp;amp; read to Sophia's class, both because she  begged me to &amp;amp; I want to. Today I will try very hard to remember  &amp;amp; hold the memory of my daughter wanting me around &amp;amp; actually  being excited about it. Because I know, that before I know it, all  she'll want from me is cash &amp;amp; car keys &amp;amp; I will want the &lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;memory of today to hold onto. (I think I'll even bring the camera!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;And so I went. Bringing with me a few of our favorite family books: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Built-Car-Chris-Van-Dusen/dp/0525474005"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Marshmallow-Incident-Judi-Barrett/dp/054504653X/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1283188426&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;The kids gathered around the reading chair &amp;amp; the sight of 23 sets of big, anticipating eyes was so overwhelming at first that I almost began to feel nervous.&lt;br /&gt;But when I opened the book &amp;amp; began to read and saw just how closely they were paying attention, any nervousness washed away and I became intent on bringing the book to life for them, just as I do for S &amp;amp; W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minutes later, I was getting bear hugs &amp;amp; "Thank You Mrs. Gleason's"  by most of the class. And hiding a few tears...Even W got a bunch of "High Fives" from his sisters' classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember that day. I'll cling to it when the day comes when the last thing my girl wants is for her mother to show up at school. I'll cling to this memory when she's learning to drive, when she's graduating high school, when she thinks she knows it all &amp;amp; I know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cling to it. (What I won't have is pictures. Because someone forgot to charge the battery in her camera!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep calm &amp;amp; carry on,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-3736727677906171386?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3736727677906171386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-readand-remember.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/3736727677906171386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/3736727677906171386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-readand-remember.html' title='I&apos;ll read...and remember.'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/THvgJ_a4IHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eSPTrKz747s/s72-c/ifibuilt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-7327545694613649281</id><published>2010-08-16T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:35:39.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back to Me...</title><content type='html'>Hello Blog...&lt;br /&gt;It's been waaaaay too long &amp;amp; I have neglected you terribly.&lt;br /&gt;But no more.&lt;br /&gt;(I hope...)&lt;br /&gt;Because I have made a pact, with my lovely friend &lt;a href="http://insearchofmyhappiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;, to stop neglecting our blogs. (Check hers out too, she's amazing)&lt;br /&gt;We have made a promise to blog at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;And cheer one another on.&lt;br /&gt;We can do this...&lt;br /&gt;Even if we are the only ones who read each others words, it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's really just about getting the words out of my head &amp;amp; off my heart, kinda like that song "Breathe (2am)" by Anna Nalick, which goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song&lt;br /&gt;If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Threatening the life it belongs to&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll use them, however you want to..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz, really, if I admit it to myself...&lt;br /&gt;I need the words to come out, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;Because, if they stay trapped in my head, I will, most certainly, explode.&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing this cool thing on some of the blogs I read.&lt;br /&gt;A "What is happening right now..." sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;And I dig it.&lt;br /&gt;So. That is where I am choosing to begin again.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening&lt;/em&gt;: to W giggle as he watches Wipeout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eating&lt;/em&gt;: nothing yet, i tend to neglect breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drinking&lt;/em&gt;: coffee...it's morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wearing&lt;/em&gt;: jeans &amp;amp; a tee i threw on to take S to her first day of school, changing soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt;: a bit overwhelmed. this is going to be a busy week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;weather&lt;/em&gt;: sunny &amp;amp; warm, NOT HOT. which is what it has been for way.too.long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanting&lt;/em&gt;: a day to myself, to read, to make stuff, without responsibility looming over my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;needing&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;see above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt;: perhaps i should get off the computer &amp;amp; get in the shower  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoying&lt;/em&gt;: writing this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wondering: how the girls first day of 1st grade is going...le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;keep calm &amp;amp; carry on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;xoxo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-7327545694613649281?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7327545694613649281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-back-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/7327545694613649281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/7327545694613649281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-back-to-me.html' title='Welcome Back to Me...'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-2888416106362300562</id><published>2010-01-20T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:58:17.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>of no particular importance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/S1cqkDb9-sI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hdpUovi-ePE/s1600-h/IMG_1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/S1cqkDb9-sI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hdpUovi-ePE/s320/IMG_1203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428854674704693954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*i took this photo a couple of years ago when we vacationed in &lt;a href="http://www.caymanislands.ky/"&gt;Grand Cayman&lt;/a&gt;...the only reason it is showing up here today is because i feel like you should have something to look at while you're reading. and, unfortunately, i have been quite remiss about taking photos lately, so i have nothing new to share, photo-wise. need to work on that...&lt;br /&gt;*i love it when the girl comes home with &lt;a href="http://www2.scholastic.com/browse/home.jsp"&gt;Scholastic&lt;/a&gt; book orders. it brings me a sense of nostalgia. i remember being so excited as a kid when the book van came to our school. i would beg my mom for book after book. when i worked the book fair at her school last fall, i was like a kid in a candy store. i just can't say no to books for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;*watching a young boy pulled from the rubble in Haiti this morning brought tears to my eyes. i cannot begin to fathom the strength &amp;amp; spirit it took to stay alive for a week after the earthquake. i love &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2007/impact/"&gt;this CNN &lt;/a&gt;link about how anyone can help. we donated to &lt;a href="http://www.savethechildren.org/emergencies/latin-america-caribbean/haiti/earthquake-10/"&gt;Save the Children&lt;/a&gt;. rescues still happening this long after the quake, when it seems that all hope should be long gone, simply prove to me that God is good.&lt;br /&gt;*the boy turns 3 in March. that means many things, but one i am dreading: potty-training. i have never met a more stubborn, bull-headed little boy. both of his grammies bought him "big boy" underpants for Christmas in hopes to nudge him down the potty path. i washed and folded them this morning and was cooing over how cute they were and wondering if they would still fit him when he decides he is ready to go (literally)!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://mommyblogstoronto.typepad.com/badmomsclub/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;blog has been seriously cracking me up lately. so has &lt;a href="http://herbadmother.com/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;.  and &lt;a href="http://www.reallygoodmom.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, love their books. i love that there is a sisterhood of "certain kinds" of moms out there. makes me feel validated in a warped sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;*i was going to make a statement about politics, but decided against it. that's probably a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;*the husband and i dropped the kids off at grandma &amp;amp; papa's last weekend to head to Des Moines, IA for his annual work holiday party. the past few years we've gone up on saturday (it's only a 2 hour drive), gone to the party in the evening, and headed back after brunch on sunday. this year, we decided to make a weekend out of it and leave on friday. conveniently i started to get sick on the drive, cough, cough, coughing. nice start to what was supposed to be a lovely romantic weekend. despite getting worse throughout the weekend (i couldn't even go to the holiday party, that's how bad i felt :-( we did manage to have two AMAZING meals at &lt;a href="http://www.centrodesmoines.com/"&gt;Centro&lt;/a&gt;. if you ever find yourself in Des Moines, GO. don't think about it. JUST GO. trust me. thank you so much &lt;a href="http://heyjenrenee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; (whose work &amp;amp; blog you should check out, she is amazing) for the recommendation!&lt;br /&gt;*i am loving seeing all the sneak peaks for &lt;a href="https://www.chashow.org/eweb/StartPage.aspx"&gt;CHA&lt;/a&gt;, especially the ones from &lt;a href="http://www.timholtz.typepad.com/"&gt;Tim Holtz&lt;/a&gt;. his line for sizzix makes me swoon...&lt;br /&gt;**well, i have babbled and bored y'all enough for one day. be happy.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-2888416106362300562?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2888416106362300562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-no-particular-importance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/2888416106362300562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/2888416106362300562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-no-particular-importance.html' title='of no particular importance...'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/S1cqkDb9-sI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hdpUovi-ePE/s72-c/IMG_1203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-8787639567300127506</id><published>2010-01-10T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:00:13.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iTweet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tweetcloud.icodeforlove.com/userclouds/f37e4e9b6c4e1c8b059da67fc0956728.png" class="cloud" alt="cloud" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a &lt;a href="http://tweetcloud.icodeforlove.com/luckygirlamy/293223"&gt;tweet cloud&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;not at all surprised by my most "tweeted" words.&lt;br /&gt;not surprised at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-8787639567300127506?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-5724505801003719985</id><published>2010-01-08T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:42:14.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pounding coffee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/S0dYkMZrMMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ngvQFzSf4Hw/s1600-h/shebowls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/S0dYkMZrMMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ngvQFzSf4Hw/s320/shebowls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424401655018500290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have finally figured out my personal key to keeping up with my little blog here: sit and type, stream-of-conscious style. no analyzing or fretting about what to say...which is what i tend to do and, ultimately, get nothing done and leave my blog neglected and hanging lonely in cyber-space for months. so, if you like random, let's play. if you don't, pick another blog. also, while i am a total stickler for spelling, i just can't be bothered to hit the shift key to capitalize very often. if you find this annoying or bothersome, you know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes...&lt;br /&gt;*i have been pounding coffee this morning like a mad woman. probably a reaction to the third day in a row stuck in the house with kids.&lt;br /&gt;*i have gotten precious little done, despite being stuck in the house. likely reason: my kiddos...one is sick and extra needy, one is wound up and bouncing off the walls. both are hanging on me. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;*despite the stellar form in the photo above, i am a horrible bowler. now, it could have been the hang-over, it was January 1st after all. it could have been the beers we were drinking while bowling, but i, i will attribute it to Wii bowling. you see, Wii bowling gives one a false sense of being a bowling genius, when truly one is not. like myself.&lt;br /&gt;*my kids are still on Alaska time, which is three hours behind CST. this means they are up late. trying to put them to be is futile and frustrating. the snow days are not helping. i am too selfish to make them get up at what should be their normal time, because i can actually have a little peace. i am too lazy to fight with them at 8pm about staying in their beds and going to sleep. i never said i was an ideal parent.&lt;br /&gt;*time for another cup of coffee. excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;*i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;*i have been obsessively listening to a mix i made on my iPod i call "remember when." it is comprised mostly of songs that remind me of something in the past. and not necessarily the long ago past. maybe just a few months ago. in fact, it is playing as i type. maybe i should share it on the blog. good idea, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;*i am GOING TO DO THIS &lt;a href="http://www.pointblankperiod.org/"&gt;CHALLENGE&lt;/a&gt;. #5, PBP Challenge Blog, founded by my dear friend &lt;a href="http://sassysasha.typepad.com/"&gt;Sasha Holloway&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*college football is over. nfl football is drawing to a close. this pains me. i will miss football. and watching golf just won't be the same with out Tiger. i admit it. i love Tiger. i had him on a pedestal. this whole infidelity business has pained me greatly. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;*i could learn to love hockey. we went to an &lt;a href="http://www.alaskaaces.com/"&gt;Alaska Aces &lt;/a&gt;game over Christmas and it was a total blast. i love the primal nature. i like the fights. i like the fast pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well, i am being summoned back to "real life."&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-5724505801003719985?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5724505801003719985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2010/01/pounding-coffee.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/5724505801003719985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/5724505801003719985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2010/01/pounding-coffee.html' title='pounding coffee...'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/S0dYkMZrMMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ngvQFzSf4Hw/s72-c/shebowls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-183467995665228998</id><published>2009-12-31T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:36:25.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random 12.31.09...the end of a decade.</title><content type='html'>too many thoughts bouncing around in my head today.&lt;br /&gt;not certain why.&lt;br /&gt;seemed smart to get it all out, so here goes...please excuse the rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/annanalick/breathe2am.html"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; going through my head, especially the part beginning with "2am and i'm still awake" sort of sums up how i feel about journaling, writing...&lt;br /&gt;*alaska is amazing, i could drive and stare out the window for hours, winter or summer.&lt;br /&gt;*don't much like the idea of a "new year's resolution." seems like when you attach "new year's" to your resolve, it becomes in a sense, unattainable, like something bound to fail. i understand how attractive a new year is, in terms of a fresh start or a clean slate, that makes sense. but it's like saying "i'm going on a diet" instead of "i am going to make a lifestyle change to eat healthier and exercise because i truly care about my health and well-being." to me, it's more like a temporary fix for a bigger issue. we shouldn't feel like we have to wait until a new year to do something positive for ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;*cannot wait to have an adult night out this evening.&lt;br /&gt;*i have a copy of &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Photoshop-Elements-7-in-Easy-Steps/Nick-Vandome/e/9781840783735/?itm=17&amp;amp;usri=nick+vandome"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; sitting next to me, just waiting for me to open it and finally learn how to use PSE, something i have been wanting to do for way too long.&lt;br /&gt;*so very bummed that football season is drawing to a close. absolutely loved playing fantasy this season...did well too! (better than my hubby!)&lt;br /&gt;*feeling quite pensive today...&lt;br /&gt;*i have not watched an episode of &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/criminal_minds/"&gt;Criminal Minds&lt;/a&gt; in over a week and i am about to go into withdrawals.&lt;br /&gt;*loving &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; lately.&lt;br /&gt;*being thousands of miles away from home with sick kids kinda stinks.&lt;br /&gt;*seems ironic that we traveled to alaska for christmas, narrowly escaping a winter storm that barreled through home and it hasn't snowed once since we've been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...now i feel a bit better. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;happy twenty ten.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-183467995665228998?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-5677201704020613681</id><published>2009-12-28T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:36:56.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one little word</title><content type='html'>every year &lt;a href="http://aliedwards.typepad.com/_a_/"&gt;Ali Edwards&lt;/a&gt;, challenges her blog readers to choose a word to celebrate the possibilities that a fresh, new year holds. i have participated for the past few years and tried to live each day with my word in the back of my mind. sometimes i succeed. more often i do not. this year i hope to succeed more and i believe the word i have chosen reflects that hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="comment-header-6a00d83451bb3569e2012876891fce970c-left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                          &lt;div class="comment-content"&gt;                 &lt;span id="comment-6a00d83451bb3569e2012876891fce970c-content"&gt;                        &lt;p&gt;FOCUS...&lt;br /&gt;as a noun: an act of concentrating interest or activity on something.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and also&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;as a verb: pay particular attention to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;something that has been lacking in many aspects of my life for way too long...&lt;br /&gt;focus on family&lt;br /&gt;focus on me&lt;br /&gt;focus on creating&lt;br /&gt;focus on learning&lt;br /&gt;focus on following through&lt;br /&gt;focus on the wonderful little things of everyday and the big picture of what's to come&lt;br /&gt;focus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;do you have a word for 2010?&lt;br /&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/8987193478851764641-5677201704020613681?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5677201704020613681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-little-word.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/5677201704020613681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/5677201704020613681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-little-word.html' title='one little word'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-3553848540703646605</id><published>2009-09-03T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:35:31.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scrapblog fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height='300' width='450'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_embed.swf?embed=1&amp;amp;scrapblogID=2159650' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='embed=1&amp;amp;scrapblogID=2159650' name='flashvars'/&gt;&lt;embed type='application/x-shockwave-flash' flashvars='embed=1&amp;amp;scrapblogID=2159650' height='300' width='450' src='http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_embed.swf?embed=1&amp;amp;scrapblogID=2159650'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-3553848540703646605?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3553848540703646605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/09/scrapblog-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/3553848540703646605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/3553848540703646605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/09/scrapblog-fun.html' title='scrapblog fun'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-4026588610885199779</id><published>2009-08-26T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:02:39.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picnik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>more picnik fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;playing on &lt;a href="http://www.picnik.com/"&gt;picnik&lt;/a&gt; again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;the originals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWsQZdirMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gfuRA145oYg/s1600-h/IMG_4497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWsQZdirMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gfuRA145oYg/s320/IMG_4497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374391128049233090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWrzE228sI/AAAAAAAAADw/le2APwzfcjI/s1600-h/IMG_4400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWrzE228sI/AAAAAAAAADw/le2APwzfcjI/s320/IMG_4400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374390624302068418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWrb7O8-xI/AAAAAAAAADo/YHIYb1OTZv8/s1600-h/IMG_4301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWrb7O8-xI/AAAAAAAAADo/YHIYb1OTZv8/s320/IMG_4301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374390226581781266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and loving the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWtd9qZUWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MhhoDArJ4TM/s1600-h/gigipolish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWtd9qZUWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MhhoDArJ4TM/s320/gigipolish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374392460616749410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sophia's eyes were closed when i snapped this, but i loved the perspective, so i cropped it down and focused on the polish bottle...yellow is her favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWuWkfqM1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/sAeOIHOgzEw/s1600-h/wyattpout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWuWkfqM1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/sAeOIHOgzEw/s320/wyattpout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374393433113375570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little guy is just a little ham when the camera comes out. always cheesing for the momma...this photo was cute, but kinda blah. i really love the way it turned out...&lt;br /&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/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWupjF8KOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ANy1QbPLr9I/s1600-h/clock+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWupjF8KOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ANy1QbPLr9I/s320/clock+fun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374393759154579682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting in my car, getting ready to head into the &lt;a href="http://www.dundeedell.com/"&gt;dundee dell&lt;/a&gt; to meet the crew before the janglepop show at the '49er and loved the look of this old clock. so i messed with the photo to make the picture fit the feeling of the clock...i think the last one is my fave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWu4E240MI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ijhf0Mma6EM/s1600-h/dundee+clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWu4E240MI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ijhf0Mma6EM/s320/dundee+clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374394008736420034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-4026588610885199779?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4026588610885199779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-picnik-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/4026588610885199779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/4026588610885199779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-picnik-fun.html' title='more picnik fun...'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SpWsQZdirMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gfuRA145oYg/s72-c/IMG_4497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-6972417458547669819</id><published>2009-08-20T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:50:32.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning beautiful thursday...</title><content type='html'>if i were to walk outside right now&lt;br /&gt;with closed eyes&lt;br /&gt;i would swear it was the beginning of fall&lt;br /&gt;and not the end of august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of those days when&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so serene&lt;br /&gt;although the morning was a tad hectic&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;sitting here at the kitchen table&lt;br /&gt;windows open&lt;br /&gt;hot coffee&lt;br /&gt;giggling with wyatt&lt;br /&gt;calm&lt;br /&gt;deep breaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope your day is peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-6972417458547669819?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6972417458547669819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-morning-beautiful-thursday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/6972417458547669819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/6972417458547669819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-morning-beautiful-thursday.html' title='good morning beautiful thursday...'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-6692345670520165773</id><published>2009-08-18T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:55:11.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>tuesday stream of consciousness...</title><content type='html'>loads of random thoughts going through my head the past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*questioning lots of things these days, including my dedication to this blog...i know it's just for me, but seriously, i spend enough time online to drop by and post more than once every 4 months...&lt;br /&gt;*seeing just how totally thrilled Sophia was to begin Kindergarten yesterday made it very hard to feel sad about my little girl growing up...but i was a tad bummed, couldn't help myself. i am her momma after all &amp;amp; no matter what, she's my little sunshine peanut bubba-boo.&lt;br /&gt;*having breakfast shortly with Becca to discuss a potential new opportunity...more about that later.&lt;br /&gt;*witnessing the true power of prayer very up-close &amp;amp; personal lately...&lt;br /&gt;*really wanting to learn to use a sewing machine properly &amp;amp; not be intimidated by changing out the thread!&lt;br /&gt;*missing my SIS girls more than words can say. having met women who GET it, GET, ME...so very thankful. feels like i've known them forever; instant comfort with their presence.&lt;br /&gt;*haven't had much of a mojo since returning from SIS Live, which really bums me out. art area is a DISASTER...which overwhelms me and totally stifles my ability to make stuff. this sucks...&lt;br /&gt;but i do feel like i am emerging from the fog...&lt;br /&gt;*started working out again. always amazed how great it feels. praying i can make the commitment stick. Wyatt is now almost 2 &amp;amp; 1/2, we aren't planning on having more babies, and momma wants her body back. not only for me, but for my family &amp;amp; overall health...&lt;br /&gt;*my dear Auntie Lois &amp;amp; Uncle Peter are renewing their wedding vows in October &amp;amp; i'd really like to trek up to MN to be there...they have been married for 60 some years...amazing.&lt;br /&gt;*wanting to dive into Amanda Soule's new book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Handmade Home&lt;/span&gt;. rushed out and bought it last tuesday when it came out and have barely opened it. now that life seems to be easing up and we will be getting back into the routine that brings summer to a close, i hope to make some more time to devote to reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-6692345670520165773?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6692345670520165773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday-stream-of-consciousness.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/6692345670520165773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/6692345670520165773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday-stream-of-consciousness.html' title='tuesday stream of consciousness...'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-1027044536473031229</id><published>2009-05-27T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:29:52.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charms for SIS Live...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/Sh2issmavxI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ao4opHfyOZ0/s1600-h/IMG_3960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/Sh2issmavxI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ao4opHfyOZ0/s320/IMG_3960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340603621901516562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/Sh2ijEqduaI/AAAAAAAAACY/rLxsODE3xN8/s1600-h/IMG_3959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/Sh2ijEqduaI/AAAAAAAAACY/rLxsODE3xN8/s320/IMG_3959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340603456562248098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a total blast making these charms...&lt;br /&gt;i had an idea in my head for awhile and they came together even better than i had envisioned.&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite things about creating is the organic, free-flowing process. y'know when you have a thought and you follow it and it doesn't quite come out the way you had envisioned? but what you end up with is somehow better than what you began with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened with the charms. began with my original idea and as i was creating, i made a few adjustments i hadn't thought of. added a few things. didn't end up doing one or two.&lt;br /&gt;it was freeing.&lt;br /&gt;and inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;and i took lots of deep breaths, which is always good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-1027044536473031229?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1027044536473031229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/05/charms-for-sis-live.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/1027044536473031229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/1027044536473031229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/05/charms-for-sis-live.html' title='Charms for SIS Live...'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/Sh2issmavxI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ao4opHfyOZ0/s72-c/IMG_3960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-8638436446049343013</id><published>2009-03-27T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:44:39.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnik...very cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/Sc0eg0htpjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qU2pdRLVIgo/s1600-h/IMG_3502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/Sc0eg0htpjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qU2pdRLVIgo/s320/IMG_3502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317940284199118386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/Sc0eKUmQfhI/AAAAAAAAACI/DfAyqhBHQ5o/s1600-h/kids%40zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/Sc0eKUmQfhI/AAAAAAAAACI/DfAyqhBHQ5o/s320/kids%40zoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317939897671122450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to tinker around with my photographs, but have not dedicated the time to learning PSE. Frankly, I don't know if I could even open a file without having to look at some sort of tutorial. So, through my fave site, &lt;a href="http://www.scrapinstyletv.com/"&gt;SIS&lt;/a&gt;, I learned of &lt;a href="http://www.picnik.com/"&gt;Picnik.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I must say,&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to use.&lt;br /&gt;The results are ridiculously cool.&lt;br /&gt;You can undo any action.&lt;br /&gt;Post to Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Email your photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! and have been playing with it, A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;Aren't the results cool?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-8638436446049343013?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8638436446049343013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/picnikvery-cool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/8638436446049343013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/8638436446049343013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/picnikvery-cool.html' title='Picnik...very cool'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/Sc0eg0htpjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qU2pdRLVIgo/s72-c/IMG_3502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-9052371536445508364</id><published>2009-03-26T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:47:49.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Truths or Another timesucking Facebook Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>100 Truths! Found this on Facebook and since I have been woefully neglecting my poor, little blog, I thought I would post my answers here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage→ OJ&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call→ Shauna McCoy&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message→ Scott&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to→ Total Eclipse of the Heart&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried     when Scott's Grandma died a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dated someone twice → not that i recall&lt;br /&gt;2. Been cheated on? um, yeah&lt;br /&gt;3. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it? more than once&lt;br /&gt;4. Lost someone special?→ yes&lt;br /&gt;5. been depressed? yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Been drunk and threw up? many, many times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;1.orange&lt;br /&gt;2.aqua&lt;br /&gt;3. brown&lt;br /&gt;4. green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Made new friends →of course&lt;br /&gt;2. Fallen out of love → most definetely&lt;br /&gt;3. Laughed until you cried → yes&lt;br /&gt;4. Met someone who changed you-- absolutely, and i thank God for her every day&lt;br /&gt;5. Found out who your true friends were --&gt; YES&lt;br /&gt;6. Found out someone was talking about you→ yeah&lt;br /&gt;7. Kissed anyone on your friend's list→ Facebook friend list? uh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;8. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life → more than half&lt;br /&gt;9. How many kids do you want to have→ i'm good with two&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have any pets → dogs, 2 big, stinky, hairy ones&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you want to change your name→ no&lt;br /&gt;12. What did you do for your last birthday→ had a pedicure &amp;amp; facial&lt;br /&gt;13. What time did you wake up today → 8 am&lt;br /&gt;14. What were you doing at midnight last night: falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;15. Name something you CANNOT wait for → SISiversary in June&lt;br /&gt;16. Last time you saw your father→ Monday, when i stopped by my parents house.&lt;br /&gt;17. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life ---the experiences i have had have shaped where i am today, so i would not change a thing. Besides, God is in control, not me.&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now → Noggin, Law &amp;amp; Order, and the dog scratching to come in.&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → Um, yeah, what a random question&lt;br /&gt;23. What's getting on your nerves right now? my serious lack of disorganization&lt;br /&gt;24. Most visited webpage → Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your name→ Amy&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames→Aim, Mom, Mommy, Momma, Babe, Aimer&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationship Status → Married&lt;br /&gt;4. Zodiac sign: aquarius&lt;br /&gt;5. Male or female or transgendered→ FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;6. Elementary--&gt;Columbian, for 6th grade&lt;br /&gt;7. Middle School → Beveridge&lt;br /&gt;8. High school ---&gt; Burke&lt;br /&gt;10. Hair color → brownish with highlights, which i need to have touched up...&lt;br /&gt;11. Long or short hair --&gt; Long&lt;br /&gt;16. Height →5'10"&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a crush on someone? oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;18: What don't you like about yourself? → i can't sing worth a lick&lt;br /&gt;19. Piercings → my ears&lt;br /&gt;20. Tattoos → 2&lt;br /&gt;21. Righty or lefty →Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;22. First surgery → never had surgery, knock on wood&lt;br /&gt;23. First piercing → ears&lt;br /&gt;24. First best friends-----Meri Steinberg&lt;br /&gt;26. First sport you joined → soccer&lt;br /&gt;27. First pet --&gt; dog&lt;br /&gt;28. First vacation → ?? we went a lot of places when i was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;29. First concert → The Violent Femmes at Peony Park&lt;br /&gt;30. First crush --&gt; Rick Springfeild&lt;br /&gt;31. First kiss --&gt; sometime in grade school, we were playing truth or dare during recess&lt;br /&gt;32. First job --&gt;busing tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;49. Eating → just finished&lt;br /&gt;50. Drinking → coffee&lt;br /&gt;51. Wearing --&gt; Life is Good tee &amp;amp; jammie pants&lt;br /&gt;52. I'm about to → print coloring pages for Sophia&lt;br /&gt;53. Listening to → didn't i answer this question already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 55. Waiting for →naptime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Thinking --&gt; make some time for myself today!&lt;br /&gt;57. Want to live --&gt; my life with no regrets&lt;br /&gt;58. Want kids --&gt; I have 2&lt;br /&gt;59. Want to get married --&gt; I am.&lt;br /&gt;60. Careers in mind - scrapbooking, wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;68. Lips or eyes → eyes&lt;br /&gt;69. Hugs or kisses → kisses&lt;br /&gt;70. Shorter or taller → taller&lt;br /&gt;71. Older or Younger → doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or spontaneous → romantic&lt;br /&gt;73. Nice stomach or nice arms → nice strong arms&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or loud → sensitive&lt;br /&gt;75. Hook-up or relationship →relationship, i am too old and married for a hook-up&lt;br /&gt;76. Humorous or serious --&gt; humorous&lt;br /&gt;77. Trouble maker or hesitant--&gt; trouble maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;78. Kissed a stranger → yes&lt;br /&gt;79. Drank hard liquor --&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;80. Lost glasses/contacts → yes&lt;br /&gt;81. Sex on first date --&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;82. Broken someone's heart → yes&lt;br /&gt;83. Had your own heart broken --&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;84. Wanted someone you know you can't have --&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;85. Been arrested → no&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down --&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died → YES&lt;br /&gt;88. Liked a friend that is a girl? → yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself --&gt; always&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles → yes&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight —&gt; maybe&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven → yes&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Clause – &gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;94. God --&gt; YES&lt;br /&gt;95. Kiss on the first date? →yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;96. Angels --&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? i'd be thrilled if my sweet hubby were home&lt;br /&gt;98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? no&lt;br /&gt;99. Done something you regret? of course, but what is the point of regrets anyway?&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths? i don't get this question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;amy&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/8987193478851764641-9052371536445508364?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/9052371536445508364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/100-truths-or-another-timesucking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/9052371536445508364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/9052371536445508364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/100-truths-or-another-timesucking.html' title='100 Truths or Another timesucking Facebook Q &amp; A'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-1462244696100977996</id><published>2009-02-25T09:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:25:31.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SISiversary</title><content type='html'>simply&lt;br /&gt;cannot&lt;br /&gt;wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-1462244696100977996?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1462244696100977996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/sisiversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/1462244696100977996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/1462244696100977996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/sisiversary.html' title='SISiversary'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-1718915260892132124</id><published>2009-02-15T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:17:50.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day to us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SZiaPe6qJVI/AAAAAAAAABw/iVtxRDl7o1U/s1600-h/IMG_3384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SZiaPe6qJVI/AAAAAAAAABw/iVtxRDl7o1U/s320/IMG_3384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303158152016569682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a wonderful day Scott &amp;amp; I had yesterday! The monkeys are spending the weekend in Kansas City with Grandma &amp;amp; Papa, so we have the WHOLE WEEKEND FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in, had an awesome brunch at &lt;a href="http://www.absolutelyfresh.com/"&gt;Baileys&lt;/a&gt;, ran a to&lt;a href="http://shop.borsheims.com/Borsheims/"&gt; Borsheim's&lt;/a&gt; to pick up my ring that was being fixed, shopped at &lt;a href="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/"&gt;Whole Foods&lt;/a&gt;, which was insanely crowded. We thought maybe lots of people were cooking at home last night instead of going out. Scott spent TONS of time in the beer cooler, reading all the labels! We stopped by and said hi to my parents; my dad got out of the hospital yesterday, a great Valentine's Day present for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the running about, we came home and took NAPS! Something we never get to do unless we snuggle down with one of the kiddos! Glorious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A late dinner was next on the agenda. I had been planning the menu in my head all week. We had an awesome bottle of wine picked out and I wanted the meal to totally compliment the &lt;a href="http://www.newtonvineyard.com/"&gt;2006 Newton Claret &lt;/a&gt;we would be sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make crab cakes with this delicious Pink Lady Apple &amp;amp; Pear salsa we found at the market as a starter, lamb chops with a cherry &amp;amp; Port wine reduction sauce, sauteed spinach with roasted garlic and oven-roasted potatoes with herbs as our main. We chose a cheesecake with chocolate drizzled raspberries for dessert because I generally don't bake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meal was so yummy! I marinated the chops in garlic, rosemary and olive oil, then seared them off in a saute' pan with some really delicious European butter. The herbal cherry flavors of the Newton Claret totally grooved with the lamb...divine! I roasted the potatoes in a combination of the butter and olive oil until they were nice and crispy on the outside and creamy on the inside. The spinach was sauteed in a a roasted garlic olive oil. My mouth is watering just remembering...MMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dessert, I broke out a bottle of dessert wine I had been cellaring for quite some time. &lt;a href="http://www.chathamimports.com/index.php?message=1"&gt;Friedrich-Wilhelm-Gymnasium&lt;/a&gt; 1999 Falkensteiner Hofberg Riesling Eiswein is a bottle I received when I worked in NYC. 1999 was a stellar year in the Mosel-Saar-Ruwer region of Germany and this wine could certainly stand up to 10 years in the bottle. It was no disappointment! Gorgeous aromas of honey, crisp sweet apple and zippy acidity had us both swooning. With a wine like this, there was really no need for dessert, but we managed to eat some cheesecake anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SZiZ7MrcrvI/AAAAAAAAABo/rb3t_V5qPKU/s1600-h/IMG_3378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SZiZ7MrcrvI/AAAAAAAAABo/rb3t_V5qPKU/s320/IMG_3378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303157803523550962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy butter, rosemary &amp;amp; roasted garlic for the potatoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SZiZs78KTxI/AAAAAAAAABg/lt5iyMFlqho/s1600-h/IMG_3377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SZiZs78KTxI/AAAAAAAAABg/lt5iyMFlqho/s320/IMG_3377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303157558512078610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamb chops...mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SZiZXaSkGeI/AAAAAAAAABY/mWvBnTLf2JE/s1600-h/IMG_3379.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SZiZXaSkGeI/AAAAAAAAABY/mWvBnTLf2JE/s1600-h/IMG_3379.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-decoration: underline; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/SZiZXaSkGeI/AAAAAAAAABY/mWvBnTLf2JE/s320/IMG_3379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303157188701985250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delicious wines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope you had a love-filled Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-1718915260892132124?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1718915260892132124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-to-us.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-2061337400026437005</id><published>2009-02-12T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:04:53.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...&lt;div&gt;Where to go from here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am puzzled by this blog thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one could possibly want to know the mundane details of my everyday life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or do they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I like reading others blogs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearing about what they do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I over-thinking this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to be too clever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worry too much about how "cute" my blog is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wondering about the "right" things to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-2061337400026437005?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2061337400026437005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/2061337400026437005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987193478851764641/posts/default/2061337400026437005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning...'/><author><name>amy gleason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867596705814456931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-DV0URsLLQ/TP54DLd0yRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNJ93SRkAv0/S220/self1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987193478851764641.post-6626053888121334885</id><published>2009-02-11T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:45:45.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first post...</title><content type='html'>what the hell do you say?&lt;div&gt;Hi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my name is Amy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say "Seriously?" a lot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(but i couldn't put the ? in the blog title, so you'll just have to imagine it there...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought about "oh, snap" but that was taken...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another phrase I overuse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, I'll figure this out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something I've been wanting to do for awhile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;create a blog, I mean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my biggest concern is the time I have (or don't have to devote to it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, I'm gonna let go of that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go for it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987193478851764641-6626053888121334885?l=seriouslyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6626053888121334885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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