<?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-1678820388815793802</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:11:59.195-07:00</updated><category term='Rambling about Bach'/><category term='GBS Christmas Program'/><category term='Random Christmas Pictures'/><category term='Musings on Mistakes'/><title type='text'>Amber's Notes</title><subtitle type='html'>~A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-591531022584523825</id><published>2008-08-14T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:54:57.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 17th Birthday....... Fun times!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow! After my long, delayed, absence (for which I have no plausible excuse) .... I have returned! :) I had an amazing birthday and so I'll just post some pictures of my FUN FUN FUN week(end)! Enjoy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234446289274820370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/SKR9KrQWVxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/MNL3xiVxxvQ/s320/friends%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; :) 11:00 at night laughing until we cried.... Eating oreos... This is the result:)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234445755093662338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/SKR8rlRouoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1IHIdkFmHJ0/s320/the%2520cutable%2520couple%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He's so sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234445385478461314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/SKR8WEWgV4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/h3wwdh9z4DA/s320/Pretty%2520please...%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"You're a brat.";) (Inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234444972598051074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/SKR7-CQJQQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Gj_L62XlD00/s320/A1%2520%2526%2520I%2520on%2520the%2520back%2520porch%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you tell we were TIRED?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234443908884883778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/SKR7AHnKaUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1QWT8nqcPyE/s320/piggy%2520back%2520ride%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                   :) No comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234443656631106626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/SKR6xb5LPEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/V7fvpwKo4wI/s320/eating%2520her%2520oreos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;:) That's the "Look"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234443340699272594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/SKR6fC9KBZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kcvXnt5bAGE/s320/Seth%2520n%2520the%2520shving%2520cream%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Shaving cream paybacks:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234443077118727106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/SKR6PtCqE8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uDIIVZ9DIHE/s320/A1%2520with%2520the%2520shaving%2520cream%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;:) After he got me first.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234442111831210034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/SKR5XhELeDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/EdqWYuQFihE/s320/Awe%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;YES!!! I got silly-stringed!(this would be AFTER my dear, loving father wanted me to fix the headlight.....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234442434036165154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/SKR5qRX06iI/AAAAAAAAAWA/moRKZ3i55ls/s320/Brushing%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brush, brush!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234446609189559762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/SKR9dTB93dI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Vjz1RlaDXEE/s320/Way%2520too%2520tired%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234441671393888370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/SKR494TvSHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/FLPzgrZgG-4/s320/seth%2520acting%2520way%2520to%2520excited%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a blast playing Pit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234442732694026402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/SKR57p9aOKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1DBUlUo9t9k/s320/it%2527s%2520been%2520a%2520long%2520night%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Can you tell:)?! Too much Starbucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-591531022584523825?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/591531022584523825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=591531022584523825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/591531022584523825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/591531022584523825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-17th-birthday-fun-times.html' title='My 17th Birthday....... Fun times!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/SKR9KrQWVxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/MNL3xiVxxvQ/s72-c/friends%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-354329969487451878</id><published>2008-04-13T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:14:44.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see...rules first. Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people and posts their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was doing 10 years ago: :) Doing what most 6 yr. olds do:). Beginning school, coming home with little homwork, and enjoying life in general:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things on my to-do list today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Church (check)&lt;br /&gt;2. Make mom's birthday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;3. Start the process of cleaning my room:(:)&lt;br /&gt;4. Exercise&lt;br /&gt;5. Text a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacks that I enjoy: Apples and caramel dip, Oreos and milk, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;1. Make sure I was completely debt free&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a baby grand;).... Well, then maybe a place to PUT the baby grand....:) Hmm... That might pose a problem.&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy a car that was half way decent, but not super expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. Taking a drink of water and spilling it on whatever I'm near.... My phone, piano, etc etc:). Maybe that's not a habit, it's just clumsiness?:)&lt;br /&gt;2. Procrastinating with practicing&lt;br /&gt;3. Not writing something down and thinking I'm gonna remember it, and then forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Places I have Lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fort Wayne, IN&lt;br /&gt;2. Odon, IN&lt;br /&gt;3. Rochester Hills, MI&lt;br /&gt;4. Summetville, IN&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five jobs that I have had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Accompanist&lt;br /&gt;2. Piano Teacher&lt;br /&gt;3. Babysitter&lt;br /&gt;4. ----------&lt;br /&gt;5. ----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people I want to know more about (A nice way to say TAG!)....&lt;br /&gt;1. Leah P.&lt;br /&gt;2. Olivia M.&lt;br /&gt;3. Travis M.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cheryl W.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kathie M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-354329969487451878?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/354329969487451878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=354329969487451878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/354329969487451878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/354329969487451878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-7725892871282090683</id><published>2008-03-31T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:34:10.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~A Teaching Perspective~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R_E07QKgi8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/wf3M-3RHLiY/s1600-h/PICT2830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183982838636121026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R_E07QKgi8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/wf3M-3RHLiY/s320/PICT2830.JPG" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, before I start, I probably should clarify that I don't wear the glasses OR the scowl to lessons;). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a student teacher, there are times of fun and happiness, and others of frustration. They are all different. Sometimes students come in, not having practiced enough to remember when it was, and other times when they practice way over the amount they were supposed to. At times, I'm tired, busy, or stressed. However, I have come to realize that every student is special and unique. And, as a Christian, kid-loving, young, teacher that I have a responsibility. Some of the students come to lessons and have no clue about Christianity or the God that I serve. Though it is sad, I may be the only one that will ever be a representation of the great, wonderful God that created the universe. Some of them are adopted, and need affirmation. Maybe parents that don't pay attention to them..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The door opens and they enter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Smiles big, hiding a quick yawn; hoping for a good lesson with little problem.... "Hello!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Student: Smiling quickly and excited about the lesson..... "Hi."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Still smiling.... "Alrighty, let's get started! How was your week?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Student: "Fine."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: "Good! Well, let's go for it! What would you like to start with?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Student: Names off a random song that they weren't even required to practice....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Readying myself for a long lesson while trying to keep my teaching lectures of  'You need to look at your practice sheet and stick to what's on it.' to myself. "Umm.... Ok..... Begin when you're ready."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Student: Plays song unperfectly with no dynamic, and little counting, but with infectious joy and turns to me with a BIG smile, waiting for my praise and opinion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then.... I have a choice. I can either start from the very beginning, giving lectures, making them count, and hounding theyneed to practice more.... OR..... I can praise their good feeling put into the music, and then begin the gentle corrections they need to fix and change. Through it all though, I want to show them the God we serve. I guess I got to thinking about it and just gave a sermon:). But, anyhow, off to do more practicing.... Oh, and I guess I probably shouldn't wear the glasses or the scowl to lessons tomorrow, huh?:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-7725892871282090683?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7725892871282090683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=7725892871282090683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/7725892871282090683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/7725892871282090683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2008/03/teaching-perspective.html' title='~A Teaching Perspective~'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R_E07QKgi8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/wf3M-3RHLiY/s72-c/PICT2830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-1138714556017660187</id><published>2008-03-11T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:52:08.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun weekend:)</title><content type='html'>Just posting pictures of my ~FANTASTIC~ weekend in Indiana:). I had SO much fun! Enjoy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do we REALLY have to ride home together?!?!?!;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176589228204722930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9bwee9BivI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ymsn5WURm8w/s320/Mad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9bu3u9BiuI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/OOqzPOXdaMw/s1600-h/Seth+and+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176587462973164258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9bu3u9BiuI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/OOqzPOXdaMw/s320/Seth+and+flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having a blast in the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9bude9BitI/AAAAAAAAAVI/RxVcVg1d13o/s1600-h/At+the+mall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176587012001598162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9bude9BitI/AAAAAAAAAVI/RxVcVg1d13o/s320/At+the+mall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourwheeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9buV-9BisI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iFwluVpsM9c/s1600-h/Fourwheeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176586883152579266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9buV-9BisI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iFwluVpsM9c/s320/Fourwheeling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seth and I before church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9buHe9BirI/AAAAAAAAAU4/D-0Y-p9BVcg/s1600-h/Sunday+Seth+and+Amber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176586634044476082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9buHe9BirI/AAAAAAAAAU4/D-0Y-p9BVcg/s320/Sunday+Seth+and+Amber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) Pretty much being stupid.... or normal??:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176586226022582946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9btvu9BiqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/FTDlg0vP7OM/s320/Being+stupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't hurt me??:):):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176585809410755202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9btXe9BioI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YQjx1NgfU2Q/s320/Amber+and+Seth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had been waiting all week to do this;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176585547417750130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9btIO9BinI/AAAAAAAAAUY/YS1dzoLZVPk/s320/4367393123a7111491756l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A1 and A2 in her room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176584267517495874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9br9u9BikI/AAAAAAAAAUA/71udgbGQnHk/s200/4367393123a7111469000l%5B1%5D.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Socks...... Don't ask.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176584709899127378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9bsXe9BilI/AAAAAAAAAUI/PDpYSoY9rLk/s320/4367393123a7101904179l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-1138714556017660187?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1138714556017660187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=1138714556017660187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/1138714556017660187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/1138714556017660187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-weekend.html' title='A fun weekend:)'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R9bwee9BivI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ymsn5WURm8w/s72-c/Mad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-2837851215566663114</id><published>2008-02-24T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T13:41:42.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Bug"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Most of you probably know how much I hate bugs. Spiders, flies, bees, wasps, gnats.... Basically, anything that has wings. However, there is a bug loose in the Plemmons household. And it's a little worse than those.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;I have learned my lesson..... And I'm taking this oppurtunity to warn all my fellow bloggers to never say these words: "I've not gotten sick the whole winter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Because, inevitably, you will end up with "the bug." And as the story plays out in the Plemmons household, there are officially three down.:) One to go. "The bug" has hit! My mom, Clayton, and I have formed the coughing trio. I'm convinced that there is not a more boring day, than a Sunday of sickness. :) Know what I mean? That day that you stay at home and contemplate attending church anyways, just to get out of the house:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;So, to all of you, stay well and stay warm.... Away from "the bug."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;:) 'Til Next Time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;   Amber LeShae&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/1678820388815793802-2837851215566663114?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2837851215566663114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=2837851215566663114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/2837851215566663114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/2837851215566663114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2008/02/bug.html' title='&quot;The Bug&quot;'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-6327656930282927912</id><published>2008-02-17T16:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:08:40.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splat</title><content type='html'>Dad: "Amber.... Amber.... Amber...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep sleep sleep.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber..... Can you wake up and talk to me for a second?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):):) Sound familiar?:) This morning my parents were called to the hospital early for a man from our church. So, they left early and we had gotten ice early this morning. Needless to say, church was canceled and I was bored at home and my parents were gone a lot today. So, I decide to go out and get the mail from yesterday.... (reminder: it's icy).... And I made it..... Almost..... I was probably about a foot from the door. And it was a SPLAT. Not a graceful move to catch myself.... SPLAT! :) Now, you should understand that even in my pain, I had a little bit of pride left.... At which time a van was passing down our road:) You may also know that n spite of it..... I have a weird sense of humor:) I laughed.... my dog, which had been my shadow for the day, Stood and stared at me as if to say..... "What are YOU doing on the ground? I thought I was the one supposed to be this low.":):):) So, with a slightly scraped arm, and a hurt pride, I go on with life;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-6327656930282927912?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6327656930282927912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=6327656930282927912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/6327656930282927912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/6327656930282927912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2008/02/splat.html' title='Splat'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-2993780452855770404</id><published>2008-02-07T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:45:46.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings on Mistakes'/><title type='text'>Musings on Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new." -Albert Einstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so I was thinking about mistakes today:). Yeah, yeah, weird topic. But, hey, some people probably think I'm a little weird,;) so what do ya expect?:);) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mistakes..... Everyone makes them. But, what is the true definition? An error? Destruction of a project or piece of work? Failure? Misinterpretation? Wrongly identifying something or someone? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It could probably be concluded to be any, or all, of the above. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's not a person on earth that has succeeded without a mistake. Vocalist, greatest musician, most successful business man, presidents, lawyers, writers, and on the list could go..... They may've worked their way to the top.... But, they still made mistakes. You can't get anywhere without it. And the quote at the top pretty much sums it up. In order to get anywhere, you have to be willing to make mistakes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, if a mistake isn't failure, then what is it? It's a symbol of willingness.... Stepping out on a limb to try something new and maybe falling a couple times.... The limb breaks.... So what? You climb the tree again, and try a different limb..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mistakes are bound to happen. But, what matters... is that you get up, brush yourself off, laugh a little and try again...... So, you make another one..... What does it matter? God isn't looking for people who do things perfectly all the time. He is looking for the ones that are willing to fall a couple times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-2993780452855770404?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2993780452855770404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=2993780452855770404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/2993780452855770404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/2993780452855770404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2008/02/musings-on-mistakes.html' title='Musings on Mistakes'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-2777999831024582601</id><published>2008-02-05T07:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:02:50.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = data /&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;Ok, so I take my very fluffy, ungroomed, long-haired, dog into the grooming place. Lots of fur, very cuddly........ So, the lady reassures me that the groomer is very good. I have nothing to worry about! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end outer-wrapper --&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163524769852100866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R6iGa6_3EQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AylOZq7plNg/s200/PICT2445.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear dad leaves to pick up our fluffy, cuddly, Buddy up from the grooming place.... THIS is what he comes home with.....:):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163524567988637938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R6iGPK_3EPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tlasjr51S84/s200/PICT2660.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we laughed a LOT!:)&lt;/p&gt;So, now that he has lost most of his fur, he was shivering from being cold. So, my mom and I, (already having wanted a sweater for him anyways), find this adorable Michigan jersey:). And you can't see it from the picture but there is a yellow M on the back. So, now he is completely in style. Actually, his jersey is somewhat of a joke:) (You know who you are;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163524348945305826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R6iGCa_3EOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZdSm1NmzpQ8/s200/PICT2689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, he is slowly gaining a little fur AND starting to look like a dog, not a rat;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bless his heart:):):)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-2777999831024582601?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2777999831024582601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=2777999831024582601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/2777999831024582601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/2777999831024582601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-little-buddy.html' title='My little Buddy'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R6iGa6_3EQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AylOZq7plNg/s72-c/PICT2445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-553973919959337769</id><published>2008-02-04T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T07:47:29.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling about Bach'/><title type='text'>Battles With Bach</title><content type='html'>Bach. Simply the name Bach raises many different thoughts with different people. Greatest composer in the Baroque period, amazing musician, many children... My thoughts didn't run along those lines too much today. I sat and got frustrated, let myself know that it was stupid and said that I knew I could do it. After which I promptly told myself that I couldn't, went home and told my mom that I had about two weeks to memorize 'Bach' and that I couldn't do it! After which, I went and practiced some more:). And pretty much, didn't make sense with much of it:). As the pianists out there have probably all done, my frustrations went from trying to play the piece perfectly, to banging a quick splat of whatever my fingers hit at the moment. So, as I make my visit to my teacher's today, I will get the whole 'You can do this' lecture and come home ready to face this head on. Thank God for teachers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163283723402547410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="279" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R6erMK_3ENI/AAAAAAAAAD4/M4yWmh6vGI8/s320/Bach%5B1%5D.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-553973919959337769?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/553973919959337769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=553973919959337769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/553973919959337769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/553973919959337769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2008/02/battles-with-bach.html' title='Battles With Bach'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R6erMK_3ENI/AAAAAAAAAD4/M4yWmh6vGI8/s72-c/Bach%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-6881676266554319940</id><published>2008-01-18T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T18:32:46.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a blonde gets bored.... THIS is what happens!!;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's a dangerous thing when a blonde gets bored!!!!! Have you ever wandered what goes through a blonde's mind??? Hmm... Well, OBVIOUSLY, I wouldn't be able to give insight on that one;);)..... But, maybe I could give you a few ideas.... NOT that I would know from personal experience.... I just happened to be bored!!!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*What kind of fruit it in Juicy Fruit Gum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Are you breaking the law if you drive past those road signs that say "Do Not Pass"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Can you get cavities in your dentures if you use too much artificial sweetener?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Do fish get thirsty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*When I erase a word with a pencil, where does it go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*When our mind wanders, Where does it go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Where did Webster look up his definitions when he wrote his dictionary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*How do you write zero in Roman Numerals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*How much milk is there in a Milky Way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*If corn can't hear, why does it have an ear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a crisp that no human being would want to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*If the #2 pencil is the most popular, why is it still #2? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And probably the question that makes the least sense: (drumroll please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Why do people make fun of blondes?!:):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&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/1678820388815793802-6881676266554319940?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6881676266554319940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=6881676266554319940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/6881676266554319940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/6881676266554319940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-blonde-gets-bored-this-is-what.html' title='When a blonde gets bored.... THIS is what happens!!;)'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-6249182753053350603</id><published>2008-01-16T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:36:57.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Things You Might Not Know About Me~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*My middle name is LeShae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*Born in Fort Wayne, IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*I'm not a fan of Michael Buble!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*Love to shop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Favourite color: Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*I like Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*Hate tea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*I'm somewhat shy.(No, really!:) Believe it or not!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*When I'm stressed I: Play the piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*I can't curl my tongue for the life of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*Hate Secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Nike Running Shoes are the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Don't like sour stuff.... Yeah, like those Warhead things.... YUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*I'm right handed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Bebo is way better than Myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*I like piano way better than violin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Candy Cane pie is absolutely the best pie ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*Don't like getting my socks wet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*Like the scent: Twisted Peppermint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;*I'm cold blooded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*M&amp;amp;M's are better than Skittles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-6249182753053350603?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6249182753053350603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=6249182753053350603' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/6249182753053350603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/6249182753053350603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-you-might-not-know-about-me.html' title='~Things You Might Not Know About Me~'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-4373477747265918976</id><published>2008-01-09T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:39:23.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Notes From Me</title><content type='html'>Haydn, Bach, Chopin, Schumann........... Prelude, Nocturne,&lt;br /&gt;Invention............. Practice, Practice, Practice!!!! Get the&lt;br /&gt;idea?:) I have begun preparing for MDML which takes place&lt;br /&gt;on March 2. It is a very strenuous event which requires&lt;br /&gt;preparation and practice. It is 2 hours long. I will be going&lt;br /&gt;from room to room for different categories of piano testing.&lt;br /&gt;I must have three pieces memorized, which must be from&lt;br /&gt;the three different periods of music. I also will be entering&lt;br /&gt;Theory testing, Technic, Ear Training, and I'm not positive&lt;br /&gt;about the other categories. So, as life continues, so does&lt;br /&gt;practice:). And practice..... And practice.:) This event is&lt;br /&gt;nerve-wracking, but very rewarding!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R4VzOJu6FII/AAAAAAAAADY/FMGSa_HnmpM/s1600-h/Copy+of+PICT0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153652035563426946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R4VzOJu6FII/AAAAAAAAADY/FMGSa_HnmpM/s320/Copy+of+PICT0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Til next time, Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="wrap2"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end outer-wrapper --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = data /&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-4373477747265918976?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4373477747265918976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=4373477747265918976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/4373477747265918976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/4373477747265918976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2008/01/musical-notes-from-me.html' title='Musical Notes From Me'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R4VzOJu6FII/AAAAAAAAADY/FMGSa_HnmpM/s72-c/Copy+of+PICT0469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-6753393412832109415</id><published>2008-01-01T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T09:31:11.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Christmas Pictures'/><title type='text'>~Christmas in Review~</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted many pictures recently, so I decided to post random pictures of our Christmas activities!:) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colts fans...........:) And I still love them:)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R3p2sZu6FGI/AAAAAAAAADI/a3Dn8-hbU9o/s1600-h/100_2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150559629045535842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R3p2sZu6FGI/AAAAAAAAADI/a3Dn8-hbU9o/s320/100_2107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my own heart:).........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R3p2eZu6FEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-rjkK1JzcfI/s1600-h/100_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150559388527367234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R3p2eZu6FEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-rjkK1JzcfI/s320/100_2100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you as bored as you look?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150559508786451538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R3p2lZu6FFI/AAAAAAAAADA/x7bNfpQ0RZ8/s320/100_2103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling is an annual thing! I stay out of it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150558722807436338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R3p13pu6FDI/AAAAAAAAACw/yLezJO4prQo/s320/100_2087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = data /&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150558542418809890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R3p1tJu6FCI/AAAAAAAAACo/ObN0YA50YJU/s320/100_2085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bensen........ Isn't he a cutie?:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150558027022734338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R3p1PJu6FAI/AAAAAAAAACY/kqveyLW89i8/s320/100_2066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy treats!..... I helpe make a ton of those things:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150557528806527986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R3p0yJu6E_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0GYAgoyRdQU/s320/100_2005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homeschool birthday party for Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150557206683980770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R3p0fZu6E-I/AAAAAAAAACI/dGyqqm0gun4/s320/100_1975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150557043475223506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R3p0V5u6E9I/AAAAAAAAACA/OGEBWBZOSFQ/s320/100_1967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last night's snowfall!!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150559856678802546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R3p25pu6FHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z6_tsi0gBC8/s320/newyear2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-6753393412832109415?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6753393412832109415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=6753393412832109415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/6753393412832109415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/6753393412832109415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-in-review.html' title='~Christmas in Review~'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R3p2sZu6FGI/AAAAAAAAADI/a3Dn8-hbU9o/s72-c/100_2107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-8895277740506018458</id><published>2007-12-22T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T14:14:25.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the season..... But for what???</title><content type='html'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = data /&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt; &lt;div id="outer-wrapper"&gt;&lt;div id="wrap2" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"'Tis the Season....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For last minute preparations, frustrating lines, presents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we know we bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;back on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;January 1st but have since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappeared, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dogs that break our ornaments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(or, worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;knock our trees over), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Santa hats that make us look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dorky, ice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;storms that make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;us miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whatever the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;important event of our month &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;has been...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:) Ok, so now that I've gotten your attention, isn't this the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pattern? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;store and people are running you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;over, grabbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the very last item &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on the shelf which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;were just reaching for, and not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;finding a gift for the very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hardest person on your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;list to buy for-the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'want anything!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So what's the point? It's not the presents, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;long lines, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ornaments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;being knocked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;over, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shopping, lines, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Santa hats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that give the true meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;again, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not the manger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the hay, the animals, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or the stable either! When you get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;right down t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's not gonna matter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how many presents you gave your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eighth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cousin-by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;marriage, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's not gonna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;matter that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you missed the important appointment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because of the ice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or even the electronic device your nephew wanted, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;were out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even how many ornaments your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;toddler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;broke.... After all, toys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;diminish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in value, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;appointments are reschedulable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and ornaments are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;replaceable. What is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;matter is the things that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will last...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did you make a place for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christ in your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;read the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;story? And no, not the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one about Scrooge. The one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;us a hope! A reason for the season! Styles change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;electronic things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get better and bigger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and toys break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But Christ is still the same and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;always be the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;best gift of all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end outer-wrapper --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-8895277740506018458?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8895277740506018458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=8895277740506018458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/8895277740506018458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/8895277740506018458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season-but-for-what.html' title='&apos;Tis the season..... But for what???'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-5197693804301139958</id><published>2007-12-17T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T13:32:13.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Winter Wonderland~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow!" And snow it did! I'm not sure how much we received, but it was so pretty! So today we, (Buddy, Clayton, and I) inspire ourselves to build a snowman! Well, ok, so Buddy wasn't too inspired:) He loves the snow, but snowmen really aren't his thing:) But, I still love him. Anyways, you can see pictures below. The snow was very powdery, so he kinda doesn't look "normal":) But, hey, in order to live in our house, you can't BE normal!!:):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Our little &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145054610548462466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R2bn6Ju6E4I/AAAAAAAAABY/Te80h-Efbvg/s320/PICT2445.JPG" width="260" border="0" /&gt;Buddy.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The finished product.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145054846771663762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="88" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R2boH5u6E5I/AAAAAAAAABg/zqA0MTCWpow/s320/PICT2450.JPG" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Isn't he cute?!:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145055065814995874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R2boUpu6E6I/AAAAAAAAABo/aZK0B9ERn-g/s320/PICT2452.JPG" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'Til next time...... Adios and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = data /&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = b /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145057612730602434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="107" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R2bqo5u6E8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PCxJ60bMkOM/s320/PICT2436.JPG" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="outer-wrapper"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="wrap2"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end outer-wrapper --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-5197693804301139958?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5197693804301139958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=5197693804301139958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/5197693804301139958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/5197693804301139958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-wonderland.html' title='~Winter Wonderland~'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R2bn6Ju6E4I/AAAAAAAAABY/Te80h-Efbvg/s72-c/PICT2445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-7638534162460347637</id><published>2007-12-14T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:34:27.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a Blonde's World:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144019824077837170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="99" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R2M6xpu6E3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/MiSNusGLsPE/s320/357964079a5716472396m%5B1%5D.gif" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so why am I even admitting to this?! I mean, Hello?! I'm a brunette:) Never the less, there are those(who I will not name;) who seem to think I am blonde..... No clue why! I'm the girl who went to get her picture taken on Thursday and put perfume on..... :) No comments please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;~The Wal-Mart Cat~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A blonde was weed-eating her yard and accidentally cut off the tail of her cat which was hiding in the grass. She rushed her cat, along with the tail over to WALMART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why WALMART???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALMART is the largest retailer in the world!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;div id="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144019501955289938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="103" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R2M6e5u6E1I/AAAAAAAAABA/CJWjullM9M8/s320/2436923789a5293588252m%5B1%5D.jpg" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;!-- end outer-wrapper --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-7638534162460347637?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7638534162460347637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=7638534162460347637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/7638534162460347637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/7638534162460347637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-in-blondes-world.html' title='Life in a Blonde&apos;s World:)'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R2M6xpu6E3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/MiSNusGLsPE/s72-c/357964079a5716472396m%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-8589243593978146245</id><published>2007-12-12T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T07:29:24.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas Edition of Getting to Know Your Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wrapping paper 'cause you have a better chance at guessing the gift:), but if I'm the one giving, then gift bags:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Real tree or artificial? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Artificial TOTALLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. When do you put up the tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; This year it was up around Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mom likes it down soon after Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not sure that I've ever tried it, but it doesn't even sound appetizing!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. Favorite gift you recieved as a child? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. Do you have a nativity scene? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, but my mom does.... Does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8. Hardest person to buy for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dad!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9. Easiest person to buy for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mom and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10. Worst Christmas gift you ever recieved? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)..... Hmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;11. Mail or e-mail Christmas cards? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12. When do you start shopping for Christmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I started the day after Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;13. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:) Not sure..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;14. Favorite things to eat at Christmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Candy Cane Pie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;15. Clear lights or colored on the tree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clear all the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;16. Favorite Christmas Song? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Way too hard a question!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;17. Travel at Christmas or stay home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;18. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe not all, but some....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;19. Angels on the treetop or stars? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;20. Open present on Christmas Eve or Christmas morning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Depends.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;21. Most annoying thing about this time of year? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why get annoyed? It's not worth the hassle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;22. Ever sat on Santa's lap as an adult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Well, I'm not an adult yet, but no:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;23. Ever been kissed under the mistletoe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kinda nosy, but no:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R1_6jlfhmZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G-ih3Lx9DI4/s1600-h/2436923789a6269420557l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143104788747098514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R1_6jlfhmZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G-ih3Lx9DI4/s320/2436923789a6269420557l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = data /&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = b /&gt;&lt;b:section class="main" id="main" showaddelement="no"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="fn-img" href="http://bebo.com/PhotoAlbumBig.jsp?MemberId=2436923789&amp;amp;PhotoId=6269491140&amp;amp;PhotoAlbumId=3225275514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b:section&gt;&lt;!-- end outer-wrapper --&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-8589243593978146245?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8589243593978146245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=8589243593978146245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/8589243593978146245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/8589243593978146245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R1_6jlfhmZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G-ih3Lx9DI4/s72-c/2436923789a6269420557l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678820388815793802.post-2383888171675252853</id><published>2007-12-12T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T07:11:23.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GBS Christmas Program'/><title type='text'>~Cincinatti~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R1_5OlfhmYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2nFm4fXjIwo/s1600-h/IMG_8028%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143103328458217858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R1_5OlfhmYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2nFm4fXjIwo/s320/IMG_8028%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have returned from my venture to Cincinatti! I rode down with Aunt Cheryl and other friends on Saturday morning, (might I add, EARLY:);), so we could attend the Saturday evening Christmas program at GBS. As usual, it was awesome! One of my favorite parts was the shepherd's song:) Totally cracked me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R1_3JVfhmXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qHi_PK4KWQw/s1600-h/IMG_8063%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143101039240649074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R1_3JVfhmXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qHi_PK4KWQw/s320/IMG_8063%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan played the part of Joseph's father, Jacob. He did excellent! I didn't even recognize him at first:) I couldn't seem to get his picture to upload though. I'm not too great with this stuff:) Anyways, all in all, the program was phenominal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = data /&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end outer-wrapper --&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678820388815793802-2383888171675252853?l=amberluvspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2383888171675252853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678820388815793802&amp;postID=2383888171675252853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/2383888171675252853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678820388815793802/posts/default/2383888171675252853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberluvspiano.blogspot.com/2007/12/cincinatti.html' title='~Cincinatti~'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936545876129816961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4IqJblR4UE/R1_5OlfhmYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2nFm4fXjIwo/s72-c/IMG_8028%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
