<?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-6461711495636417854</id><updated>2011-09-10T13:50:26.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tid Bits</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-8023044371698729432</id><published>2011-07-04T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:23:18.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HI HO IDAHO!!</title><content type='html'>It has been a rather long time since I actually blogged about anything...so, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June, I moved to Rexburg, Idaho, to begin a new chapter in my life as I began working for BYU-Idaho.  It happened really fast and is such a blessing in my life.  I was working in Provo and a few months back felt the need to look for other opportunities.  One weekend I went to visit a dear friend of mine in Rexburg and thought I would just look at the job postings at BYU-I for fun.  I did and when I arrived at her house, we discussed the opportunities.  After much thought and prayer, I felt extremely good about applying for a few jobs and did so.  After a full day interview and some more waiting, I was offered the job of Course Improvement Coordinator!  It really is amazing how Heavenly Father knows what we need when we need it.  It felt so right from the beginning and am so thankful that it actually worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am working in the online learning department working with course improvements.  My previous job was very good training grounds for preparing me for this opportunity.  Basically, I supervise a team of students that actually make the requested fixes and improvements that are submitted by teachers and course leads.  I make sure that things move efficiently and are successfully implemented.  I am also tasked with working with online councils in establishing policies and procedures and looking for ways in which we can improve our capabilities to work with instructors.  I am learning a lot and feel that I am beginning to get the hang of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so fun to work at a place where the scriptures are used and discussed in everyday work.  The town of Rexburg is small, but I am having such a grand time exploring.  This morning, early, my roommate Kriss and I went to Driggs to see the hot air balloons launch, but they didn't because the weather wasn't good enough to do so.  However, we were able to get some pictures of the Tetons which I have never seen before--BEAUTIFUL!!  These pictures were taken about 6:30 this morning--after leaving at 4:45 to drive to Driggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKe0z8O2TMA/ThJKCxXszxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rl0GKTsc0ek/s1600/Tetons%2B7-4-11%2B122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKe0z8O2TMA/ThJKCxXszxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rl0GKTsc0ek/s400/Tetons%2B7-4-11%2B122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625640296012107538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-paB7wjrPkEc/ThJKOrVNIkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/b7yjLe4VKgU/s1600/Tetons%2B7-4-11%2B123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-paB7wjrPkEc/ThJKOrVNIkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/b7yjLe4VKgU/s400/Tetons%2B7-4-11%2B123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625640500549460546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-8023044371698729432?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/8023044371698729432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=8023044371698729432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/8023044371698729432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/8023044371698729432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2011/07/hi-ho-idaho.html' title='HI HO IDAHO!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/-oKe0z8O2TMA/ThJKCxXszxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rl0GKTsc0ek/s72-c/Tetons%2B7-4-11%2B122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-2682871152900724865</id><published>2010-10-30T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T14:27:29.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/TMwyRUwu36I/AAAAAAAAAJw/oKO93yroL8A/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/TMwyRUwu36I/AAAAAAAAAJw/oKO93yroL8A/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533853315343769506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the best dresser upper for Halloween, but when I found out about our work Halloween party, my co-wokers and I came up with some good stuff.  After passing on the three blind mice and the three stooges, we decided to dress up to represent our team job title--Supplemental Educational Services (SES).  Can you guess who is who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I got a good sized bubble!  I had a great accent too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-2682871152900724865?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/2682871152900724865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=2682871152900724865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/2682871152900724865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/2682871152900724865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/TMwyRUwu36I/AAAAAAAAAJw/oKO93yroL8A/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-9183434617721514128</id><published>2010-10-10T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T15:21:58.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/10/10</title><content type='html'>As my sister can relate to, I have this quirk about numbers...I like them best when they are even.  The construction of the 8 is my favorite--why, you might ask? Well, it is comprised of circles and I love the uniformity.  So, what a perfect day to post some thoughts of this perfect day of evens--10/10/10.  I love it!  Okay, enough OCD talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I life has definitely changed during the past six weeks.  I got a great job at a company in Provo, Utah, though I live close to Lehi.  Though I enjoyed being with my parents, it is so nice to be in a bigger city with lots of people to meet and places to go. Also, my car died my second week out here, and my brother found me the best deal ever on a used car that I love driving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a lot about patience and faith--I learned that I need more of both of them.  :)&lt;br /&gt;I have also been reminded of how much Heavenly Father knows each of us and our needs at any moment in time.  He is aware and cares, but teaches and trains us along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have been some of your lessons learned in the last six weeks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-9183434617721514128?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/9183434617721514128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=9183434617721514128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/9183434617721514128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/9183434617721514128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/10/10.html' title='10/10/10'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-5164791246782652130</id><published>2010-08-04T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:57:38.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whip Cream on Nose Lady...</title><content type='html'>On occasion my dad reminds me that as a child I was completely fascinated with Carol Burnett.  I might not have known her name then, but I knew she was funny.  I mean, any person that would put whip cream on her nose in front of a camera for a television audience has got to have a grand sense of humor, right?  Uhhh, yeah!  I loved watching her show and especially loved it when the actors would crack up!  Pure entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw a  play entitled "39 Steps" and witnessed a similar predicament.  It was a cast of 4 with three of the actors playing a variety of different characters.  It was a truly crazy play, but my enjoyment increased 10 fold (I don't really know how much that is, but it has to be a lot!) when two of the actors couldn't contain their laughter when one of the male actors was impersonating a Scottish woman.  He was a riot and the two actors couldn't keep a straight face.  The audience roared as they saw the laughing actors lose it.  It brought me back to the hilarity and fun that the Carol Burnett show brought to my life.  Thank heavens for funny people with outstanding comedic timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world could use a little more laughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-5164791246782652130?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/5164791246782652130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=5164791246782652130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/5164791246782652130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/5164791246782652130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/08/whip-cream-on-nose-lady.html' title='Whip Cream on Nose Lady...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-2394768135407296832</id><published>2010-07-22T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:53:24.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When...</title><content type='html'>will the next chapter in my life work itself out--okay...ready, set, GO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-2394768135407296832?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/2394768135407296832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=2394768135407296832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/2394768135407296832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/2394768135407296832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/07/when.html' title='When...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-476872774347813703</id><published>2010-07-15T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T16:22:51.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Men and Women</title><content type='html'>I love music!  I have been singing along to it and dancing to its grooves for many years now.  It has a life force of its own; it transcends language and culture barriers.  Some songs may soothe an aching heart while others promote introspection.  Some songs can promote giddiness while others stick in your brain until you can't take it anymore.  We have all had that happen I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the band Lifehouse!  They know how to create great music.  A few months back when I was involved in a rather bizarre situation, there were 4 songs off of their new album that summed up the situation perfectly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I was "All In", next I was "Hafeway Gone", then came the point when I had "Had Enough", and finally, the situation ended by being "It Is What It Is".  Don't you love it when music sums up a situation better than you can?  Thanks for the great tunes you music men and women!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-476872774347813703?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/476872774347813703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=476872774347813703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/476872774347813703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/476872774347813703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/07/music-men-and-women.html' title='Music Men and Women'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-7974095253241328685</id><published>2010-07-06T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T10:16:57.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family everywhere I look!</title><content type='html'>This past week I had an awesome time with many members of family.  A nephew was baptized and confirmed, two babies were blessed, and a whole lot of swimming took place.  While we had almost everyone here, we were able to finagle some family pictures.  I am so glad that we took the time to do it.  Here a few of the pictures.  We had 30 people so it was a little nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a smilely picture against the red rocks of St. George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/TDNibP9wRmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_tFX3EEB70g/s1600/efam6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/TDNibP9wRmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_tFX3EEB70g/s400/efam6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490840590976304738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the funny faces!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/TDNjo-YMY7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/wPPzkhvY1Vs/s1600/IMG_3621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/TDNjo-YMY7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/wPPzkhvY1Vs/s400/IMG_3621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490841926285157298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my bros and sis.  It is weird to think that we are all grown up.  Where did the time go...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/TDNkNH2uWXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GsVStHLF4iw/s1600/endsleykids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/TDNkNH2uWXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GsVStHLF4iw/s400/endsleykids2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490842547304421746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-7974095253241328685?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/7974095253241328685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=7974095253241328685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/7974095253241328685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/7974095253241328685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-everywhere-i-look.html' title='Family everywhere I look!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/TDNibP9wRmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_tFX3EEB70g/s72-c/efam6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-4566864064493900476</id><published>2010-06-20T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:49:53.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Pizza</title><content type='html'>I am a self-declared Food Network addict.  I love the channel!  I learn new recipes and how to better prepare real food.  I have spent too much time eating my way through a processed world and can't take it any longer.  For the past 6 months I have been cooking a lot and have thoroughly enjoyed it.  My body has responded kindly to the change--I am down 15 lbs.  Why did I take so long to change????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad came home from a visit to Portland with a fabulous recipe for homemade pizza that you cook on the grill.  I couldn't wait to try it.  Pizza that I buy from the pizza shop is never crispy enough for me, so I liked having the power to make it as crispy as I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made the dough the night before and then made the sauce the next day.  It was pretty labor intensive, but we made extra dough and some sauce so we could use them another time.  It was delicious, scrumptious, divine...hopefully you get the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food tastes better when it is fresh and you can actually pronounce the ingredient list.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-4566864064493900476?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/4566864064493900476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=4566864064493900476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/4566864064493900476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/4566864064493900476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/06/homemade-pizza.html' title='Homemade Pizza'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-1889165266116253277</id><published>2010-06-13T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:31:29.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Nearly Impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The scene:&lt;/span&gt; Walmart's gas station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The main characters:&lt;/span&gt; Me, my wonderful stepmom (Nancy) and my amazing brother-in-law (Jeremy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The supporting characters:&lt;/span&gt; A sweet older man, a gangly gas station attendant, a cheery dressed  woman with an available phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The conflict:&lt;/span&gt; I locked my keys in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The climax:&lt;/span&gt; Will Nancy be able to get in touch with someone to help me?  Will she, will she???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The resolution:&lt;/span&gt; Nancy successfully contacts Jeremy to pick me up.  Crisis averted! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lessons learned:&lt;/span&gt; Have an extra car key at home; have a spare house key hidden outside; if you have to get locked out of your car, do it on a good weather day; memorize a few phone numbers because you won't be able to use your contact list that is saved on your phone because it too is locked in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-1889165266116253277?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/1889165266116253277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=1889165266116253277' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1889165266116253277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1889165266116253277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/06/mission-nearly-impossible.html' title='Mission Nearly Impossible'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-5658435006705999880</id><published>2010-06-10T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:02:43.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime Spree</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I was getting into my car after perusing Barnes and Noble and I saw a truly bizarre scene unfold before my very brown eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine it very hot, and two rather plump women running, well, trying to run.  I could tell the "good" woman from the "bad" woman right away; only because the "good" woman was in a security uniform and she was chasing the other woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First try...the security guard caught the "bad" woman only because she was out of breath, but she wiggled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second try...the security guard grabbed her more fiercely, but the "bad" woman wiggled away again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third try...the security guard tried to cuff the "bad" woman, yeah, not happening, she wiggled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I am hoping I don't have to run all the way over there and slap the "bad" woman silly.  To my relief, a man that was much closer, saw what was going on, ran over and successfully restrained the "bad" woman.  She didn't struggle anymore and the security guard was finally able to call for backup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later they announced on the news that some big time thieves were caught in St. George and they showed two pictures;  yep, one of them was the hefty "bad" woman that tried to get away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what lesson can we take away from this little experience? I am sure you can think of some, but what comes to my mind is that working out at the gym on a regular basis will come in very handy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-5658435006705999880?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/5658435006705999880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=5658435006705999880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/5658435006705999880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/5658435006705999880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/06/crime-spree.html' title='Crime Spree'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-6819911769226760335</id><published>2010-06-05T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:25:12.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me? (said with disdain)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/TAsHLKgYZII/AAAAAAAAAJI/C1X9_9x5Sag/s1600/IMG_2883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/TAsHLKgYZII/AAAAAAAAAJI/C1X9_9x5Sag/s400/IMG_2883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479481260006466690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever said something and then immediately wished you would have swallowed the words before they escaped?  Though I have had moments such as those, I want to dedicate this post to the don't-assume-and-then-open-your-BIG-FAT-mouth-restaurant hostess; well there are some other people that should be included too, but the list is too lengthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not having any children of my own (at least not yet), I have a lot of "children".  People have always assumed that I am the mother of the person that I am shopping with, eating with, laughing with, or whatever else with--be them my age or younger.  However, it has gotten worse...within the last few months, I have been referred to as "grandmother".  Yeah, go ahead laugh it up--it ain't funny!   I mean, look at that face--not grandmother old!  What is up with people assuming that I am a grandmother???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that it really annoys me; I know I should be more "mature" about it, but come on people--stop assuming and then opening your big mouths!  People need to take a longer moment to assess the situation and the people involved and then THINK before they speak...think people, think before you speak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I feel better now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-6819911769226760335?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/6819911769226760335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=6819911769226760335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/6819911769226760335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/6819911769226760335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/06/excuse-me-said-with-disdain.html' title='Excuse me? (said with disdain)'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/TAsHLKgYZII/AAAAAAAAAJI/C1X9_9x5Sag/s72-c/IMG_2883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-470815253794620439</id><published>2010-05-02T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:18:52.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S93zBvbt_EI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FnoJlXiAU4U/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S93zBvbt_EI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FnoJlXiAU4U/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466792733935795266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of a rainbow causes me to reflect.  I am mesmerized by its creation, beauty and significance.  I was taught that a rainbow signifies a promise to the inhabitants of earth that God will not cause a flood to wipe everyone and everything out like what happened in Noah's time.  The rainbow literally reflects hope, promise, remembrance and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I too am one of God's creations, what is it that I "reflect"?  Do I display forgiveness, love, virtue, kindness and honesty?  Heaven knows that I have many opportunities to show them, but do I do it willingly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God keeps His promises; so I must be more diligent in keeping mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-470815253794620439?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/470815253794620439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=470815253794620439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/470815253794620439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/470815253794620439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/05/somewhere.html' title='Somewhere...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/S93zBvbt_EI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FnoJlXiAU4U/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-4962003602212764322</id><published>2010-04-25T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:02:26.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Moment at a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S9S3IG4EvSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tLDG2yWrTds/s1600/DSC_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S9S3IG4EvSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tLDG2yWrTds/s400/DSC_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464193597819895074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this very moment, I wish I could transport myself to the beach.  Any beach that is not overrun with people, especially nude people, would be just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach is always so relaxing and rejuvenating.  I love being there.  But since I can't physically transport myself to the beach this very moment (boo!) I turn to the stack of research papers that await...Sometimes it is hard to live in the moment, especially when that moment is not very welcomed.  I know, I know, you may say, "but Mandy, you chose to be an English teacher..."  Yes, Mandy did, but that doesn't mean she wants to grade papers for the rest of her natural life.  Anyway, enough complaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to do more living in the present than always looking to the past or future. Why is that so tough?  Time ticks by so fast that I want to relish more fully the tiny moments that mean so much.  I am working on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am working on becoming as healthy as I possibly can.  I have lost 12 lbs. since the beginning of the year and feel great.  That might not seem like a lot in that amount of time but slow is just fine by me.  I am just taking one moment at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focusing on the present moments helps me realize the blessings received and the potential blessings that await.  Does that even make sense?  It does to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-4962003602212764322?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/4962003602212764322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=4962003602212764322' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/4962003602212764322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/4962003602212764322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-moment-at-time.html' title='One Moment at a Time'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/S9S3IG4EvSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tLDG2yWrTds/s72-c/DSC_0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-3156563410825914636</id><published>2010-03-28T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:48:10.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Wow--the memories continue to flood my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was time to update my blog and was looking through my pictures to see what picture might accompany my witty banter.  Well, I got so caught up in looking through my pictures that I lost track of time and everything else!  The memories delightfully flooded my mind as I reminisced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How grateful I am for a wonderful family, amazing friends, and plentiful opportunities to learn, grow and to be happy.   Also, I have had some wicked cool hairstyles over the years; well, maybe somewhat cool hairstyles...I have had even better expressions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see the pictures that have yet to be snapped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-3156563410825914636?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/3156563410825914636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=3156563410825914636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/3156563410825914636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/3156563410825914636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/03/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-8423967325980834829</id><published>2010-03-13T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:38:45.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Not All Cheetos and Rocky Road Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S5wyzZ_Z1kI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TE7GBtaxXdo/s1600-h/DSC_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S5wyzZ_Z1kI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TE7GBtaxXdo/s400/DSC_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448285507942995522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is not all Cheetos and rocky road ice cream; there are many moments of liver and cow tripe.  Believe me, like many of you out there, I have tasted them all.  The wonderful thing is that the icky moments make the sweet and crunchy moments all the more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of us that are facing moments of liver and cow tripe, cling to the truth and you will be blessed while you patiently endure the icky moments.  Sweet and crunchy are just around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and hugs to you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-8423967325980834829?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/8423967325980834829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=8423967325980834829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/8423967325980834829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/8423967325980834829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-not-all-cheetoes-and-rocky-road.html' title='Life is Not All Cheetos and Rocky Road Ice Cream'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/S5wyzZ_Z1kI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TE7GBtaxXdo/s72-c/DSC_0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-5247445274307785268</id><published>2010-02-27T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:06:01.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping into the Unknown</title><content type='html'>Growing up, I always thought that I wanted to know my exact future.  At least a written description of my future husband with name and phone number attached would have been nice, but alas, that "mail" or "male" has yet to arrive.  I am so clever... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I have waxed strong in years, I now know better.  I'd rather step into the unknown with faith.  Stepping into the unknown is scary, but is also incredibly exhilarating in that you build your own future one choice at a time.  I am thankful to be able to make my own choices--good and bad because it is through them that I have had the experiences that have invited learning, growing, crying, laughing and loving.  I honestly don't have many regrets, other than missing the New Kids on the Block concert...well, it was on a Sunday so I made a good choice not to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would not be as intriguing, entertaining and spontaneous as it is, if I knew my exact future.   No fortune tellers needed here--I can't wait to see how my future continues to unfold with each new choice I make!  I just need to be patient.  Now that is a whole other issue!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-5247445274307785268?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/5247445274307785268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=5247445274307785268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/5247445274307785268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/5247445274307785268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/02/stepping-into-unknown.html' title='Stepping into the Unknown'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-43869379049477263</id><published>2010-02-21T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:02:16.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics, here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S4HHZdLlDDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IsUoD_w-D1o/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S4HHZdLlDDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IsUoD_w-D1o/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440849064984120370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of my most favorite little people came for a visit this weekend and we decided to try something new.  In lieu of the Olympics, I took my nephew (Will) and niece (Gwen) ice skating.  Yes, St. George does have an ice skating rink housed by a rather large white tent.  It was colder inside than it was outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S4HGUTDzwdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e9JtESdTS4A/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S4HGUTDzwdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e9JtESdTS4A/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440847876856201682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Will and Gwen's first time ever ice skating and I was so happy to be there to experience it with them.  Will and Gwen both did an amazing job.  By the end they didn't even need to hold on to the railing.  I became the railing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S4HF4fqEXuI/AAAAAAAAAII/2KTDbYX_OgI/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S4HF4fqEXuI/AAAAAAAAAII/2KTDbYX_OgI/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440847399201562338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a lot of falling for their first time out, but no one was injured, thank goodness.  I am happy to say that I only fell once, yep, I am pretty dang close to completing a triple loop into a double toe.  I just might be ready for the Olympics in 2014--might be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-43869379049477263?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/43869379049477263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=43869379049477263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/43869379049477263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/43869379049477263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/02/olympics-here-we-come.html' title='Olympics, here we come!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/S4HHZdLlDDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IsUoD_w-D1o/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-3201603904184329768</id><published>2010-02-17T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:42:41.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buster Buggins and his trains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S3zQNnjPc4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/dOiR-otF2UY/s1600-h/DSC_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S3zQNnjPc4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/dOiR-otF2UY/s400/DSC_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439451382330389378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S3zQl7Q-gSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eamWc60u0A8/s1600-h/DSC_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S3zQl7Q-gSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eamWc60u0A8/s400/DSC_0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439451799939350818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week, I was so excited to travel to AZ to visit my brother, Adam, and his family. I was there for only 3 days but we had a wonderful time together. My first day there, we went to the Train Park in Scottsdale. My nephew, Kevin, absolutely loved it. We rode on the train, the Merry-go-round (Aunt Moe, are you jealous???) and then played on the slide. He was too adorable for words. Of course I had my camera and snapped as many pictures as I could with him smiling. Not that it is a rarity for Kevin to smile, just not as easily for posed pictures. So, I was snapping candid shots as quickly as I could before the smile left his face; thus, some might be a little fuzzy or dim because he wasn't always in the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S3zRNsO51VI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IIwMVKQ2adw/s1600-h/DSC_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S3zRNsO51VI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IIwMVKQ2adw/s400/DSC_0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439452483098891602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was counting before he slid down...1,2,5, 7, 10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S3zSCF-3X2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9rinFF4GZgM/s1600-h/DSC_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S3zSCF-3X2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9rinFF4GZgM/s400/DSC_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439453383364140898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He moved so I didn't get his full face--darn it!  I love that boy!!!!  Thanks for a wonderful visit!!!  I love and miss you guys very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/amendsley/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-3201603904184329768?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/3201603904184329768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=3201603904184329768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/3201603904184329768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/3201603904184329768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/02/buster-buggins-and-his-trains.html' title='Buster Buggins and his trains'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/S3zQNnjPc4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/dOiR-otF2UY/s72-c/DSC_0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-1211681014535830800</id><published>2010-02-07T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:41:41.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things I would rather be doing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S2915LpQRxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nFYTWJ8r-Lg/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S2915LpQRxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nFYTWJ8r-Lg/s400/DSC_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435692900498294546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes my friends, rather than grading the seemingly insurmountable mound of essays, I would much rather sing, sing, sing, or get my toes painted.  Is that so wrong???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S291u1_vTRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qnWvcgCNQGg/s1600-h/2316720360100298238zpiAdw_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S291u1_vTRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qnWvcgCNQGg/s400/2316720360100298238zpiAdw_ph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435692722888330514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OHHH, how I miss you karaoke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S291okwOpdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/e94ml_aMw5o/s1600-h/2197727390100298238DAdFhH_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S291okwOpdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/e94ml_aMw5o/s400/2197727390100298238DAdFhH_ph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435692615180658130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I was born to be a singer...well, maybe in my dreams!  Anyone want to finish grading the essays so I can fulfill my dream!!!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-1211681014535830800?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/1211681014535830800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=1211681014535830800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1211681014535830800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1211681014535830800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-things-i-would-rather-be-doing.html' title='Two things I would rather be doing...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/S2915LpQRxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nFYTWJ8r-Lg/s72-c/DSC_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-8422268243529064398</id><published>2010-02-01T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:06:13.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost four weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S2eIhvAIzLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vCLH4q_PCac/s1600-h/DSC_0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/S2eIhvAIzLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vCLH4q_PCac/s400/DSC_0620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433461588579896498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nearly completed my first month of no sugar.  Well, I should say my first month of trying to eliminate sugar from my diet.  The first 2 1/2 weeks were killer hard!  The cravings were incessant; nevertheless, I forged ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I weighed myself and have lost 8 lbs.  Whoo, hooo!  I might not be pulling the numbers they do on "The Biggest Loser," but I feel wonderful and will continue to take each day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you not to give up on your goals.  Keep going, keep pushing forward...you are worth whatever goal you wish to achieve.  I believe in you!!!  YOU CAN DO IT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-8422268243529064398?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/8422268243529064398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=8422268243529064398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/8422268243529064398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/8422268243529064398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/02/almost-four-weeks.html' title='Almost four weeks...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/S2eIhvAIzLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vCLH4q_PCac/s72-c/DSC_0620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-1561724731746737151</id><published>2010-01-30T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:53:40.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarro!</title><content type='html'>These past few days have led to the most bizarre experience as a teacher! Stressful, filled with anxiety, and just plain awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, without divulging it all, here is a message to all you students out there...Please don't ask your teachers to go on a date--that is a big NO, NO and puts the teacher in a VERY awkward frame of mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just. Don't. Do. It.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-1561724731746737151?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/1561724731746737151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=1561724731746737151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1561724731746737151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1561724731746737151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/01/bizarro.html' title='Bizarro!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-1891938033863053068</id><published>2010-01-17T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:58:36.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar is the DEVIL!</title><content type='html'>My mother wasn't an avid cookie baker, cake decorator, or chocolatier.  For heaven's sake, we thought carob was candy--ick, gross.  So, whenever we had a sugar teaser, such as brownies or ice cream, we went a little nuts scarfing down as much as we could.  Let's just say that sugary stuff never lasted in our house, unless it was strategically hidden (I was pretty good at it! :)). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taste for sweet snacks has definitely evolved over the years; for example, I am not really a cake or sweet break kind of person.  I would give up nearly any sweet treat for a simple bite of dark chocolate with nuts and dried fruit--just thinking about it makes me want just a nibble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story, I have recently purged all sweet treats from my diet.  These last couple of weeks have been REALLY DIFFICULT in that I have wanted to eat ANYTHING sweet.  WOW, can anyone say irritable, cranky pants?  That was my name for a few days.  A couple of days I did give in as I nibbled on a couple of Oreos, but I am doing much better now and can't wait until the cravings die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I am feeling better and hope to continue as I then tackle potato chips.  Help me now...that is going to be a hard one because if anything, we are a potato chip loving family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-1891938033863053068?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/1891938033863053068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=1891938033863053068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1891938033863053068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1891938033863053068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2010/01/sugar-is-devil.html' title='Sugar is the DEVIL!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-7565868888699156980</id><published>2009-12-31T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:21:06.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You just might be jealous...</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is true!  I few days ago I realized a long-time dream of going on a game show.  That's right, I, Mandy Endsley, along with my dad and step-mom Nancy, dressed up in bicycle racing gear and made it on to the "Let's Make a Deal" show hosted by Wayne Brady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie; I was wishing and praying that I would be chosen, and then would win a smooth driving prize like a car.  Sadly, Wayne neglected to even meet my energetic and penetrating stare.  So after hours of lines and interviews and whatnot, I left without any prizes; however, I loved being there with my parents.  They cracked me up--Nancy was just as excited to catch Wayne Brady's attention as I was while Dad kept yelling for people to get "Zonked." I was sandwiched between them and had a great time.  Though we left empty handed, we did make it on TV quite a few times because we sat just above Wayne's camera shot.  When I find out the day our episode airs, I will post the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dream fulfilled; well, part of the dream.  The other part will be fulfilled when I actually win something!  Don't give up on your dreams!  You never know what will happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone a wonderfully bright and dreamy new year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-7565868888699156980?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/7565868888699156980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=7565868888699156980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/7565868888699156980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/7565868888699156980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-just-might-be-jealous.html' title='You just might be jealous...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-3129493724723938585</id><published>2009-12-14T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:13:15.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/Sycrp3sv7fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-PD7RefAQXE/s1600-h/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/Sycrp3sv7fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-PD7RefAQXE/s400/DSC_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415345075262582258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to say...none of the "serious" pictures turned out.  Thank goodness my family has a healthy sense of humor, well, mostly healthy...It was fun to be together as we gathered for baby Katie's blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy and I were talking tonight while we watched yet another cheesy Christmas movie on TV, and realized the only people that Santa will visit at our house will be Dad, Nancy and myself.  We will miss everyone as they celebrate Christmas with their own growing families or with their in-laws.  That said, I have some fun in store for Dad and Nancy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wake them up REALLY early on Christmas morning so we can watch "Smoky Mountain Christmas," and shake our gifts to guess what's inside.  When the clock finally strikes 8am, we will all go into their room and jump on the bed to pretend to "wake" them up.  With haste, we will then move to the living room to open gifts.  With only three of us, it should go pretty fast; unless, uncharacteristically, Dad decides to slowly unwrap his gifts.  I'm just sayin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making a delicious spread of dinner delights, perhaps we will have grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup--less mess, less stress.  It could happen...that means I would have more time to play with my toys!  YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be an unforgettable Christmas with Dad and Nancy!  I mean that sincerely; I enjoy spending time with them.  They are wonderful parents, and I appreciate them very much for all that they do for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, hold up, I just had a thought...if Sister Fletcher (a widow my dad home teaches) comes over, then we will REALLY have a party!  :)  She might not be able to jump on the bed...I might have to restrategize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!!!  I sure love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-3129493724723938585?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/3129493724723938585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=3129493724723938585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/3129493724723938585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/3129493724723938585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wish.html' title='A Christmas Wish'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/Sycrp3sv7fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-PD7RefAQXE/s72-c/DSC_0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-4930072159987312841</id><published>2009-10-10T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:02:26.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Jerusalem...</title><content type='html'>I had the unbelievable opportunity to travel with some of my dearest friends to Israel. We stayed with one of our friends who happens to live there with her husband as he is completing a diplomatic assignment for the US Government. What an amazing trip; truly a trip of a lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many stories and emotions-I just don't know where to begin...maybe I'll begin after our first leg of the trip. Kriss, Leah and I flew from Boston and then had a full day layover in Frankfurt, Germany. It was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am in Frankfurt, Germany, enjoying old main street. These beautiful buildings withstood the destruction of WWII and remain as charming as ever.  It would have been nice if no one else had been in the picture but me, but I didn't have a megaphone to shew everyone out of my pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEV6jhT4AI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZA_y48tMcz0/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEV6jhT4AI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZA_y48tMcz0/s400/DSC_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391114324650745858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trucks were in the way, but I think you will get the drift of the charm of the buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEYrlw6UpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6QNbi31UUNI/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEYrlw6UpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6QNbi31UUNI/s400/DSC_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391117366089896594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a gorgeous shot with this old church across the river.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEZPDIA1_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/ME5aYpTq0jM/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEZPDIA1_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/ME5aYpTq0jM/s400/DSC_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391117975266842610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then boarded the plane for another 4 hours and then arrived in Jerusalem EARLY  Saturday morning which is the sabbath in Jerusalem; also observed by the LDS as their sabbath.     No, it is not a bomb, just the sun rising. It was so inspiring after a long journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEaIcW4MxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sQN_gNsdzdg/s1600-h/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEaIcW4MxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sQN_gNsdzdg/s400/DSC_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391118961292620562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet lag is a bummer!! We were finally altogether as Kalynn beat us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEa9yEGzvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/voi_RoiGp9o/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEa9yEGzvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/voi_RoiGp9o/s400/DSC_0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391119877652532978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out of hundreds of pictures, these were some of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating in the Dead Sea!  The coolest feeling ever to be walking and then to suddenly not feel the sand on the bottom of the sea because the water buoys you up.  Just don't splash it in your eyes or mouth...grossness! Oh, before you get into the water, you rub on some black boiling mud to exfoliate.  My skin was so soft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEd3MygKgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Z_qZqWY7d6M/s1600-h/DSC_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEd3MygKgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Z_qZqWY7d6M/s400/DSC_0742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391123063102253570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am on the Temple Mount where the Temple of Solomon once stood; now the Dome of the Rock resides there.  Muslims come here to worship.  Let's just say that if you visit, make sure you wear long pants or a long skirt and a long sleeved shirt.  You don't want guns pointed at you for having a knee length skirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEefR56QBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/I5GYhhpNQGQ/s1600-h/DSC_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEefR56QBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/I5GYhhpNQGQ/s400/DSC_0621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391123751670267922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my stinky friend the camel.  Thank heavens for modern transportation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEdhXVIv8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/gL1WJYRHa44/s1600-h/DSC_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEdhXVIv8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/gL1WJYRHa44/s400/DSC_0733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391122687974752194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my most favorite places we visited--the Garden Tomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEdNUncAbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4tsHvUPQpIo/s1600-h/DSC_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEdNUncAbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4tsHvUPQpIo/s400/DSC_0670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391122343648821682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Garden of Gethsemane--I am sure that these very old olive trees have amazing stories to tell!  If only they could talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEcvzAYB1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/bDIlqGy0beY/s1600-h/DSC_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEcvzAYB1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/bDIlqGy0beY/s400/DSC_0539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391121836410406738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me on the Mount of Olives--what a glorious day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEcZWeLJnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GKpmWzNT99k/s1600-h/DSC_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEcZWeLJnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GKpmWzNT99k/s400/DSC_0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391121450793641586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claustrophobic shopping anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEcAuxqchI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-LVWIqGOIfU/s1600-h/DSC_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEcAuxqchI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-LVWIqGOIfU/s400/DSC_0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391121027821105682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my most favorite pictures...on the Mount of Beattitudes...over looking the Sea of Gallilee...can't wait to frame this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEbf2XmwAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gdQG08zK4_E/s1600-h/DSC_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEbf2XmwAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gdQG08zK4_E/s400/DSC_0253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391120462923612162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over looking Jerusalem from the BYU Jerusalem Center located on the Mount of Olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEaniJG9jI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gqKoY1pvWGI/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEaniJG9jI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gqKoY1pvWGI/s400/DSC_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391119495421425202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lehi and his family journeyed into the wilderness, this is what it was like...nothing, nothing.  I think I would have complained too!&lt;br /&gt;Now the Bedowan's (I am sure I didn't spell their name right) live there and call themselves the original settlers of the land.  I would still complain...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEluS0nFAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0iZgaXMWWT8/s1600-h/DSC_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEluS0nFAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0iZgaXMWWT8/s400/DSC_0808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391131706195907586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Western Wall.  The Jewish people pray here and the Muslim people go above on the Temple Mount to worship.  Lots of people with guns around both areas-quite unnerving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEmvLWZTbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ycp5hZIjoXM/s1600-h/DSC_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/StEmvLWZTbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ycp5hZIjoXM/s400/DSC_0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391132820881624498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-4930072159987312841?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/4930072159987312841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=4930072159987312841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/4930072159987312841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/4930072159987312841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-jerusalem.html' title='Oh, Jerusalem...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/StEV6jhT4AI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZA_y48tMcz0/s72-c/DSC_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-992984316187760060</id><published>2009-07-05T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:55:13.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Writer in Progress...</title><content type='html'>Growing up, I never would have considered writing to be fun.  Never would I have linked those words in a sentence.  HOWEVER...things changed when I started writing a sequel to the movie "Goonies."  I must of been 13 or 14...maybe 27, just kidding, that is when I realized that I had stories I wanted to tell.  All I had to do was write them.  EASY...not so easy.  But it seems like I often choose things to do in my life that aren't so easy (i.e. mission, graduate school, teaching, leaving my family, dating, and the list goes on...) So, I have made some commitments to myself and the writing group that I joined and I am so pleased to say that the movie based on my book will be released in 2016.  The title is still under wraps but be advised that for the time being, it won't be Goonies 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-992984316187760060?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/992984316187760060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=992984316187760060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/992984316187760060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/992984316187760060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2009/07/writer-in-progress.html' title='A Writer in Progress...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-7934525512783850148</id><published>2009-05-31T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:51:16.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, there are some beautiful parts of Arizona...</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderfully hot time roaming the Phoenix Botanical Gardens and gawking at the design and artistry of Dale Chilhuly.  It was amazing to see how these blown glass pieces were dispersed throughout the gardens.  Just take a look...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMyhDRkcMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1YaRIAieNbM/s1600-h/DSC_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMyhDRkcMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1YaRIAieNbM/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342169126387609794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell where the glass is in this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMyQJslISI/AAAAAAAAAEY/a74F1sg84NQ/s1600-h/DSC_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMyQJslISI/AAAAAAAAAEY/a74F1sg84NQ/s400/DSC_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342168836053737762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMyHPJsTdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YiteeGspxjI/s1600-h/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMyHPJsTdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YiteeGspxjI/s400/DSC_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342168682899197394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMx7hrVk9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/x3FrJSDbQFo/s1600-h/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMx7hrVk9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/x3FrJSDbQFo/s400/DSC_0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342168481713722322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, these aren't glass flowers but they are gorgeous!  For once in my life I actually thought a cactus was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMxuOyR0RI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9L4jpt2ffXs/s1600-h/DSC_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMxuOyR0RI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9L4jpt2ffXs/s400/DSC_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342168253304262930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMxlgdW8wI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9vyMggekq3U/s1600-h/DSC_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMxlgdW8wI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9vyMggekq3U/s400/DSC_0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342168103429534466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMxX1dKwbI/AAAAAAAAADw/KtGhSulw_BA/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMxX1dKwbI/AAAAAAAAADw/KtGhSulw_BA/s400/DSC_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342167868547711410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMxEOOmMCI/AAAAAAAAADo/6kd5SiD-r28/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMxEOOmMCI/AAAAAAAAADo/6kd5SiD-r28/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342167531600097314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMw1-MX5VI/AAAAAAAAADg/U2-qxb6WYfQ/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMw1-MX5VI/AAAAAAAAADg/U2-qxb6WYfQ/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342167286777636178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really enjoyed myself.  I can't wait for more adventures here in Arizona! I just hope that my car keeps running; it died on me today and Adam's brother-in-law came over and tinkered around and got it working.  Well, he didn't really tinker, but hit the starter with a hammer and it started right up.  I am really grateful for hammers and men that know how to use them.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-7934525512783850148?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/7934525512783850148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=7934525512783850148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/7934525512783850148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/7934525512783850148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-there-are-some-beautiful-parts-of.html' title='Okay, there are some beautiful parts of Arizona...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/SiMyhDRkcMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1YaRIAieNbM/s72-c/DSC_0164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-1717857474319720949</id><published>2009-05-24T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:35:11.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, Blah...</title><content type='html'>Here's a topic for discussin...Why is dating such a pain in the rump??  Discuss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-1717857474319720949?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/1717857474319720949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=1717857474319720949' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1717857474319720949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1717857474319720949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah-blah.html' title='Blah, Blah...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-1242974402200612625</id><published>2009-05-10T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:01:13.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Master Mandy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SgeR244Yg3I/AAAAAAAAADI/c40NnhgEBsQ/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SgeR244Yg3I/AAAAAAAAADI/c40NnhgEBsQ/s400/DSC_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334392655811478386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did it!  I finally graduated with my Master's degree in Arts Administration!  It was a bugger!  Hilary, Liz and I worked our tails off.  Thank goodness for these two women and the strength, support and friendship that they willingly offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SgeTVdvMu9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Zldv-ZrHN9k/s1600-h/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SgeTVdvMu9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Zldv-ZrHN9k/s400/DSC_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334394280612772818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SgeU2qt0LrI/AAAAAAAAADY/7a5TucsX7y0/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SgeU2qt0LrI/AAAAAAAAADY/7a5TucsX7y0/s400/DSC_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334395950543941298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a very cool day because my youngest brother, Logan, also graduated but with his Bachelor's degree in Psychology.  So many of our wonderful family was there to celebrate in finally finishing school.  I am really done, but as for Logan, well, he's not--HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to have my dad hood me.  Pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am off to Tempe, Arizona--HOT!!  I will be interning at a children's theatre there for three of the hottest months of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I will have time to work off my double chin...at least I will feel masterful when I do it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-1242974402200612625?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/1242974402200612625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=1242974402200612625' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1242974402200612625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1242974402200612625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2009/05/master-mandy.html' title='Master Mandy'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/SgeR244Yg3I/AAAAAAAAADI/c40NnhgEBsQ/s72-c/DSC_0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-6212541825747245518</id><published>2009-04-03T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:50:14.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn is as Stubborn does...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SdaAuRSHRLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Vopou_Ps8HY/s1600-h/DSC_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SdaAuRSHRLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Vopou_Ps8HY/s400/DSC_0623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320581542186534066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, "Stubborn" would be me...I should be working on my research paper...stupid paper...I will later.  See what I mean, Stubborn has decided to do what she wants to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently decided to complete my internship in Tempe, Arizona.  Go ahead, ask the question..."Stubborn, why did it take you soo long to decide when you felt that is where you should go to begin with??"  Because I didn't want to.  How about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once I made the decision I knew I had made the right one.  It was just like my brother Adam said, all my worries and concerns lifted once I made the decision.  Why did I wait so long again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this ordeal, I was really frustrated with myself.  I didn't listen and I took a long time to act.  I don't want to be like that, so how do I reverse engineer my genetic structure, (thanks Dad) and not be so stubborn?  I'll ponder that one for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I am excited to go to Arizona and reconnect with some crazy, wild women that I love dearly...you know who you are!!  I can't wait to play!  That I will be stubborn about--we must play!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-6212541825747245518?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/6212541825747245518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=6212541825747245518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/6212541825747245518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/6212541825747245518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2009/04/stubborn-is-as-stubborn-does.html' title='Stubborn is as Stubborn does...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/SdaAuRSHRLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Vopou_Ps8HY/s72-c/DSC_0623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-3161441843552421766</id><published>2009-02-08T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:51:35.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Applause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SY-3bBg62cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SwPDwpU49Jw/s1600-h/CIMG7151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SY-3bBg62cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SwPDwpU49Jw/s400/CIMG7151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300656961329224130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew Kevin is the cutest buster you will find!  He is almost a year and a half and I can hardly believe it.  Well, Friday night he proved how smart he is for his age.  I was over at my brother Adam's house.  He and his lovely wife, Ashley, and our great friends Curtis and Andy, were talking about the best way to raise children.  Stories of spoiled children were discussed and debated.  Ashley then commented that she would like to help her children with paying for a down payment on their first house.  Of course this would be after they had worked their way up to that point.  She and Adam won't raise any slackers, but you never know...Anyway, we immediately started to discuss and debate the best way to raise children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I was playing with Kevin and thought that he should make mental notes of this moment so when the time came, he could remind his mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I told him to listen to mommy because she was going to put a down payment on his house when he grew up.  He stared at me, turned his head, stared at Ashley, turned back and then started clapping all by himself.  We erupted with laughter.  Nearly a year and a half and he got the message.  What a smarty!  I only wished I had had a video camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-3161441843552421766?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/3161441843552421766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=3161441843552421766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/3161441843552421766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/3161441843552421766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2009/02/applause.html' title='Applause'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/SY-3bBg62cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SwPDwpU49Jw/s72-c/CIMG7151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-1119628390369832636</id><published>2009-01-17T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:29:27.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing like crazy</title><content type='html'>Gwennie, the ballerina, baby Maggie, and my nephew, Will just before they moved to Idaho.  I love you guys!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SXKV3NoTxNI/AAAAAAAAACw/uk5Z3Ccpkg0/s1600-h/DSC_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SXKV3NoTxNI/AAAAAAAAACw/uk5Z3Ccpkg0/s400/DSC_0590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292457287897826514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SXKUuR3w-TI/AAAAAAAAACo/RK4_eC_BZuQ/s1600-h/DSC_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SXKUuR3w-TI/AAAAAAAAACo/RK4_eC_BZuQ/s400/DSC_0657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292456034905946418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SXKT3BADHhI/AAAAAAAAACg/F_emXsMC3cU/s1600-h/DSC_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SXKT3BADHhI/AAAAAAAAACg/F_emXsMC3cU/s400/DSC_0651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292455085484482066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 2nd, my brother Tyler and his family moved to Northern Idaho.  I am glad for his new job, but I have to say I miss them terribly!  I loved being close to them for a year and half.  I talked to Tyler and Summer today and felt so much better.  Although a little "plusquaredo" that I know was hiding when I wanted to talk to her...stinker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been preparing for a Relief Society lesson which focuses on families being sealed together on earth which is binding and enduring to the eternities.  I want my family to know how thankful I am for each of them and for the priesthood power and authority that binds us wherever we might be; Idaho or Utah; Earth or Heaven.  We are in this together...I would break out into a High School Musical serenade, but I'll save that for later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to be in contact with a family member that you haven't spoken to in awhile.  Recently, one of my cousins that I haven't talked to in years found me and we ended up talking for a good while.  It was wonderful!  I hope to have more moments like that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-1119628390369832636?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/1119628390369832636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=1119628390369832636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1119628390369832636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1119628390369832636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-like-crazy.html' title='Missing like crazy'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/SXKV3NoTxNI/AAAAAAAAACw/uk5Z3Ccpkg0/s72-c/DSC_0590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-5432089038191574504</id><published>2008-12-29T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:52:08.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama at Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SVlRQDAz0uI/AAAAAAAAACY/X-NynkmilRw/s1600-h/DSC_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SVlRQDAz0uI/AAAAAAAAACY/X-NynkmilRw/s400/DSC_0598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285344973824447202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Timers on cameras are pretty cool!  Here is a fun family picture on Christmas.  Kevin, Adam and Ashley's cute baby, was sleeping-- wah!  I think we will photoshop him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another word for family has to be drama!  WOW, when a lot of different personalities come together to celebrate the holidays, drama is bound to happen.  Miscommunication, forgetting to extend invitations, and whatever else that can cause hurt feelings.  We had our share this Christmas.  HOWEVER, talking things out, recognizing the need to apologize, and not allowing oneself to become offended or left out are true Christmas miracles in a large mixed family.  The ups and downs brought us closer this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men and women are certainly different!  Just remember, women are not the only ones that are emotional, DAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-5432089038191574504?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/5432089038191574504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=5432089038191574504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/5432089038191574504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/5432089038191574504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2008/12/drama-at-christmas.html' title='Drama at Christmas'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/SVlRQDAz0uI/AAAAAAAAACY/X-NynkmilRw/s72-c/DSC_0598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-3634062434899021079</id><published>2008-11-09T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:30:54.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 years ago</title><content type='html'>I entered the Missionary Training Center (MTC) 14 years ago today!  Wowza!  I think about everything that has happened to me since that date, and I am flabbergasted.   Would I be the same woman today if I had known how my life would unfold?  Probably not.  Heavenly Father has given me many experiences that exercise my faith.  I'm talking moments of power lifting, and other moments of cardio endurance. It has been a marathon of training, or maybe a triathalon of training...well, at least a half marathon worth of training. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it has been up to me to make sure my faith grows and proves strong.  It has been a difficult learning experience as a whole, but holding true to the restored truths helps me garner strength to trust and to not be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a challenge for you and me...let's decide on one thing we can do this week that will help to exercise our faith.  I'll start...I have faith in you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-3634062434899021079?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/3634062434899021079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=3634062434899021079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/3634062434899021079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/3634062434899021079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2008/11/14-years-ago.html' title='14 years ago'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-5434389473151538367</id><published>2008-10-28T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:33:33.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plusquaredoe</title><content type='html'>Nicknames have always been apart of my life.  I like having them, for the most part, and I like coming up with them.  It is a special name that is coined just for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece Gwen is a perfect example of living with a plethora of nicknames.  I call her "Cheeto" because she is a crunchy Cheeto lover through and through.  My brother Adam calls her "Frazizzle," why, at this moment in time, I simply can't remember.  Adam ALWAYS devises the most bizarre nicknames that end of sticking for years; hence my own, Menudo with its many variations--Menude, Menudy, etc.  Well, back to my original story, we recently had a family gathering in which we celebrated a slew of birthdays, mine included, and Gwen was laughing with Adam and myself and out of no where she informed Adam that he could call her "Plusquaredo."  Adam and I both winced and started laughing.  Where did that come from?  Adam finally realized that she was simply trying to remember "Frazizzle" and came up with "Plusquaredo" instead.  Hence she now has yet another nickname.  I hope she can remember them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SQfOPX5Fm0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3-DlGzhmLO0/s1600-h/DSC_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SQfOPX5Fm0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3-DlGzhmLO0/s400/DSC_0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262401453112531778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-5434389473151538367?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/5434389473151538367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=5434389473151538367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/5434389473151538367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/5434389473151538367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2008/10/plusquaredoe.html' title='Plusquaredoe'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/SQfOPX5Fm0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3-DlGzhmLO0/s72-c/DSC_0522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-8819461732225366117</id><published>2008-10-12T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:50:54.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood clots and Bedpans</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, I don't have a picture to begin this story.   By the title of this blog, that is probably a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not fully recovered, my aching foot and ankle have caused many days where I was not capable of donning my fabulous shoe collection.  The first day of school was no different.  This day brought about a change in my pristine plans for the new semester.  Swelling in my foot soon traveled to my calf and thigh.  Not a good sign.  I was worried about the possibility of a blood clot due to my family history.  Well, after a dumb-dumb doctor said, "It probably isn't that..." I pursued the possibility with the urging of my family.  After having an ultrasound, it was discovered.  A large clot that began behind my knee and traveled all the way up my thigh.  Yes, it is still in my leg and often causes a constant ache in my leg.  Anyway, the woman that found the clot immediately told me not to move and that I would be transported to the ER.  Can anyone say FREAK OUT!  I know I can and I did!  I missed two weeks of school and was in the hospital for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I learned a few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to move for 3 1/2 days proved very difficult, uncomfortable, and humbling.  I had few options.  Because I couldn't get out of my bed, let alone move for fear that the clot would break off and travel to my lungs, I accepted the choice of using a bedpan.  Yep, my friends, a bedpan.  They are not as bad as compared with the alternative. I won't even go there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurses are angels in scrubs.  I want to give a shout out to the many nurses that helped me get through those days of bed confinement.  I became very attached to these wonderful caretakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled with the fact that I couldn't do anything for myself.  It was really difficult to rely on strangers, family and friends for everything that I needed.  I was reminded that I can't do everything on my own.  Relying on my Savior can't be a nonchalant activity.  It needs to be a regular part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so grateful to have autonomy and be able to get out of bed and use the bathroom, just like a big girl--all by myself!  I don't take it for granted anymore! I hope that you take a minute to remember all the blessings that you have in your life.  No blessing is insignificant.  Give thanks for them and then learn how you can be a blessing in someone else's life.  It can be a small something that can have a big impact.  Just like all the many wonderful blessings that shared something small with me; like time, friendship and chocolate!  Thank you everyone!  I will be better at looking for ways to bless the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-8819461732225366117?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/8819461732225366117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=8819461732225366117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/8819461732225366117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/8819461732225366117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2008/10/blood-clots-and-bedpans.html' title='Blood clots and Bedpans'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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-6461711495636417854.post-279429674502329689</id><published>2008-08-17T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:05:09.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>Perspective is an interesting concept.  It is relative and can depend upon a particular experience that occurs in a particular moment.   Two people can experience the same moment and come away with such unique perspectives. Perspectives can change and evolve into new ideas over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SKh3HiFMqfI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lrm62r3lojE/s1600-h/DSC_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SKh3HiFMqfI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lrm62r3lojE/s400/DSC_0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235565538109598194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always loved carousels!  In Central Park in NYC, there is a carousel hidden away beaconing those that stumble across it.  My friend Leah and I couldn't wait to experience this simple pleasure.  I was very particular about the horse that I chose, but hurried and jumped up before we started the relentless spinning.  It lasted maybe 3 minutes and we were finished.  In that moment my perspective was that it was a fun break from walking and I wished it lasted longer; however, since then I have pondered such a simple experience and how it can be applied to my life.  You may wonder how a carousel can be applied to one's life, well, here is my new perspective--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken many breaks from the busyness of life yet have found myself stuck in the same path I have always tred going in circles.  Trying to break from the circular path, I  go faster thinking I can somehow break free.  I somehow miss the exit.  When I eventually slow down and take a minute to look upward, the exit to a new path shows itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my young nephew in the picture below looking upward towards the SL Temple, looking up towards Heaven for guidance and support reminds me to step off the relentless circular patterns of life and into the care of my Heavenly Father.  His pathways are straight and don't evoke queasiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SKh4Klr53rI/AAAAAAAAACI/VUsgNNLt7Og/s1600-h/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SKh4Klr53rI/AAAAAAAAACI/VUsgNNLt7Og/s400/DSC_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235566690128486066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, take a moment and look upward. You will be amazed at what you will learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-279429674502329689?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/279429674502329689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=279429674502329689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/279429674502329689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/279429674502329689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2008/08/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/SKh3HiFMqfI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lrm62r3lojE/s72-c/DSC_0196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-1210694952701349172</id><published>2008-08-13T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:31:53.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made in honor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SKOmVzkUFHI/AAAAAAAAABY/46BhIe5JfXc/s1600-h/download-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SKOmVzkUFHI/AAAAAAAAABY/46BhIe5JfXc/s400/download-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234210085484631154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this picture definitely deserves an explanation, but first, don't hate me because I'm beautiful...who doesn't love purple anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went home to visit my parents this past weekend, this little purple treat was secretly waiting for me.  It started when my stepmom asked me to take a look at "some dress thing" that was hiding in an old suitcase that she was giving to charity.  I looked and the memories immediately flowed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve years ago I was a vision to behold, as I stood, smiled, and greeted many strangers at my friend's wedding.  Yes, I was a bride's maid, but not just any bride's maid, it was the only time that I was given the actual title of maid of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend that got married was a companion of mine from my mission.  We had served together for two months, and let me tell you, they were some of the most trying months of my entire life.  My mother passed away during the beginning of our second month as companions.  She was the friend and sister that I needed by my side as I struggled to understand the Lord's will for me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passing of my mother allowed me testify with certainty that the Plan of Salvation, the message we taught as missionaries, was absolutely true.  I knew that I would see my mother again if I lived worthily.  It was a powerful experience for me and solidified my testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished my mission my companion asked me to be her maid of honor.  I was humbled at such a request but was privileged to honor her as she had so lovingly honored me when I needed her most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Hermana Rose for being a true friend, and for the shimmering "dress thing" that revived so many stirring memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-1210694952701349172?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/1210694952701349172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=1210694952701349172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1210694952701349172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/1210694952701349172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-this-picture-definitely-deserves.html' title='Made in honor'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/SKOmVzkUFHI/AAAAAAAAABY/46BhIe5JfXc/s72-c/download-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-3543856317506345110</id><published>2008-08-11T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:59:28.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Monchichi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SKDo1WYe-KI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_1r8MLvdibs/s1600-h/CIMG6032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233438770243500194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KechG_XVmB4/SKDo1WYe-KI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_1r8MLvdibs/s400/CIMG6032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my little babe Kevin.  He is my nephew and a joy to tend!  He puts an ear-to-ear grin on my face every time that I see him.  The best part is when I come to visit and he sees me, smiles, and wants me to pick him up.  That moment makes my day!  These experiences remind me of how important it is to live in the current moment in which I am engaged.  The past, future--they are not important when I am playing with my little monchichi--he is my present moment, my focus, my joy.  Who wouldn't love to kiss and tickle this little guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lesson to learn, the present passes so quickly, in fact I find myself worrying away the present moments for future objectives or reminders of the past.  I am going to be more conscious of living in the present--so many fun opportunities will be lived and not left unrealized!  What a great moment!&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/6461711495636417854-3543856317506345110?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/3543856317506345110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=3543856317506345110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/3543856317506345110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/3543856317506345110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='My Monchichi'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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/_KechG_XVmB4/SKDo1WYe-KI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_1r8MLvdibs/s72-c/CIMG6032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461711495636417854.post-6912567096204388312</id><published>2008-08-08T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:50:32.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss</title><content type='html'>I attended a graveside service for Addison May Thompson who passed away yesterday, the day she was born.  It was a humbling experience as I watched my friends say goodbye to the child they had excitedly expected.  My thoughts whirred as we released white balloons into the atmosphere not only to recognize Addison's passing, but we were asked to "let go" of something in our own lives that might somehow cloud our relationships with our Savior Jesus Christ.  It was a beautiful moment as we each reflected and then released the balloon along with that particular thing we needed to release from our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did release something, but that is for me and my Heavenly Father to know.  Though my love goes out to my friends as they deal with such a tragedy in their lives, I am strengthened through their faith.  They will have one joyous reunion someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461711495636417854-6912567096204388312?l=amendsley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/feeds/6912567096204388312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6461711495636417854&amp;postID=6912567096204388312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/6912567096204388312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461711495636417854/posts/default/6912567096204388312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amendsley.blogspot.com/2008/08/grieving-parents.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270649915747054893</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></feed>
