<?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-8805565345507683325</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:44:45.393-08:00</updated><category term='gifts'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='fat'/><category term='weight'/><category term='pet'/><title type='text'>My Life as Penelope Garcia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-8852369295395209986</id><published>2011-11-21T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:58:37.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog is worth a thousand words</title><content type='html'>Since I don't have a thousand words to share I will tell you about my Saturday.&amp;nbsp; My mom flew in Thursday and will be here to spend Thanksgiving with my family. Yay! But since I did say that I would tell you about my Saturday, I digress. Saturday morning rolls around and the alarm clock sings! It's time to wake up and start the day. I get up and shower. So I am so fresh and so clean clean for my big day. I get ready and eat breakfast but not too much food because I have to save room for POPCORN and I am going to the movies! Woot woot! Ryan and I head on over to West Jordan to pick up my mom! What movie are we going to see, you ask? Well of course the new Twilight movie Breaking Dawn pt 1!!! and you may also be scratching your head at what time IS this movie since you got up and basically went straight to the movies? It was at 10:30 am but it could have been worse we could have seen the 9:00 am show. haha!&amp;nbsp; Can you tell I am a bit of a fan! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the movie, which was indeed the best of the twilights. We got a carmeled apple and shared. Next Deseret and as my mom and my aunt would say we "geeked" around there. Where my mom got me a block that says " Dare to dream of a greater thing than you can imagine" Which is totally my new moto. So I pass this pearl of wisdom on to you. Dream big people what can you lose. Nothing! You can only go up and improve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to Lane Bryant were I was spoiled. Then we had lunch at one of my all time favorite places, Joe's Crab Shack. Yummy yum!&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went back to Ryan's and mine apartment and I showed off my talents of my door hanging , my head bands etc. And we watched one of the best shows ever; Murder She Wrote. Till the end of the night, when sadly we returned my mom to West Jordan.&amp;nbsp;I hope you enjoyed my big day as much as I&amp;nbsp;did.&amp;nbsp;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-8852369295395209986?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8852369295395209986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=8852369295395209986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8852369295395209986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8852369295395209986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A blog is worth a thousand words'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-8294504002318214436</id><published>2011-11-16T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:27:56.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Publishing</title><content type='html'>So I have written a children's book. I am very excited about it. I really like the story and hope others will too. My conundrum&amp;nbsp;is how to publish it. Do I self publish and have a guarantee that it will be put out for the world to see OR do I go the old&amp;nbsp;fashion&amp;nbsp;route and submit my book to ridicule until someone else deems it worthy for publication? What to do? Any hints?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-8294504002318214436?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8294504002318214436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=8294504002318214436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8294504002318214436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8294504002318214436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2011/11/publishing.html' title='Publishing'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-5533194488072726767</id><published>2011-09-29T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:06:47.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking today. Self? What inspires you? Or motivates you?... the answer you ask? Is not a whole freaking lot. There are glimmering moments when I make amends and set forth a new goal to do better. But just like most of the other times, I fall short. Is that sad? What inspires you&amp;nbsp; to continue on if the face of doubt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-5533194488072726767?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5533194488072726767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=5533194488072726767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5533194488072726767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5533194488072726767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2011/09/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-5251747853586648362</id><published>2011-09-28T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T15:48:15.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new addiction</title><content type='html'>So I netflixed Burlesgue and LOVE IT!!!&amp;nbsp; I watched it twice and bought the album and can't get enough of it. It might be a little raunchy for some. But I would highly recommend it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-5251747853586648362?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5251747853586648362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=5251747853586648362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5251747853586648362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5251747853586648362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-new-addiction.html' title='My new addiction'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-2464742807121462430</id><published>2011-05-17T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T07:45:13.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well let's see. Recently I have been crazy into knitting and making headbands for a lady that I work with. Here is a picture of the first one I did. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAyge700Gio/TdKHwy07tfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/062glKTnGZE/s1600/Picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAyge700Gio/TdKHwy07tfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/062glKTnGZE/s320/Picture.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought it was a good try for my first time following this pattern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am still having fun with the car that Ryan and I got to replace our once stolen car. We've had it back for less than a month and we are so grateful. We truly are very blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have also been working on organizing my apartment and making things more homey feeling. I finally put up curtain and my cat got his claw stuck and made a big hole in it. Bah! Such is life. It's kind of funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I signed up for a 5k in June. It's called the Dirty Dash and it involves mud and a slip and slide. Haha!! How great! It is meant to be a 5k for people to enjoy, so people get dressed up in all kinds of outfits and they even have run for the kids called the piglet plunge. How cute. I am excited!!!!&lt;a href="http://www.thedirtydash.com/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thedirtydash.com/images/logo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-2464742807121462430?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2464742807121462430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=2464742807121462430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2464742807121462430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2464742807121462430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2011/05/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAyge700Gio/TdKHwy07tfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/062glKTnGZE/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-2189611399537970031</id><published>2011-05-16T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:38:55.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run out?</title><content type='html'>I realize that Penelope Garcia isn't real but I wonder if she would ever run out of work as I have right this very day and thus I have time to blog which I need to do more of. Sorry followers, not very exciting for you! Although the thought just occurred to me that Penelope Garcia would have to run out of things to do because she is SO amazing. Haha So that is what I am going with. And&amp;nbsp;I must too be speedy, efficient and wonderful so that is why I have run out of things to do. We'll see what tomorrow will bring. I might be back blogging before you have had time to read this one. So any ideas on what you would like to hear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-2189611399537970031?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2189611399537970031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=2189611399537970031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2189611399537970031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2189611399537970031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2011/05/run-out.html' title='Run out?'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-6703987627424211621</id><published>2011-03-11T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:04:28.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cats (insert eye roll)</title><content type='html'>In my bedroom there is a&amp;nbsp; bookcase. It is almost as tall as the ceiling and I know what I picture and soon as I typed those words. I imagined either a REALLY tall bookcase or a REALLY short ceiling. Happily it isn't the latter. The bookcase is by the&amp;nbsp;headboard on&amp;nbsp;my side of the bed and the little dears have taken to launching themselves from the top corner of the bed (i.e. where my head usually is) and landing atop of the bookcase. And like we all learned in science class years ago what goes up must come down. So you see it isn't the going up that is bad other than the fact that it startles me whilst I am sleeping, it is the coming down that I worry about. My darling cat October is very kind and while he always launches and lands in the same spot, he waits until my head isn't in the way. To which I am most grateful. However my rambunctious blue eyed Link Larkin is not like his brother and will land where ever it most suits him, be it the floor or the middle of my back. I will say that my cats always keep me on my toes. tee hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-6703987627424211621?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6703987627424211621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=6703987627424211621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6703987627424211621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6703987627424211621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-cats-insert-eye-roll.html' title='My cats (insert eye roll)'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-4419366752028066086</id><published>2011-02-22T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:45:58.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I agree!</title><content type='html'>I got this email from my mother-in-law and I wanted to share it because I agree with it and I pray that it will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pray if you want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBS and Katie Couric et al must be in a panic and rushing to reassure the White House that this is not network policy--re: Andy Rooney's commentary on prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, this is the year that we RE-TAKE AMERICA &amp;amp; CANADA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********* Get Ready *********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Rooney and Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Rooney says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in Santa Claus, but I'm not going to sue somebody for singing a Ho-Ho-Ho song in December. I don't agree with Darwin , but I didn't go out and hire a lawyer when my high school teacher taught his Theory of Evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, liberty or your pursuit of happiness will not be endangered because someone says a 30-second prayer before a football game. So what's the big deal? It's not like somebody is up there reading the entire Book of Acts. They're just talking to a God they believe in and asking him to grant safety to the players on the field and the fans going home from the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a Christian prayer, some will argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and this is the United States of America and Canada , countries founded on Christian principles. According to our very own phone book, Christian churches outnumber all others better than 200-to-1. So what would you expect -- somebody chanting Hare Krishna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I went to a football game in Jerusalem , I would expect to hear a Jewish prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I went to a soccer game in Baghdad , I would expect to hear a Muslim prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I went to a ping pong match in China , I would expect to hear someone pray to Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be offended. It wouldn't bother me one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in Rome .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the atheists? Is another argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about them? Nobody is asking them to be baptized. We're not going to pass the collection plate. Just humour us for 30 seconds. If that's asking too much, bring a Walkman or a pair of ear plugs. Go to the bathroom. Visit the concession stand. Call your lawyer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, one or two will make that call. One or two will tell thousands what they can and cannot do. I don't think a short prayer at a football game is going to shake the world's foundations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians are just sick and tired of turning the other cheek while our courts strip us of all our rights. Our parents and grandparents taught us to pray before eating, to pray before we go to sleep. Our Bible tells us to pray without ceasing. Now a handful of people and their lawyers are telling us to cease praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help us. And if that last sentence offends you, well, just sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silent majority has been silent too long. It's time we tell that one or two who scream loud enough to be heard that the vast majority doesn't care what they want. It is time that the majority rules! It's time we tell them, "You don't have to pray; you don't have to say the Pledge of Allegiance; you don't have to believe in God or attend services that honour Him. That is your right, and we will honour your right; but by golly, you are no longer going to take our rights away. We are fighting back, and we WILL WIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us one and all. God bless America and Canada , despite all our faults, We are still the greatest nations of all. God bless our service men who are fighting to protect our right to pray and worship God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Let's make 2011 the year the silent majority is heard and we put God back as the foundation of our families and institutions. And our military forces come home from all the wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep looking up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-4419366752028066086?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4419366752028066086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=4419366752028066086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4419366752028066086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4419366752028066086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-agree.html' title='I agree!'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-5176847582786212921</id><published>2011-01-31T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T12:26:38.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how things work.</title><content type='html'>Shortly after Christmas there came a couple of knitting projects that required either a self impose time line or&amp;nbsp; an actual time line (if I wanted to finish by my friend's birthday.) and since I have started knitting I really enjoy doing it. I feel productive even when I am just watching tv and I have something to show for my efforts when I am done. But with each project I remember thinking to myself&amp;nbsp;"self?, when will I ever be done with these scarfs!!?" I was so excited to finish I couldn't wait to be done and start working on these other projects that I kept telling myself that I would do once Christmas was over. But it has started all over again. My friend is pregnant and found out that she is having a girl and here I go again. I was so excited to do something for her and try something new in my knitting fortay that I am making a baby blanket. And I can't help but remember those moments when I couldn't wait to be finished and now, I just think, what on earth was I thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I am excited to give to my friend she will love it and I love that I can help in some way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-5176847582786212921?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5176847582786212921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=5176847582786212921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5176847582786212921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5176847582786212921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-how-things-work.html' title='Oh how things work.'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-4409480151338142373</id><published>2010-12-26T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T13:20:46.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TRettWEY-cI/AAAAAAAAAO4/HhLWGPnRWgY/s1600/Christmas+00022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TRettWEY-cI/AAAAAAAAAO4/HhLWGPnRWgY/s320/Christmas+00022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is my most adorable nephew who is LOVING his buzz light year costume while sporting the scarf I made for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TReu5ciQaqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dvaPQyvn_4s/s1600/2010+00018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TReu5ciQaqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dvaPQyvn_4s/s320/2010+00018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben not only loves me but is looking after my health. After Christmas dinner he made sure that I got my exercise by walking around the house chasing his new friend "Stripy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TRewU_D5XvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ObI-3sB-zfA/s1600/2010+00027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TRewU_D5XvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ObI-3sB-zfA/s320/2010+00027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me sporting Ben's firemen hat.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TRevhQo7URI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ezALdM4F-kE/s1600/2010+00009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TRevhQo7URI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ezALdM4F-kE/s320/2010+00009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat Link Larkin wanted to join in the Christmas season and tried to be part of one of my nativity sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TRev9DpfO_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/0y-GH2rzJ_E/s1600/2010+00032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TRev9DpfO_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/0y-GH2rzJ_E/s320/2010+00032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new keyboard that Santa brought me and I can't wait to learn how to play on it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TRewGV9_I3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/x45MRbPhSGk/s1600/2010+00011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TRewGV9_I3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/x45MRbPhSGk/s320/2010+00011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan disagreeing with me taking his picture while he is sick.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TRewN4PP7tI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MBNooWNhXqg/s1600/2010+00033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TRewN4PP7tI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MBNooWNhXqg/s320/2010+00033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan's new toy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TRewU_D5XvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ObI-3sB-zfA/s1600/2010+00027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-4409480151338142373?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4409480151338142373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=4409480151338142373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4409480151338142373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4409480151338142373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-recap.html' title='Christmas Recap'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TRettWEY-cI/AAAAAAAAAO4/HhLWGPnRWgY/s72-c/Christmas+00022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-7962387942978730760</id><published>2010-12-18T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T14:01:44.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rest of the pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQ0uY9rf4II/AAAAAAAAAOk/apl-3ayYxqM/s1600/Balls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQ0uY9rf4II/AAAAAAAAAOk/apl-3ayYxqM/s320/Balls.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is the rest of the Quidditch Set! Do you love it!!!!!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQ0ui8xAmJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-35MidcdVeM/s1600/Oliver%2527s+box.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQ0ui8xAmJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-35MidcdVeM/s320/Oliver%2527s+box.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQ0usY4JThI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JjZ0D0w4tHs/s1600/Oliver%2527s+box2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQ0usY4JThI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JjZ0D0w4tHs/s320/Oliver%2527s+box2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-7962387942978730760?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7962387942978730760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=7962387942978730760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7962387942978730760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7962387942978730760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2010/12/rest-of-pics.html' title='rest of the pics'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQ0uY9rf4II/AAAAAAAAAOk/apl-3ayYxqM/s72-c/Balls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-8016031630402731545</id><published>2010-12-16T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T11:53:40.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><title type='text'>Christmas Delivered</title><content type='html'>So here are the pictures of the presents that I told you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQbUFL46mmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/q4gIQYFQbe0/s1600/card+00094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQbUFL46mmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/q4gIQYFQbe0/s320/card+00094.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I made a Quidditch set for Ryan's nephew and here are the brooms for the figures to ride on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are just a few different views of a couple books I made.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQbULaJJLaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TO0zww1k07k/s1600/card+00095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQbULaJJLaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TO0zww1k07k/s320/card+00095.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQbUMNbkRcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zee5-cmhBGk/s1600/card+00096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQbUMNbkRcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zee5-cmhBGk/s320/card+00096.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQbUNVvmv-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/LUuiNqrd44k/s1600/card+00097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQbUNVvmv-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/LUuiNqrd44k/s320/card+00097.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQbUOcZM2-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/mpIQRE1wYfM/s1600/card+00098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQbUOcZM2-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/mpIQRE1wYfM/s320/card+00098.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is my gift to my co-workers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQbUPp8bDgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hExYoqdZiKg/s1600/card+00099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQbUPp8bDgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hExYoqdZiKg/s320/card+00099.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will have more pictures tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-8016031630402731545?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8016031630402731545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=8016031630402731545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8016031630402731545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8016031630402731545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-delivered.html' title='Christmas Delivered'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQbUFL46mmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/q4gIQYFQbe0/s72-c/card+00094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-3071053570456696640</id><published>2010-12-12T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:35:59.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do for work.</title><content type='html'>There were some changes at work earlier in the year, to enhance the "team" aspect of things we needed to come up with a team name and logo. It was decided that we would be Team Incredibles. Because we try and save the children in Salt Lake County from abuse. One of the attorneys came up with the our logo it was to be take on the Incredibles symbol, and since the name of our company is Guardian ad Litem it is a make shift G and I. We were also encouraged to color the logo, well guess what happened I was the ONLY person that colored the logo and here is what I did:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the one that is supposed to look the most like the Incredibles logo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQV3BqjoO_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/yBgzHBV_XPk/s1600/card%2B00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQV3BqjoO_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/yBgzHBV_XPk/s320/card%2B00064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549972986291305458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a pinstripe one like the attorney's suits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQV3BOrQDdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/M4VDr9cZ_GI/s1600/card%2B00066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQV3BOrQDdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/M4VDr9cZ_GI/s320/card%2B00066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549972978807082450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just liked these colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQV3A0qiB_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/5oMLa-n1hjE/s1600/card%2B00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQV3A0qiB_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/5oMLa-n1hjE/s320/card%2B00067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549972971824744434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is supposed to be like a crossing guard, a group that protects our children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQV3AtLtCOI/AAAAAAAAANs/h2CS9SGMugU/s1600/card%2B00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQV3AtLtCOI/AAAAAAAAANs/h2CS9SGMugU/s320/card%2B00065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549972969816393954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is supposed to be red for firemen, blue for police officers and green for the military all people that protect us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQV3ASnpspI/AAAAAAAAANk/dzJB4tc-_6c/s1600/card%2B00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQV3ASnpspI/AAAAAAAAANk/dzJB4tc-_6c/s320/card%2B00068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549972962685858450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I don't have a picture of the one everyone did pick. It was all red except for the middle of the 'I' which was yellow. I was kind of sad, I did that one last minute and with highlighters. bah. :)&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/8805565345507683325-3071053570456696640?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3071053570456696640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=3071053570456696640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/3071053570456696640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/3071053570456696640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-i-do-for-work.html' title='What I do for work.'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/TQV3BqjoO_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/yBgzHBV_XPk/s72-c/card%2B00064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-2220267299547790514</id><published>2010-12-02T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T09:27:28.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Home made</title><content type='html'>So this year I decided to make presents for my family and friends. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;theory&lt;/span&gt; get idea , yes? I thought so, since I have gotten better at my knitting (I can actually read some patterns now) and I learned a few new things that I wanted to try ( on this I can't give too much detail because that will be a couple of individuals presents this year, I will make sure I have pictures for after they have been given ;)  I have found a couple of down falls to this genius plan of mine, which I already knew and I am sure you know as well but I would like to mention them.&lt;br /&gt;1. time! AH! always flys whether you are having fun or not&lt;br /&gt;2. drive. As evident last night I just couldn't knit one more stitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping you are having a better time of gift getting ready than I. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-2220267299547790514?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2220267299547790514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=2220267299547790514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2220267299547790514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2220267299547790514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2010/12/home-made.html' title='Home made'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-494218818706368049</id><published>2010-07-03T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T08:59:24.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Job for me...</title><content type='html'>A little bit ago I started a second job. I became a test proctor for the University of Utah. Which means I get to watch people take tests and detour them from cheating.  A woman that works with Ryan needed an additional body on Thursday nights and Saturday morning for 5 hour each day. Well hey I can do that!! There is another responsibility to this job but I have only done it once and I am grateful to have done it just the once. The other job is to hand out tests and take them back when people are done, now this involves a bit more effort seeing that you have to sign them in and check theirs ids, make sure they fill out certain things on a scantron (which PS I am still amazed that people in COLLEGE don't know that they have to use a pencil on that, but silly me ), and others tasks that let's face it I don't really want to be doing after a full day at my first job and first thing on a Saturday morning, so I have been lucky that my boss thinks that I do a good job watching people take tests and I get to do that when I work. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Which brings me to the point of my blogging today. I trained most of me life for this job. I get to PEOPLE WATCH and getting paid to do it. I love to see how people interact, how they dress and other mannerisms , it is so much fun for me! And hale- freakin'-lujah I get to do this, it is perfect for me! Oh and let me tell you there are some WEIRD people in this world. Mazeltov !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-494218818706368049?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/494218818706368049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=494218818706368049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/494218818706368049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/494218818706368049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2010/07/perfect-job-for-me.html' title='The Perfect Job for me...'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-6713536591011059236</id><published>2010-06-17T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T17:17:31.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am here!!!</title><content type='html'>Just so's ya knows I am still here and kicking. I have been working on my book yea!!!! And I am loving it. It will be a long time before I am done but I am loving writing and I can't wait to share more with you!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-6713536591011059236?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6713536591011059236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=6713536591011059236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6713536591011059236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6713536591011059236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-here.html' title='I am here!!!'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-1983241387988607019</id><published>2010-02-18T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:04:59.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem a wrote a while ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid #4F81BD 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor:accent1;padding:0in 0in 4.0pt 0in"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle"&gt;The artist in my heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a place in my heart for each person that I love but nothing is like the place for the artist.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The place reserved for the artist is of course as one would think very colorful, it is a place where colors have fabulous names like amber, violet and cyan instead of yellow, purple and blue. But all colors are welcome even if they don’t have a fabulous name because all can portray an emotion, all can (pardon the pun) paint a picture.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the artist that has a place in my heart does more than paint, draw, sketch and all other forms of creating beauty, he is a man that has always been special even since the moment he was born.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is a man that has more knowledge than I will ever have. He has more humor that most comedians would kill for. And he has a job that is my dream. Sadly he doesn’t get the thanks that he deserves and he has to do things that I am sure he would rather poke a fork in his eye than do but, he gets to teach people. The Lord sent us here to learn and to grow and he gets to help with that plan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With each moment, each act that he touches my life with creates a new color, a new masterpiece in the place reserved in my heart. As I am sure this is what happens with all the lives he touches. A new master piece is made.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I believe that the artist was sent here to mark this world with his colors, just like the ones that he has painted in my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the love a sister can give&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-1983241387988607019?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1983241387988607019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=1983241387988607019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/1983241387988607019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/1983241387988607019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2010/02/poem-wrote-while-ago.html' title='A poem a wrote a while ago...'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-9024696408292343417</id><published>2010-02-09T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:20:21.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of Andria</title><content type='html'>So to my excitement I have one more person that is "following" my blog my count is up to three!!! WooHoo!!! So thank you to my wonderful writing teacher that has moved that number up. Per her instruction I am writing something new for my blog. Oh for those that are wondering I LOVE my writing class and can't wait to learn more!!!!&lt;div&gt;So in honor of my teacher here is a poem that I have written for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your sharing your gift and sharing your joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is more then an education you give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have helped those around you to see something more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To dream of things they didn't try to before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have planted the seeds and you might not see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But by sharing your love you have started me on my path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thank you my friend for loving what you love and dreaming what you dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow can now be better let's see what it will bring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-9024696408292343417?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/9024696408292343417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=9024696408292343417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/9024696408292343417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/9024696408292343417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-honor-of-andria.html' title='In Honor of Andria'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-1633453294154966638</id><published>2010-02-01T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:42:05.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK AT ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>So here  is the weight loss thing I was telling you all about. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/healthyutah"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/healthyutah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look on the page and you will find me!!! Follow me through out my journey!!! Please comment on the page. Thank you!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-1633453294154966638?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1633453294154966638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=1633453294154966638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/1633453294154966638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/1633453294154966638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-at-me.html' title='LOOK AT ME!!!!'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-1286780567903061739</id><published>2010-01-30T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:22:53.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday is a special day....</title><content type='html'>As I am sitting here in my home I am watching Bing Bang Theory on DVD I am getting the urge to clean and get things done. However I know as soon as I start I know that I will want to stop. Should I even bother to begin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-1286780567903061739?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1286780567903061739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=1286780567903061739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/1286780567903061739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/1286780567903061739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-is-special-day.html' title='Saturday is a special day....'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-2936427502715452602</id><published>2010-01-23T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:46:50.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Questions Would A Cat Ask?</title><content type='html'>Per my writing teacher's adoration I have purchased the Awe-Manac.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://musingalong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/awemanac2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 457px; height: 700px;" src="http://musingalong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/awemanac2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the aspiring writer if you have a block this book gives you ideas to help you along the way. Yesterday was devoted to cats. Which most of you know that I LOVE!! So I thought this was funny. What questions do you think a cat would ask? I was wondering to my faithful 3  readers. haha !!! What questions do you think a cat would ask?!! I can't wait to hear what you have to say!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-2936427502715452602?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2936427502715452602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=2936427502715452602' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2936427502715452602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2936427502715452602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-questions-would-cat-ask.html' title='What Questions Would A Cat Ask?'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-4376713524620393370</id><published>2010-01-21T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:35:23.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking up</title><content type='html'>So the New Year is here and it is a time for chances and time for things to happen.  My first thing to happen...&lt;div&gt;I have started taking a writing class! It has only take me about 26 years to figure out that being writer is something that I would like to be. Happenstance #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then today I got an email Congratulating me on being chosen as one of 9 people from my insurance company to be followed for the next 6 months while I take my journey of losing weight. Happenstance #2. What else will be happening this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-4376713524620393370?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4376713524620393370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=4376713524620393370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4376713524620393370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4376713524620393370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2010/01/looking-up.html' title='Looking up'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-1244877642714990</id><published>2009-11-10T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:31:27.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>So a few months ago I decided that I wanted to write a book. I have different reasons for doing this, but overall I just think it would be fun to do. So I am doing research and of course writing and well drawing things (of which I am not very good at but I am grateful that  one of my AMAZING talented brothers lives close by and helps me all the time. Thanks Brother!!! I really do appreciate you and all you do for me. I know you don't have to.) It is really expanding my train of thought and working my imagination. Something that hasn't really happened in a long time. I think as adults we don't really get to work the things that came so easy to us as children. But here is my plug for today. As part of my research I am reading a book called "If you want to Write" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Breanda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ueland&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://douggeivett.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/uelandif-you-want-to-write.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am loving this book!! It isn't very long only 179 pages. Which I know for some can finish it in 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. Brenda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ueland&lt;/span&gt; throughout this book talks about how all our lives people tell us "no" and "this is wrong" which when creatively speaking is a kill joy. This book can be looked at for any art not just writing. And not to say critiquing is wrong; it is just for a lot of us what the critic says kills any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;imagination&lt;/span&gt;, which for being creative is bad. So Brenda's message is don't worry about making money off of your art;don't worry about impressing others; only listen to those in your life that want to hear/see more of your art. Working on your art is something that is only for you. Good ideas take time; don't rush (because a lot of time sure you can produce more of something but it doesn't mean it is a good something. It doesn't mean it is bad either but for her and what she noticed of others in writing you need to take time) Everybody has something in them that wants to be heard and expressing your art is the best way. So do it for you and no one else. Obviously she is published so she did make some money. But don't expect to make money. If you do make money that is great. If you don't that is great too because then you have voiced the something in you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now I am working on that;writing because I want to. That is why I started. I hope you all get to do something that gets your creative juices flowing and something that makes you happy. I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; this book so if want a little inspiration I say it is a good book to pick up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-1244877642714990?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1244877642714990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=1244877642714990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/1244877642714990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/1244877642714990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/11/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-8875883966200941911</id><published>2009-10-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:24:40.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/Suc6yD0OVSI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Eqh5GEHFuCs/s1600-h/Ben+00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397347310119048482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/Suc6yD0OVSI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Eqh5GEHFuCs/s320/Ben+00011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Winter has come. Can you belive it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/Suc6x_pcQ-I/AAAAAAAAAME/EPx4ROKaiaA/s1600-h/Ben+00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397347309000082402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/Suc6x_pcQ-I/AAAAAAAAAME/EPx4ROKaiaA/s320/Ben+00010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/Suc6a8M-39I/AAAAAAAAAL8/P1yDN4LDOhA/s1600-h/Ben+00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397346912938418130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/Suc6a8M-39I/AAAAAAAAAL8/P1yDN4LDOhA/s320/Ben+00009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-8875883966200941911?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8875883966200941911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=8875883966200941911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8875883966200941911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8875883966200941911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/Suc6yD0OVSI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Eqh5GEHFuCs/s72-c/Ben+00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-8538073174736117193</id><published>2009-09-29T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:46:02.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.slashfood.com/media/2006/07/wendys_frosty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.slashfood.com/media/2006/07/wendys_frosty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I haven’t had a frosty in a long time (and by long time it could mean a week or so) I succumb to the temptation I can’t help but be enthralled with the taste. It is so different from any soft serve. It is nothing like Dairy Queen (although DQ could have its own poem but for now I will stick with the Frosty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosty&lt;br /&gt;So tempting, mouthwatering and divine&lt;br /&gt;You make my taste buds crave your wonderful chocolate ness&lt;br /&gt;And yes chocolate not vanilla for chocolate is your true identity&lt;br /&gt;I always order a small but after my first bite I question my size choice&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;How can someone unknowingly make a substance that incredible?&lt;br /&gt;You are creamy and sweet but not as sweet as to over power.&lt;br /&gt;You are cool and best partnered with a fry. But even alone&lt;br /&gt;You can hold your own. On second thought who needs a fry.&lt;br /&gt;A spoon will do.&lt;br /&gt;A year round favorite now matter the temperature a frosty will&lt;br /&gt;Always take me to a place of euphoria, leaving the world behind until&lt;br /&gt;The sound of scrapping the bottom comes.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you makers of Frosty !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-8538073174736117193?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8538073174736117193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=8538073174736117193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8538073174736117193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8538073174736117193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/09/frosty.html' title='Frosty'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-7567061373450794028</id><published>2009-08-17T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:10:00.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The unknown powers of a boob</title><content type='html'>So today, I am sitting at work minding my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; then I bend over and "CRACK!!!!" there snaps the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;under wire&lt;/span&gt; in my bra. Now we all know that I am not a small girl (and I am lucky enough to have boobs and to not be a large lady with no boobs that is just sad) but I did not know that my boobs had the powers to break &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;under wires&lt;/span&gt;.  How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;?! You might be thinking that it was an older bra. No actually it wasn't, it wasn't a new one by any means but it shouldn't have broken but nevertheless. So a warning to the women and drag queens of the world, do not under estimate the unknown powers of your boobs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-7567061373450794028?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7567061373450794028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=7567061373450794028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7567061373450794028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7567061373450794028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/08/unknown-powers-of-boob.html' title='The unknown powers of a boob'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-7083324595857307773</id><published>2009-08-12T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:06:22.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia Child/Julie Powell &amp; Amy Gustin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thefoodsection.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/28/julielulia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://www.thefoodsection.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/28/julielulia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://audaciousink.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/julia-child-with-rolling-pins.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might be wondering what I might have in common with Julia Child and Julie Powell. I will tell you. Julia Child used to be a secretary for the Government as well as Julie Powell. Lo and behold I am too. Julia and Julie wanted to do something in their lives, other than what they were doing. Yep that would be me too.&lt;br /&gt;You see on Monday I didn't feel well and didn't go to work but I didn't want to lay a home so I went to the movies! I went and saw The Proposal and I wanted to see Julie and Julia either with a friend or on my own because I didn't want to subject my sweet husband to a movie that was , let's face it, meant for girls and people who were young when Julia Child was young. When The Proposal got out I went and bought my ticket and saw Julie and Julia. It got me thinking. If you would have asked me what famous person I am alike I would not have answered Julia Child.&lt;br /&gt;So let's continue....&lt;br /&gt;Julia and Julie both wanted to contribute something to this world.&lt;br /&gt;Julia wanted her 1st cookbook to make a difference in this world ( Now I do not have a secret desire to change the world with a cookbook. But the concept is there)&lt;br /&gt;Julie wanted to do something in her life that was different from work and it gave her something to do not to really change peoples live but to get her away from her crappy government job. And finish something she started.&lt;br /&gt;Julie was almost 30 and hadn't really done anything with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am almost 30 and I haven't really done anything with my life. I have a blog that people might wonder why I am writing one because my life is so boring and not important enough to write in the endless entity that is the Internet. I would love to do something that will change mankind for the better. And like Julie and Julia I have a sweet husband who adores me and supports in me in all the things that I plan to do but never finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In inspiration Julia and Julie I am going to venture in the world of writing, I am going to finish writing a book that I have just barely started. And I have already hit my first bump in the road. I had a friend read what I have written critiqued it. I expect some critique but it discouraged me enough to not want to write for almost a week. I took the critiquing as you have a nice idea but you SUCK as a writer and it is a good thing that you are writing a book for children because you are too stupid to be writing for anyone who has a high school diploma. Now I know that I am not the best at writing there are a lot of things I don't know and feel pretty dumb about. Now I know am not dumb, far from it. Let's just say the my intelligence lies more in common sense then book smarts. But I do feel that I have some talent in the area of writing. Not a ton but I am no Joe the plumber either. I have started to write again using the critique my friend gave me and even though I am being a big baby and my feelings are hurt, I am going to learn from good advice and using it to my book better. Let's see what comes of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bon Appetite!!!" The famous words of Julia Child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-7083324595857307773?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7083324595857307773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=7083324595857307773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7083324595857307773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7083324595857307773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/08/julia-childjulie-powell-amy-gustin.html' title='Julia Child/Julie Powell &amp; Amy Gustin'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-4704676117288698878</id><published>2009-07-30T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:13:16.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polygamy in Utah what a surprise</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Utah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://protophoto.com/tn/10233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" alt="" src="http://protophoto.com/tn/10233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am on my way to work yesterday and I see a women in long plain dresses, long braided hair and sneakers. Now being from Pennsylvania I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;automatically&lt;/span&gt; think "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ooh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mennonites&lt;/span&gt;!!" You might wonder why I didn't think "AMISH!" I will tell you why. They look different. Now granted Amish and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mennonites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.sltrib.com/plurallife/uploaded_images/girlsindresses-771764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px" alt="" src="http://blogs.sltrib.com/plurallife/uploaded_images/girlsindresses-771764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bonnets&lt;/span&gt; and these women did not but maybe they were having a good hair day and wanted to show off.&lt;br /&gt;That is terrible for me to say. But funny, no?&lt;br /&gt;I know there aren't any here. So I went on my way and then learned later the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FLDS&lt;/span&gt; are among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came from all over Arizona to Canada to support &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; in a battle for land. Well they filled up the courthouse. There was about 1,000! Nor-way!!&lt;br /&gt;Crazy in the head. Although a friend and I rode the elevator and when we were getting off one of the teenage guys told us that he would check on us later.&lt;br /&gt;Well you know you have to keep your options open. I am already set but my friend is single. so you never know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-4704676117288698878?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4704676117288698878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=4704676117288698878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4704676117288698878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4704676117288698878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/07/polygamy-in-utah-what-surprise.html' title='Polygamy in Utah what a surprise'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-532920787122394331</id><published>2009-07-21T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:52:20.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't know you were afraid until...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So this morning was just like every other morning. I begrudgingly get ready after my sweet husband so nicely tells me "it's time to wake up". I go to work and start another day at the place I spend more of my time then any other place. But this morning was unlike every other I have had in my life. Now this morning could be seen as just another run of the mill bad luck morning like when you alarm just magically doesn't go off, or no matter what you try do with your hair it just sucks, or you leave just a minute late and ALL of the traffic signals have conspired against you and they are saying in your mind "this means go back to bed". It could be considered a day like those but I will choose it to be different because of this particular event. Have I got you really wondering what it is??? Well, I get to work I go to the elevator and push the button awkwardly almost crash into someone when the door opens go in to the empty elevator and push "2" (which it isn't a long elevator ride from level 1). The doors close and the number screen telling you which floor are on displays the number 2. Well ok I am getting ready to get off because it shouldn't take that long. Well I am waiting and waiting, thinking "what the hey!" so, I think maybe if I push another button and the elevator moves I can do what I probably should have done in the first place and take the stairs. Well I push a button to a different floor, no such luck there is no movement, and just to make sure I push another button. Nothing. Well then I got the chance to push the buttons you have always wanted to push to see what happens but knew you would get in trouble if you did so you don't, at least I have always wanted to push the buttons. I even tried to pull a superman move and open the doors myself.  As you can see the story doesn't end there so you know that I am no super woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well I start to push the "duress" button, not knowing if they would come on the telephone intercom thing or what. So I pushed that button and nothing. Still afraid that I would get in trouble I went ahead and pushed the "phone" button and a women comes on I explain my plight and she says "ok I will have to let maintenance know". I think to my self "oh great how long am I going to have to wait?"  I was secretly glad that I packed my diet coke playing cards. Too bad I didn't get a chance to play them, the doors open and off I went mouthing a quick thank you to the security camera, in case anyone was watching. And I was on my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So I thought I would be more afraid then I was. I mostly was just concerned about being in there all day. So what are you afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-532920787122394331?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/532920787122394331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=532920787122394331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/532920787122394331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/532920787122394331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/07/didnt-know-you-were-afraid-until.html' title='Didn&apos;t know you were afraid until...'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-4721826974362368607</id><published>2009-06-14T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:09:50.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Topsy Turvy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching an infomerical about a product called Topsy Turvy. It was meant for tomatos as you can see by the picture but Ryan isn't crazy enough about tomatos to grow them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347350137662820498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SjWanmUHUJI/AAAAAAAAALM/LIEdlkc-Nng/s320/PIC-0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although they can grow anything that grows on a vine. The premise of this As Seen on TV product is that instead of fighting gravity it uses gravity to help the product grow. You fill the bag with soil and hang the product through the hole in the bottom. Any way I have wanted this since I have seen it on tv about a month ago. We wanted to grow strawberries. Doesn't that sound wonderful home grown strawberries. Well I have been searching all over for it and finally praise be we found it at shopko. So we have started growing a strawberry plant, lets see how it goes. I am excited to see!!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SjWfO0KUYOI/AAAAAAAAALU/oJhK4rCsse4/s1600-h/PIC-0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347355209441239266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SjWfO0KUYOI/AAAAAAAAALU/oJhK4rCsse4/s320/PIC-0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8805565345507683325-4721826974362368607?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4721826974362368607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=4721826974362368607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4721826974362368607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4721826974362368607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/06/topsy-turvy.html' title='Topsy Turvy'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SjWanmUHUJI/AAAAAAAAALM/LIEdlkc-Nng/s72-c/PIC-0107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-4968512644362269435</id><published>2009-05-13T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:14:58.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goosebumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I made dinner. Now I know this doesn't sound like an extreme accomplishment but I haven't cooked in awhile so, I was home and it was a better fit time wise if I cooked. So I broke down and did it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just last week my mother and father -in-law came for a visit and brought buffalo meat, all different kinds of cuts. I am always so grateful when they bring meat. Meat is expensive especially the lean cuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway so I chose to cook one of these fine cuts of meat. I thought why not pot roast? I don't like pot roast but they are many ways to cook it, so why not? Well I ended up cooking it for about 6 hours. To make sure that it would just fall apart when you touched it. Well if you are going all out you might as well go ALL out. We didn't have any bread but Ryan mentioned that he thought left over roast sandwiches would be good. So I use the Lion House recipe for rolls with home made hunny butter. Well while we were eating Ryan was giving his stamp of approval. He said that it was so good that it was giving him goosebumps (which have never happened before). I totally should have taken a picture (the picture isn't of Ryan but I thought it would be nice to add a little visual interest). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/23/Goose_bumps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/23/Goose_bumps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this isn't to brag but to share in my excitment that I cooked something SO good for my husband that it gave him goosebumps. I normally have a problem believeing that something I cook could be truely enjoyed and not just eatable. I know there are something that I find tasty but I don't think that anyone else would but to get such a reaction! That is something that could not be faked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-4968512644362269435?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4968512644362269435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=4968512644362269435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4968512644362269435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4968512644362269435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/05/goosebumps.html' title='Goosebumps'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-8912113796106560894</id><published>2009-05-06T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:36:48.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moustache May</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well it has been brought to my attention that May is the month for moustaches. One of the attorneys I work for thinks that this is the best month for that reason. There is a web site dedicated to this. The web site will give the people who sign up different themes to do each week and you are supposed to post weekly pictures. Well if any one needs a good laugh or to be a little creeped out here you go. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moustachemay.com/staches/"&gt;http://www.moustachemay.com/staches/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-8912113796106560894?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8912113796106560894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=8912113796106560894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8912113796106560894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8912113796106560894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/05/moustache-may.html' title='Moustache May'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-33389920828872616</id><published>2009-04-08T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:30:06.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that go "bump" in the office</title><content type='html'>One of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attorneys&lt;/span&gt; that I work with LOVES to startle people. Mostly me and my friend Susan. So I could just be sitting doing my work and out of no where WHAM!! there he is ready to scare me. And let me tell you I scare pretty easy and I can jump in my seat pretty high. I have been working on not letting it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;affect&lt;/span&gt; and so far it has only worked once, but hey it's a start! So if you hear that I have died from a heart attack you will know why! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-33389920828872616?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/33389920828872616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=33389920828872616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/33389920828872616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/33389920828872616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-go-bump-in-office.html' title='Things that go &quot;bump&quot; in the office'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-393433986429396568</id><published>2009-03-24T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:06:16.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I.T. is scary</title><content type='html'>This morning I was early to work and I thought why not kill the time by watching a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show that I love but don't get the channel and my only way to watch it is online. So I start watching when out of no where my mouse starts moving on it own. I know this would be the I.T. department but still to see your mouse move on it's own is pretty freaky. So it moves around and then goes to the "x" button to close the window, so I close it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bummed&lt;/span&gt; that I don't get to watch my show. I maintain that the rules of my job says that I can do things like that just not while I am supposed to be working. This is my one last joy of using work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, because they block everything else. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;,etc. They such kill joys. Well what can you do.  Just beware of mice moving on their own.Especially if you don't have an I.T. dept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-393433986429396568?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/393433986429396568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=393433986429396568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/393433986429396568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/393433986429396568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-scary.html' title='I.T. is scary'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-1994391429372914476</id><published>2009-03-06T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:25:31.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ephiany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So this morning it hit me! I have discovered that I am not fat, it is merely my mirrors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310095576149560322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SbE_ytvEjAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/XcpW_H6LsxU/s400/10_lois_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and my scale conspiring against me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.support4change.com/images/sidebar-etc/man-scale.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-1994391429372914476?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1994391429372914476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=1994391429372914476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/1994391429372914476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/1994391429372914476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/03/ephiany.html' title='Ephiany'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SbE_ytvEjAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/XcpW_H6LsxU/s72-c/10_lois_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-1643463065267496746</id><published>2009-02-27T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:38:59.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So last night Ryan and I went to the library. It is always very exciting, it makes me feel like I am branching out, learning, doing something wonderful! Even if it only to get a movie. hehe Leave it to me to go to a place where there are so many amazing possibilities to learn and grow and I pick a movie and not even an education flick. Oh well what can you do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-1643463065267496746?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1643463065267496746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=1643463065267496746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/1643463065267496746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/1643463065267496746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/02/library.html' title='The Library'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-2567214305065792591</id><published>2009-02-19T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:15:06.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closet Poet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I like to write. And usually what inspires me comes out in some form of a poem. Now there is nothing wrong with poetry, I think that it can be quite beautiful but! I feel that if you tell people you want to share a poem with them they get a look on their face like , "oh crap what am I going to have to listen to?" So when I write things I don't like to call it poetry to avoid those kind of reactions. Earlier this week I was talking to my mom and sharing with her a "poem" I wrote for a friend at work, while I was explaining to my mom that it wasn't really a poem, but actually I kind of was, my husband informed me that I am a closet poet. Haha! Who knew! Well here are a couple of my "poems".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wrote this for my mother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More like you then I might show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More like your thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More like your actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More like you in the way I speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More like you in the way I teach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More like the way you decorate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More like your helpfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More like you day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You taught me how to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You taught me how to love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How to grow. I get to be similar to a woman who has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;more love in her heart then most  people can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So the more I get to be like her the more blessed I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you for being you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And this I was the poem I wrote for a lady at work for Valentines day because her mom passed away a few years ago and I wanted to make sure she still remembered that even though her mom isn't here that she still loves her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For me, time brings many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~For hurts it brings healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~For memories it makes them fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;   Which makes pictures more important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;... But for love it just makes it stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So time might not always let people stay close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by but their love will always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So there you have it.  Have a good day! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-2567214305065792591?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2567214305065792591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=2567214305065792591' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2567214305065792591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2567214305065792591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/02/closet-poet.html' title='Closet Poet!'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-5483580969911175564</id><published>2009-02-05T15:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:44:52.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Chance Workout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A group of my friends and I (some new friends, some not as new friends) have gotten together to lend our support to those who wanted to lose weight this year. We have a group coordinator the fabulous Aunt Lo lo who is keeping track of our the goal we have set and each week we weigh in let each other know if we have lost weight and if so how much. By the end of the year we will send gifts to each other for those who have met their goal. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/Images/criticsrant_com/TV_The%20Biggest%20Loser/BiggestLoser_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But those who watch Biggest Loser will know what I am talking about. Since tomorrow is the weigh in I was going to do my "last chance workout" tonight to help in my efforts of making sure my weigh in would be successful. But as things would happen to work out today at work we were moving files and I was sweating, lifting and squatting and all kinds of things that should be done in the privacy of your own home. I think that completely counts as my "last chance workout" so we will see if I am feeling up to I might still do my yoga tonight but maybe not. I will report tomorrow if I lost weight. See you at weigh in.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://icebarrel.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/ali-returns-to-biggest-loser.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yeah right, I wish that is what my numbers would look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-5483580969911175564?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5483580969911175564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=5483580969911175564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5483580969911175564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5483580969911175564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-chance-workout.html' title='Last Chance Workout'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-6019149903700647823</id><published>2009-02-02T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:00:16.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Things That are hard for a Chubby Person</title><content type='html'>1. Walking up stairs ( I experienced that today trying to make more of an effort to get healthy)&lt;br /&gt;2.Tying you shoes&lt;br /&gt;3. Fitting into single digit clothes&lt;br /&gt;4. Playing with kids&lt;br /&gt;5.Fitting into movie theater seats&lt;br /&gt;6. Feeling cute&lt;br /&gt;7. Break dancing&lt;br /&gt;8.Touching your toes (which is why you can't tie your shoes very easy)&lt;br /&gt;9. Trying to hide your double chin. ( I haven't found a solution to this one yet)&lt;br /&gt;10.Running for your life (fyi if it came down to me running for my life, let's just say I am screwed!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-6019149903700647823?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6019149903700647823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=6019149903700647823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6019149903700647823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6019149903700647823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-10-things-that-are-hard-for-chubby.html' title='Top 10 Things That are hard for a Chubby Person'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-5973101479931291474</id><published>2009-01-27T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:10:12.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the year..</title><content type='html'>This is the year for changes my friend! We have a new president. I won't get in to my feelings on politics but I am excited to see what President Obama will do.I am GOING to lose weight. I am going to get as much out of debt as I can. I am going to improve my mind, learn a new craft. I am excited to change, to learn, to grow (not physically there will be none of that) to be a better me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haza&lt;/span&gt; to the new year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-5973101479931291474?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5973101479931291474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=5973101479931291474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5973101479931291474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5973101479931291474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-year.html' title='This is the year..'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-4409610132559630737</id><published>2009-01-23T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:58:28.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Goes Out</title><content type='html'>There has been some drama at work ever since I started, luckily it was going on before I got there and it wasn't because I was hired. So I am kind of partnered with a wonderful lady. She is as nice as can be and funny, she would do anything in her power to help anyone, but things are changing at work, which would make her and I as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;secretaries&lt;/span&gt; assigned to specific attorney's. Well one of the attorney's refuses to work with her and another that won't even talk to her. I have done some digging to see what happened and she has done nothing these people are just mean for no reason. My heart goes out to her because she doesn't deserve this treatment and now dreads coming to work. I wish there was something I could do. Right now I just try and remind her what a wonderful person she is and that I am happy to work with her. So as my heart goes out, I encourage all (not that I think anyone I know would do this) to think about our actions and to know that what we do effects people. I hope that as I rethink my life I hope I find that I haven't done this to any one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-4409610132559630737?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4409610132559630737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=4409610132559630737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4409610132559630737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4409610132559630737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-heart-goes-out.html' title='My Heart Goes Out'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-6016928384266649741</id><published>2009-01-11T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:42:56.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Apartment Life</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning Ryan and I were awoken by the sounds of our neighbor fighting. I don't know if I have talked about them before, if I have then please forgive my repetition if I haven't then please enjoy! This fighting wasn't the first time. The make it quite a regular occasion. Screaming at the top of their lungs all kinds of things I dare not post as this is a family blog. But the general gist is the guy thinks the girl is cheating on him. Well it went on for at least an hour so I decided that I had had enough, I was going to do my civic duty and telephone the police. While I was smart enough not to call 911 I did have a little trouble finding the number &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; Dex doesn't have the police departments listed. When it was all said and done I went back to sleep enjoying my silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-6016928384266649741?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6016928384266649741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=6016928384266649741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6016928384266649741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6016928384266649741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/01/joys-of-apartment-life.html' title='The Joys of Apartment Life'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-4095687924302720419</id><published>2009-01-06T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:42:32.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Kidding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some might know that Ryan and I were going to move on account of our moldy leaky roof... Just Kidding!!! Because lo and behold the sky's have opened and the sun shines down (metorphorically speaking) and the leak has stopped so the repair men will be over today to fix it (let's hope they do it better then before). Yea we are not moving!!!! The miracles of the new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-4095687924302720419?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4095687924302720419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=4095687924302720419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4095687924302720419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4095687924302720419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-kidding.html' title='Just Kidding'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-3670223643490968231</id><published>2008-12-26T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:56:48.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 wheel drive won't save stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the spirit of Christmas and the wishes of many songs our Christmas was WHITE!And not just white but I believe it to be the Blizzard of '08. After the wonderful day Ryan and I had (I couldn't have asked for a better Christmas) the day had come to an end and it was time to return to our apartment with the leaky roof. While Ryan was being VERY careful driving through the blizzard, others were not. I have come to the conclusion that (most of) those with 4 wheel drive vehicles feel that they are golden when it comes to driving through the snow, that no harm can come to them. Well I am here to tell all those people that they are &lt;em&gt;so wrong! &lt;/em&gt;Now while Ryan and I did get home safely it was with out almost getting hit. There was an SUV driving too fast and could not stop in time and almost T-boned us. And it was interesting to see that most of the cars that were on the side of the road or the majority of the vehicles fish tailing or sliding were vehicles with 4 wheel drive. So my message to the world of cyberspace today is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 wheel drive won't cure stupidity in driving in the snow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-3670223643490968231?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3670223643490968231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=3670223643490968231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/3670223643490968231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/3670223643490968231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-wheel-drive-wont-save-you.html' title='4 wheel drive won&apos;t save stupidity'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-8969438729590824576</id><published>2008-12-23T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:38:26.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>First of all I want to say MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! Happy Hanukkah! or Happy Kwanzaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime last week my boss gave me a gift certificate to Amazon.com (which by the way was where those skinny people in plus size clothing were) and I thought and thought what to get. I wanted to get something that was for only me and no one else, some thing that I would really enjoy. But I couldn't figure out what I wanted. For days I had been searching to find that just perfect gift to myself. I found a ring that I thought was just beautiful but it wasn't in my size and I saw other things, like new headphones or maybe I would settle for a ring that was my size. Nope. I couldn't do it I couldn't bring myself to click the purchase button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then BAM! it hit me. Something that I have wanted since I was a kid. Something that I completely no use for what so ever. But I love them and I think since I have wanted it for YEARS I can justify spending gift money on it. I know you will laugh when you know what it is because everyone does. I don't know why I have always liked them but I just think they are fun.&lt;br /&gt;It is a coin changer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoplet.com/office/limages/MCGNO1_1_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.shoplet.com/office/limages/MCGNO1_1_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I also decided to get the ring and just get it resized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SVETe6AxceI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8o2uqUmfqj4/s1600-h/31ctj5l0CCL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SVETe6AxceI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8o2uqUmfqj4/s320/31ctj5l0CCL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283025259571802594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that what holiday you celebrate that you will get something that you have always wanted, and maybe it won't come in the form of a wrapped present but I wish everyone the joy of the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-8969438729590824576?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8969438729590824576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=8969438729590824576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8969438729590824576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8969438729590824576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SVETe6AxceI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8o2uqUmfqj4/s72-c/31ctj5l0CCL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-7674751851159298757</id><published>2008-12-19T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:57:19.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Girls!!!</title><content type='html'>So I my boss gave me a gift certificate for Christmas and I was looking at their website and I was looking in the plus size area (since I am a girl of plus size nature)and whilst I was searching I see all these skinny girls modeling these clothes. Now how in the sam hill am I going to know what this is going to look like on me. Of course it is going to look good on a skinny girl, everything does, while not everything looks good on chubby girls. So this is what I have to say to these advertisers you won't catch me buying any clothes modeled by skinny girls. It is like they are laughing in my face, "haha, I look good in this and you won't !"  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-7674751851159298757?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7674751851159298757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=7674751851159298757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7674751851159298757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7674751851159298757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/12/skinny-girls.html' title='Skinny Girls!!!'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-184789219417232985</id><published>2008-12-16T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:36:50.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Not much has been going on, thus the lack of blogging but I couldn't stand to have nothing new up so I thought I would just write a little something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at work we got these stick board things to put pictures on so we don't have to put holes and things in our pictures. I was so excited!!! It doesn't take very much to please me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went christmas shopping last night too, boy am I grateful that I don't have a lot of money to buy a lot of things, to spend more time with cranky shoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is somewhat of a bright side to being poor. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-184789219417232985?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/184789219417232985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=184789219417232985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/184789219417232985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/184789219417232985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-christmas.html' title='Oh Christmas!'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-7800119334636523852</id><published>2008-11-12T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:57:53.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We interupt this program with a breaking story...</title><content type='html'>This just in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night getting off the train Amy noticed something strange. There was a book of Ryan's left out in the rain by her car. But as she looked closer all the doors were unlocked. Which was odd because she NEVER leaves the car unlocked. Once Amy got in the car She noticed more and more things that were not left they way Amy and Ryan left it that morning. Sure enough their car had been broken into and things were stolen out of the car. Nothing of great importance but none the less things were taken. There were no identifying marks left at the scene of the crime. So we may never know the idiot afoot. This was blogger news reporting to you. Now back to your regular programming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-7800119334636523852?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7800119334636523852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=7800119334636523852' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7800119334636523852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7800119334636523852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-interupt-this-program-with-breaking.html' title='We interupt this program with a breaking story...'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-4665796072823693759</id><published>2008-10-31T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:08:02.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Announcment...</title><content type='html'>No I am not pregnant. But I do have a job!!! On Monday I interviewed for a job at the courthouse. It is for the Gaudian Ad Litem as a secretary. I am excited about it. I feel it is with a good group and the benefits will be good. For any one who isn't familiar (and don't feel bad if you don't)with it the Gaurdian Ad Litem is a group that has lawyers the represent children. Since children aren't allowed into court the court appoints one of the lawyers in this group to go to court for the child and work in their best interest. Yeah!! Let's see what adventures this job will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-4665796072823693759?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4665796072823693759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=4665796072823693759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4665796072823693759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4665796072823693759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/announcment.html' title='An Announcment...'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-1988657298297958017</id><published>2008-10-29T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:20:11.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on the polls</title><content type='html'>This is my 2nd week working for early voting and let me tell you the people that normally do this are nuts. It is hard and the people are generally nice but the days are long and just getting to be annoying. Although I did get to be on the news today so that was fun. But I will just be happy when I don't have to do it any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-1988657298297958017?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1988657298297958017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=1988657298297958017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/1988657298297958017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/1988657298297958017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/working-on-polls.html' title='Working on the polls'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-4556074213966288530</id><published>2008-10-23T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:57:53.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the verge of 26</title><content type='html'>So as the time approaches I am counting down to my birthday. I don't know why I am counting down I am not particularly exicted about my birthday this year I think it is because I am on the side of 20 that is closer it is to 30. Or it could be that I usually get disappointed somehow on my birthday. Well here's hoping that 26 is a good year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-4556074213966288530?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4556074213966288530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=4556074213966288530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4556074213966288530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4556074213966288530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-verge-of-26.html' title='On the verge of 26'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-955460446922471586</id><published>2008-10-18T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:07:28.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do when you have no job...</title><content type='html'>the craftiness comes out. At the beginning this week I was sick and all I could do was think about all the crafts that I want to do since at this time Ryan and I have no jobs. Well I have continued working on a blanket that I am crocheting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPpqnNMJ6uI/AAAAAAAAAII/0xn6nY0qj-Q/s1600-h/10-18-08_1634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPpqnNMJ6uI/AAAAAAAAAII/0xn6nY0qj-Q/s320/10-18-08_1634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258632736696560354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been think about a tie blanket for my nephew. This is one that I made for my self they are VERY easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPpq6E3k8iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LjtkZqassV0/s1600-h/10-18-08_1632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPpq6E3k8iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LjtkZqassV0/s200/10-18-08_1632.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258633060880282146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I want to make little stockings to use for silver ware in a place setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are these coasters that you make out of a small tile and glue and napkins. And the last thing I can think of is make/paint a magnet to put on the dishwasher to say whether it is clean or dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us see if I have the patience to finish the projects I have started and the motivation to do the ones that I want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if either of my beloved twins (you know who you are hehe)like any of these ideas please feel free to use them and maybe sell them and if you need/want help with instructions for any of them let me know and I will be happy to help :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-955460446922471586?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/955460446922471586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=955460446922471586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/955460446922471586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/955460446922471586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-to-do-when-you-have-no-job.html' title='What to do when you have no job...'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPpqnNMJ6uI/AAAAAAAAAII/0xn6nY0qj-Q/s72-c/10-18-08_1634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-8264553475386387325</id><published>2008-10-12T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:39:49.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><title type='text'>A Sad Sad Day A Hedgehog Has Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPJuRsY-OnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-xA6SMW9k6Q/s1600-h/07-12-08_1641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPJuRsY-OnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-xA6SMW9k6Q/s320/07-12-08_1641.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256384965347523186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPJuRiyPM1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/OJJSovvxiaw/s1600-h/06-22-08_1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPJuRiyPM1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/OJJSovvxiaw/s320/06-22-08_1935.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256384962769138514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPJuRuGDnmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/t7EMd1w7e6Q/s1600-h/07-12-08_1639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPJuRuGDnmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/t7EMd1w7e6Q/s320/07-12-08_1639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256384965805055586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ryan and I return home from church we were thinking of things that I feel most people think of when they come home from church FOOD! When we walked in the door we noticed something very odd indeed. Our hedgehog Iggy's food bowl was full which never happens, they have hog as apart of their name for a reason. He was acting strange the past few days so I ask Ryan to check on him. He had died. I am sad he was the first pet Ryan and I had in out married life. He will be missed. So to Ignacius Gustin, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPJuRPRsqRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Sg9kUcDyTUE/s1600-h/05-05-08_2116+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPJuRPRsqRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Sg9kUcDyTUE/s320/05-05-08_2116+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256384957532383506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPJuRMxn-rI/AAAAAAAAAG4/__WT12Ylp3U/s1600-h/05-18-08_1458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPJuRMxn-rI/AAAAAAAAAG4/__WT12Ylp3U/s320/05-18-08_1458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256384956860988082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-8264553475386387325?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8264553475386387325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=8264553475386387325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8264553475386387325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8264553475386387325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-sad-day-hedgehog-has-fallen.html' title='A Sad Sad Day A Hedgehog Has Fallen'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SPJuRsY-OnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-xA6SMW9k6Q/s72-c/07-12-08_1641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-3889342173540478481</id><published>2008-10-07T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:48:11.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><title type='text'>Another One Bites The Dust</title><content type='html'>I did the unthinkable today. dun dun DUN!!! I weighed myself, and to my surprise, I have lost another pound. Woo Hoo!! So now I am down 7lbs. While I know that isn't a lot and a far cry from my goal but I have to take it a little bit at a time. Having that said I sing my theme song for today. "bum,bum,bum another bites the dust! And another one gone,and another one gone, another bites the dust.!!" Gotta love Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virginmedia.com/images/queen-gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.virginmedia.com/images/queen-gal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMenB9Ywh2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMenB9Ywh2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-3889342173540478481?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3889342173540478481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=3889342173540478481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/3889342173540478481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/3889342173540478481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another One Bites The Dust'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-7284602397854768821</id><published>2008-10-02T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:26:49.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unidentifiable Noise Part 2</title><content type='html'>To continue my day I hear this earthquake of a sound on the floor above me and then a ruckus out in main part of the building, I walked out the door to go and check it out. I saw nothing but then, I see one of the bailiff's RUNNING!! And then nothing else. Aw shucks! I go sit back down and then I hear someone ask if they had seen a bailiff. OO!! I did! The person asking had also seen a bailiff from her direction but nothing else and we were curious as to what was going on. But we made a deal that if either one of us found out we would tell the other. Later she came to me and here is what happened. There were members of 2 different gangs in court for a shooting of some sorts and a fight broke out and since it was above my head thus the earthquake and not only did these members go after each other but they went after the bailiff that was in the courtroom thus more bailiffs RUNNING!! Exciting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-7284602397854768821?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7284602397854768821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=7284602397854768821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7284602397854768821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7284602397854768821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/unidentifiable-noise-part-2.html' title='The Unidentifiable Noise Part 2'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-2925361704971238416</id><published>2008-10-02T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:44:26.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unidentifiable Noise</title><content type='html'>Minding my own business out no where Bang!Boom!!Crash!!! (that sounds too much like the old Bat Man show he he) I says to my self "huh? What goes on??" Then an coworker asked "Amy, what was that sound?, Phil thinks it was a gun shot." So I investigate and from what I saw there was no ruckus as I feel there would be if there was a gun shot. The mystery of the noise I don't think will be solved. At least not until next time. We'll see you next time, same bat time, same bat station.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-2925361704971238416?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2925361704971238416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=2925361704971238416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2925361704971238416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2925361704971238416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/unidentifiable-noise.html' title='The Unidentifiable Noise'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-6491408463508306870</id><published>2008-09-30T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:16:32.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sounds of A Child</title><content type='html'>One of my most beloved sounds is to hear my nephews or nieces say my name. At my brothers house last night as my brother and sister-in-law were putting Ben to bed he would call my name for me to come and be with them as he was going to bed. How cute is that! I couldn't hear him from the living room but my brother would say my name like Ben so I could hear it and know that I was being summoned. Now this isn't the first time that this has happened but I just thought that I would share how much I love my nephew and how grateful I am to be apart of his life and that my name is one of the words that he says. I know there are other reasons why the Savior loved children but I think one of them had to be because of what they would say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-6491408463508306870?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6491408463508306870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=6491408463508306870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6491408463508306870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6491408463508306870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/sounds-of-child.html' title='The Sounds of A Child'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-2670755058743814731</id><published>2008-09-29T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:12:13.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite</title><content type='html'>Ryan and I went shopping on Saturday because one of the only dress pants I had decided that it no longer liked me and decided the best way of getting me to stop wearing it was to put a quarter sized hole in the crotch.It worked and I went shopping. There is a mall not far from my apartment which has a Lane Bryant ( a plus size clothing store) So we went there. I love that store. I feel it is a saving grace for chubby people because just because someone is fat doesn't mean they can't dress cute. As we walk in my eyes are big (no pun intended) with all the cute things that I see. Well I know that we are on a budget and can't afford all the things that I deem sassy enough for me, so I try really hard to only look at what we came for. I find somethings to try on and I go to the dressing room because one of the rules of TLC's What Not To Wear ( my bible so to speak) is try everything on, because you don't know how it will look on you until you try it on. And W.N.T.W was correct, the things that looked cute on the hanger did not look cute on me. I left the store feeling a little sad because I couldn't find any thing at my safety net of a store (I can always find something there)and the department stores in this mall don't carry "women's clothes" (that is what most department store call fat people clothes). Ryan and I continue on our way not sure where to go because I needed a pair of pants. I was sulking and then out of no where I see a store and under the name as plain as the nose on my face PLUS SIZE. Woohoo!! I had nothing to lose I already didn't have any pants so we go in. It is fabulous! I have never seen or heard of this store but I love it! The name of it is Torrid and it is geared towards a younger group. Now I can understand how this store would not be for everyone but it was sassy enough for me. I have found a new favorite store. Praise the shopping Gods for blessing me with a store that I can go to to feel sassy and not feel like a freak for not being a size 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-2670755058743814731?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2670755058743814731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=2670755058743814731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2670755058743814731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2670755058743814731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-favorite.html' title='New Favorite'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-7936095954432891014</id><published>2008-09-25T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:53:01.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blessing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday on my lunch break I had a feeling to call my family not for any particular reason, just because, there are some that I haven't talked to in a while. So I call and I talked to one of my sisters. The day goes on as normal and then I get the call. A very sad call came, my aunt ( my father's sister) had passed away. I loved her very much. Later in the day I talked to more people in the family. When I was going to bed I had a thought. My aunt loved family more than anything, and would do anything for them, so how appropriate was it that I had a notion to call my family just to talk on the day she passes. It made me feel good talking to them so, even when something sad happens a blessing isn't far behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-7936095954432891014?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7936095954432891014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=7936095954432891014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7936095954432891014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7936095954432891014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/blessing.html' title='The blessing'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-4991059663528687348</id><published>2008-09-23T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T07:45:18.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things</title><content type='html'>So last night I went over to the laundry mat and on one of my trips there I met one of my neighbors. I have seen her once before and even though we all try and not do it, I judged her and marked her as weird and maybe there was something "wrong" with her. On this particular trip she spoke up to me and I think "oh no, I'm trapped" but I talked to her and just let her show me the Halloween decorations that she was setting up on her patio. She was a very excited. She had a table set up that has Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, Mickey, Stitch, Remy (from Ratatouille) and Remy's brother. Among myriad of other decorations. She was just so excited. Which made me really believe a thought I had, there is no such thing as normal or retarded (btw I hate that word)or whatever other labels people seem to give others. There is only how we see the world. Some people, like my neighbor see and appreciate the little things. I only hope I can always enjoy the little things that life brings. As my sister says Viva the little things!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-4991059663528687348?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4991059663528687348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=4991059663528687348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4991059663528687348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4991059663528687348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-things.html' title='The little things'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-5755824329481875041</id><published>2008-09-19T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:08:10.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another train story</title><content type='html'>I feel this is going to be a continuing saga, since it is a daily occurrence in my life except for Saturday's and Sunday's. So this morning as I am on the train, I eventually get to sit but it is a seat that doesn't sit front or back it is a sideways one that they place near the front all by its self so they can squeeze in one more seat. Well I sit in this one, no big deal right? Wrong. So as the train stops to pick up more people this girl (I think) gets on and stands RIGHT in front of me. OK no big deal, but every movement this person makes she gets a horrible look on her face, of excruciating pain, again no big deal but every little bump and shake of the train continues she look like she is going to be sick, and it kept getting worse as time went on I was getting ready to tell her that if she was going to puke to please try and face the other direction. I kept wondering is this the moment that will make or break my day?? But all was well I got off the train puke free thank heavens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-5755824329481875041?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5755824329481875041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=5755824329481875041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5755824329481875041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5755824329481875041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/yet-another-train-story.html' title='Yet another train story'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-6587490235650333170</id><published>2008-09-15T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:44:55.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never sit on a tired butt</title><content type='html'>So on the way home today I knew I had things to do like clean, laundry etc etc. I felt very gung ho about this and I was happy to have this energy.(because it doesn't happen very often) I wanted to get going when I got home but then I was feeling the effects of my walk home from the train station. I knew I shouldn't have but I did it anyway. I sat down and now I don't know if I can get up again. The moral of the story is don't sit on a tired butt because you might not get up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-6587490235650333170?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6587490235650333170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=6587490235650333170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6587490235650333170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6587490235650333170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-sit-on-tired-butt.html' title='Never sit on a tired butt'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-4764281114123793362</id><published>2008-09-11T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T07:34:01.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chivalry Isn't Quite Dead</title><content type='html'>Yesterday on the train coming to work and going home, some gentleman stood up and gave me his seat. I was really grateful and they helped me remember that not every person is selfish, and that a stranger can do something nice and make someones day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-4764281114123793362?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4764281114123793362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=4764281114123793362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4764281114123793362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4764281114123793362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/chivalry-isnt-quite-dead.html' title='Chivalry Isn&apos;t Quite Dead'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-6738929957771935708</id><published>2008-09-10T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:54:54.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miracle Of Soda</title><content type='html'>Ok so in the process of trying to lose weight I have been trying to better at not emotional eating, while that has gotten replaced with something wonderful(in my mind), it still it not that healthy. SODA!!! I have always been told that simple things can make me happy nothing is more true then when I have a soda. It is strange at how a can of soda can make me happy or help me not to be as stressed. So again I know it is not good for me, but I said thank you to the soda makers of the world for bringing me a little bit of happiness each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-6738929957771935708?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6738929957771935708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=6738929957771935708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6738929957771935708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6738929957771935708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/miracle-of-soda.html' title='The Miracle Of Soda'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-6943568626893733997</id><published>2008-09-04T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:42:10.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you want to sleep but you can't?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you want to cry but you can't?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you want to scream but it is to late at night so you can't?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you want a hug from someone but they are there so you can't?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you feel like you can't go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the answers to these questions. I hope someone does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-6943568626893733997?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6943568626893733997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=6943568626893733997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6943568626893733997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6943568626893733997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/cant.html' title='Can&apos;t'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-2878941372452833484</id><published>2008-08-26T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:56:41.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Digs</title><content type='html'>So I have arrived!! (actually I have been here for a couple of weeks) Ryan and I are in Murray or as we like to say it Mur-ray (like how Forest Gump would say Jenny)and we love it. We are close to pretty much everything, even a very busy strip club called " Southern X posure" fabulous I know. We tease all the gross people that are there in the morning. Disgusting!! But things are going well, if you count not finding a job yet. We are still trying on that front. Almost unpacked completely. Michelle gave us one our themes for this move, theme number one simplify, so I have been going through our things and making everything fit without being cramped and theme number two small. Since our apt is in real estate terms cosy.We want to lose weight and the apt is inspiring us to be as cute and as "cosy" (small) as it is. Once everything is in order pictures will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-2878941372452833484?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2878941372452833484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=2878941372452833484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2878941372452833484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2878941372452833484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-digs.html' title='New Digs'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-8283935151185140468</id><published>2008-08-14T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:41:36.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice In Wonderland After math</title><content type='html'>Sorry I left you hanging yesterday. I would love to say the magic drink turned me in to a skinny,leggy, blonde. But alas no such magic was found in my "drink me" bottle. All it turned me into was a person with a MAJOR headache. Although their advertisements are correct they don't give a crash from the lack of energy, this was a slow decrease but when there was no more energy left to be had, I could barely keep my eyes open. Needless to say I won't be trying that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-8283935151185140468?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8283935151185140468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=8283935151185140468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8283935151185140468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/8283935151185140468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/08/alice-in-wonderland-after-math.html' title='Alice In Wonderland After math'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-730636610225754947</id><published>2008-08-13T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:50:42.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>Ok so, usually around 3 in the afternoon I always get beyond belief tired. I yawn so long and with such force that it actually hurts. This occurs no matter how much sleep I get and no amount of Diet Coke or Mt.Dew can fix. Impossible, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I see these commercials for an energy product called 5 hour energy, and they tell you in the commercial that energy drinks are bad. Which is alright with me because I think all energy drinks taste gross. So while at the gas station this morning i see the '5 hour energy' right by the register, I think to myself "why, not". I grab the normal one but the cashier says " the black one taste better and it's cheaper". Ok I am all for things tasting good and not spending more money than I have to. But the "black one" is the extra strength. To which I wonder if this is the extra strength what will the normal do. But that will be a topic for another day. &lt;br /&gt;So I have been waiting for the lull in my day to come. Because I don't want to take it when I don't need it. So when the tiredness hits me, I take off the lid but I feel like Alice in Wonderland when she eats a cookie and it changes her size and then she drinks something and it makes her a completely different size. I wonder as I drink this tiny bottle of liquid that might as well just say "Drink Me". What will I become??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-730636610225754947?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/730636610225754947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=730636610225754947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/730636610225754947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/730636610225754947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/08/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in Wonderland'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-6490339964021534174</id><published>2008-08-08T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:56:42.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How evil are you?</title><content type='html'>So I took Max's quiz and here are my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are 24% Evil  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;do you think I would be more or less evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-6490339964021534174?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6490339964021534174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=6490339964021534174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6490339964021534174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6490339964021534174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-evil-are-you.html' title='How evil are you?'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-441678157800016046</id><published>2008-08-08T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:02:01.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bold</title><content type='html'>So as time goes on more and more people that call into work are getting more and more bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I must say it is deserved and others it is not. I have specific instructions to "blow off" people who are calling and don't know who they want to talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; 99.9% of the time they are sales people. Now my way of dealing with this is when they call and ask for a certain group like the person in charge of safety. I tell them " I'm sorry I don't know who that is but let me find out for you" Well I really don't know who it is but instead of putting them on hold, I hang up. Now I know this is rude, but I am just following what the boss tells me. ( I have changed my methods now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FYI&lt;/span&gt;, I am trying not to hang up on them now) If they were really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;persistent&lt;/span&gt; sales people they would call right back and give me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;benefit&lt;/span&gt; of the doubt and say that we had gotten disconnected but more now they are flat out accusing me of hanging up on them. Which I can't get mad at because that is what I was doing. But I get a phone call today and they weren't a sales person and I followed the appropriate path. I put them on hold and I paged the person they were asking for. Some how this person did get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disconnected&lt;/span&gt; but it wasn't from me. And he calls backs saying that he was asking to talk to this person and that I hung up on him! For RUDE! I will take the blame when I do it, but when I don't I feel that person is being TOO BOLD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-441678157800016046?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/441678157800016046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=441678157800016046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/441678157800016046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/441678157800016046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/08/bold.html' title='Bold'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-5153772395057644924</id><published>2008-08-01T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:21:56.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call Of My Bed</title><content type='html'>Oh , bed why do you call me so!&lt;br /&gt;The hour is not quite night,&lt;br /&gt;The sun is still very much out&lt;br /&gt;But my eye lids feel as heavy as lead!&lt;br /&gt;Sweet release will be 5:15 when I get home&lt;br /&gt;And can answer the call and lay in my bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-5153772395057644924?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5153772395057644924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=5153772395057644924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5153772395057644924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5153772395057644924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/08/call-of-my-bed.html' title='The Call Of My Bed'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-6418391842594574452</id><published>2008-07-29T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:52:51.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii FIt</title><content type='html'>So Ryan and I have a friend that has a Wii Fit. I have never tried it before but I thought it would be fun. On sunday Ryan and I and couple of other friends went to a mutual friend's house. After eating and lounging around I decide to go to downstairs where is was like 10 degrees cooler, I thought I was just going to read and then I was reminded about the Wii Fit. I shout "OOOO I want to try!!" I run down stairs and wait to begin. For those you haven't done this. Before you can start playing the games you have to put in you height and age and they measure your BMI (body mass index).  And they can't just flat out tell you that your fat. No they have to add a visual. While they are calculating they show the you that you create on the Wii (which is called a Mii pronounced as me) as an underweight  and then when they are done (in my case) they tell me I am obese and my Mii no longer looks skinny she is now very round and looks down and has a look of shock that she isn't skinny now.  Sad!! But the funny continues when I played the games because the placement of the room puts everyone sitting behind me and when I play games that I have to stick my butt out and do all kinds of things that would normally embarrass me. So I am lucky that I am comfortable with that group because if not then there is no way that would have happened.  So my advice before you play games that make you stick your butt  out, make sure you are either alone or in a group of good friends that can enjoy how silly you look! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Gaming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-6418391842594574452?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6418391842594574452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=6418391842594574452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6418391842594574452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6418391842594574452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/07/wii-fit.html' title='Wii FIt'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-496727706702730207</id><published>2008-07-21T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:32:13.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Mexicans</title><content type='html'>Ok, so don't think I am racist by the title of my post, I believe you can tease anything that you are. So I am a 1/4 mexican so I can tease them. (In a non-hurtful way of course) So in the place I work, people who speak english are the minority. And most of the time when someone needs something from me they usually bring an interpreter. Well this happened today and I answered most of the questions in spanish (I do know some just not enough to carry a conversation but for work things, with the occasional "sign" I usually can get the gist of what's going on) , so the use of the interpreter wasn't really needed. But as they were leaving they were laughing. And I ask the person I had been talking to (which he knows spanish too) why they were laughing. He said it was because I was speaking spanish. I thought " how rude I am doing my best so that you can talk to me and you are laughing at my efforts" But the person I was talking to doesn't seem to think so, he thinks they were laughing with me and since I wasn't laugh I don't think that is it. Silly mexicans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think it is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-496727706702730207?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/496727706702730207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=496727706702730207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/496727706702730207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/496727706702730207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/07/silly-mexicans.html' title='Silly Mexicans'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-3221749685139681526</id><published>2008-07-17T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:26:21.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorites of... ME!!</title><content type='html'>I got this from Max. Thanks Max!! I love hearing others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; of me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-3221749685139681526?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3221749685139681526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=3221749685139681526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/3221749685139681526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/3221749685139681526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/07/memorites-of-me.html' title='Memorites of... ME!!'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-7052368310586484305</id><published>2008-07-16T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:54:44.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un- Christ Like Feelings</title><content type='html'>So while at work today I decided, I had to go to the bathroom (random way to start I know) when I was done, I come out. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt; the bathroom is upstairs) And one of my co-workers asks " is this common for this person to honk her horn?" (and I do say person because there was a debate as to what sex this person would be.) To which my reaction was "What?!?!?!" I have never had a person do that before. I thought it might have been someone picking up a person and didn't know that any person they would be picking up would be in the warehouse and would in no way shape or form could hear the horn.&lt;br /&gt; So I go to my desk when I look up out the glass door and the person continues to honk and flash the car headlights at me and wave me out to the car. So I go out to this car and find it is a women.  I was NOT happy!! Are you kidding me who goes to a "spud" factory and honk your horn until you see someone and annoy them further and then ask them to do something for you. Yeah right!! I go out talk to the women and she didn't know what she wanted so I had to back inside and get my size chart for her. She picks them out. But while she is writing out her check a co-worker of mine (who is know for her harsh personality) comes out an tells her that honking for service isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and she is taking me away from work and it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; this once but not again. The lady was mad. I got her, her potatoes and she was off.&lt;br /&gt;But I must say, I did not have Christ like feelings for this women who got in to her car and wouldn't get out. Now I don't know what is going on in her situation but I just think it is rude to assume that you can honk your horn to get service and think that it's acceptable. Where else could you get away with that? Not a the grocery store, or the bank, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I might be a little harsh but I just want to shout to people "THINK ABOUT THINGS FIRST!!!!!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-7052368310586484305?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7052368310586484305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=7052368310586484305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7052368310586484305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/7052368310586484305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/07/un-christ-like-feelings.html' title='Un- Christ Like Feelings'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-5859786818049965751</id><published>2008-07-16T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:19:19.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness is life without these...</title><content type='html'>So after many days of forgetting to bring my lotion to work, I started thinking "what can't I live without?" So I thought I would share my top 10 things I can't live without&lt;br /&gt;1. make up ( now I use at appropriate times. Like when I go camping I don't use it. I'm not one &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; girls. I am sure my father in law my think different. I don't think he is used to someone who likes to be functional as well as look fashionable, well when you are chubby, your face is all you've got)&lt;br /&gt;2. hair product ( a must, I sacrifice my time in the morning getting ready for the good of others. really I'm not vain. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;3. pictures ( my memory stinks so I need visual reminders)&lt;br /&gt;4. the internet (I have to keep up with my peeps )  ;)&lt;br /&gt;5. soda&lt;br /&gt;6. my phone ( I know I don't get phone calls that often , not like I used to but I always like having it for the "just in case" moments&lt;br /&gt;7. my keys ( I have had to many moments where someone will lock their keys in the car or the house. So I always like know I have mine with me)&lt;br /&gt;8. Lane Bryant ( I can't live with out my cute fat girl clothes readily accessible)&lt;br /&gt;9. my ipod. lonely is a day with out music to sing to&lt;br /&gt;10. happy pills ( all the world is happy when I am happy, at least Ryan is hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course things like my family and the scriptures go on the list but those I feel go with out saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of the things you can't live without??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-5859786818049965751?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5859786818049965751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=5859786818049965751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5859786818049965751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5859786818049965751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/07/sadness-is-life-without-these.html' title='Sadness is life without these...'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-6436951092065239888</id><published>2008-07-10T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:07:34.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Whoas!</title><content type='html'>So as time is quickly going by, Ryan and I are still looking feverishly to find a place to live in Salt Lake and everytime we find a place we like and we weigh the pro's and con's over it is gone 2 seconds later. Or we find a place that looks amazing but there is something wrong with it like none of the untilites are included or it is a billion light years away from where we want to be. This has been happening  for about 2 weeks. AAAAHHHHH!!!! I know this is what moving is. It is stress and frustration but really, I just want a roof over my head and walls around me that doesn't cost too much (or a hole in the wall) or is in Tim Buck Two! ( I am sure I spelled that wrong but oh well) Too much to ask???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-6436951092065239888?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6436951092065239888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=6436951092065239888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6436951092065239888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/6436951092065239888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/07/moving-whoas.html' title='Moving Whoas!'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-2309331783748227223</id><published>2008-06-30T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:48:31.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Laugh</title><content type='html'>So I am at work doing my "thang" and I answer my phone. I do my normal gretting and the conversation continues like so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man: where are you? ( me thinking it is a normal truck driver needing directions)&lt;br /&gt;me: that depends where are you?&lt;br /&gt;man: in my truck&lt;br /&gt;me: well where is your truck&lt;br /&gt;man: it's at the corner of 98 and magnolia ( i can't remember what street it was so we'll call it magnolia)&lt;br /&gt;me: I don't know where that is&lt;br /&gt;man: you should you drive by it every day&lt;br /&gt;me: i do?&lt;br /&gt;man: it's your brother if you don't know who your talking to&lt;br /&gt;me: I really don't think that you my brother&lt;br /&gt;man: oh I must have dialed the wrong # sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neuvo riche! That made my morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-2309331783748227223?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2309331783748227223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=2309331783748227223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2309331783748227223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2309331783748227223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-morning-laugh.html' title='Monday Morning Laugh'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-2584286148143194789</id><published>2008-06-26T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T08:24:19.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>I love the technology now, wonders like Facebook. I find new friends all the time, people from my past that I wouldn't have found other wise. So when I am looking for others and I can't find them because they aren't on there, I am surprised every time.  I say to myself, "Self, what do you mean they aren't on facebook?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-2584286148143194789?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2584286148143194789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=2584286148143194789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2584286148143194789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2584286148143194789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/06/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-4320607176370790448</id><published>2008-06-23T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:56:15.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>University of Utah</title><content type='html'>Congratualtions to Ryan for getting to the University of Utah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-4320607176370790448?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4320607176370790448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=4320607176370790448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4320607176370790448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/4320607176370790448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/06/university-of-utah.html' title='University of Utah'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-5880632124337022407</id><published>2008-06-20T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:19:30.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Bed Isn't Safe</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I stayed home from work I wasn't felling well. So I am laying in bed, and Ryan was with me and I was being dumb and joking around and pretending to roll off the bed so he could catch me. Well he did, but my weight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exceeds&lt;/span&gt; his strength so I actually started falling, and I fell. But in the process, I hit my leg on the night stand and breaking the glass that was on it (which also broke Ryan's  alarm clock) and then cutting my leg and my foot. And now I am bruised on my leg, my butt and my back. Proving that even in bed you can't be safe from the dangers of being dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more monkey's jumping on the bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-5880632124337022407?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5880632124337022407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=5880632124337022407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5880632124337022407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5880632124337022407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/06/even-bed-isnt-safe.html' title='Even Bed Isn&apos;t Safe'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-3427798657505412405</id><published>2008-06-17T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:22:35.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Poppins</title><content type='html'>I have had an epiphany. I am the Mary Poppins of reception work. I have been a temp for the last few receptionist jobs of mine and have discovered that I come in clean things up with a song or two, I raise the standard and usually bring people together (or make the cranky ones less cranky). Then when the "wind" changes I move on.  Woohoo! I get to be Julie Andrews!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-3427798657505412405?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3427798657505412405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=3427798657505412405' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/3427798657505412405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/3427798657505412405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/06/mary-poppins.html' title='Mary Poppins'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-5854411049439248977</id><published>2008-06-16T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:23:38.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black frosting</title><content type='html'>On Saturday Ryan and I went to a friend of ours birthday party. Her nick name is Micki (since most people can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pronounce&lt;/span&gt; her real Hawaiian name) and she of course loves mickey mouse. So for her cake it was in the shape of mickey mouse's head and it was tasty although the down fall to the cake was black frosting.  Now silly me for not taking pictures but it was funny.  Every one had black teeth ,black lips and black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tongues&lt;/span&gt;. The funny continues when Ryan and I wake up the next morning and his lips are purple still from the frosting. He looked like he was freezing. I asked him if he was alright, and he asked why, I told him and he was thinking "oh, crap" Classic! So next time there is a tasty looking cake before you, wait and see what the frosting will do to you. dun dun DUN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-5854411049439248977?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5854411049439248977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=5854411049439248977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5854411049439248977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5854411049439248977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/06/black-frosting.html' title='Black frosting'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-2235246353412791888</id><published>2008-06-13T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:17:13.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrison The Hamster Houdini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFKdY8dQaoI/AAAAAAAAACk/v7a9WgzvUt4/s1600-h/Harrison+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211400770692344450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFKdY8dQaoI/AAAAAAAAACk/v7a9WgzvUt4/s320/Harrison+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFKdKsdQanI/AAAAAAAAACc/lESeWDhTg0I/s1600-h/Harrison+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hamster Ryan and I got about a month ago is adorable but doesn't like to be touched and doesn't really like being in confined containers, anything with walls or a lid (I.e. His cage). His cage gets cleaned every week and we have a play pin (it actually is for a hamster)for him so he can be contained while we clean his cage. But he has to have a magic jumping bean gene in him because he jumps high enough to get his front paws on the top of the play pin and then proceeds to climb over and hide in the tiniest of places. The first time this happened he was in his cage, he found a hole (to add attachments) in his roof that we didn't think he could reach. We were wrong. He was missing for a little over a day. That proved interesting when I found him. But that's another story.The past time we cleaned his cage, I thought to myself " Ha, HA if I put something over his play pin while we clean he won't be able to get out." Boy was I wrong again, it only aided him further to get not only over his play pin but on top. He sat up there in sort of a mocking fashion. I'm sure thinking " you silly humans, your walls can not contain me! I am Harrison the Hamster Houdini!". Needless to say he got out once again, but his capture was swift. Now we have a different plan for the next time. We'll have to see what the next cleaning adventure will bring. &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/8805565345507683325-2235246353412791888?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2235246353412791888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=2235246353412791888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2235246353412791888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/2235246353412791888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/06/harrison-hamster-houdini.html' title='Harrison The Hamster Houdini'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFKdY8dQaoI/AAAAAAAAACk/v7a9WgzvUt4/s72-c/Harrison+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-5530632979978363322</id><published>2008-06-13T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:12:54.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrison Houdini Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFKcM8dQamI/AAAAAAAAACU/DwsCXxZB45M/s1600-h/Harrison+pointer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211399465022286434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFKcM8dQamI/AAAAAAAAACU/DwsCXxZB45M/s320/Harrison+pointer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFKaxsdQalI/AAAAAAAAACM/Tc1Q8E7Sruc/s1600-h/Harrison+pointer.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFKXRsdQakI/AAAAAAAAACE/IefRgVdxlJo/s1600-h/Harrison+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I know that I am posting these one right after the other but they don't make sense unless I tell all of the events and I haven't told every one. So here goes. (Sorry it's novel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and I got a hamster, he is a long haired teddy bear hamster, and he is the cutest thing. When we bought Harrison we got him a fun cage, no out hamster couldn't have normal cage, he was far too special and too loved for that, his cage came with a slide that he could climb up and go to his attached "wheel" and it had different place he could climb around in (its almost like McDonald's play groung) our cage also came with a water bottle it had a hole in the top where it would fit and just hang there, but Ryan and I didn't like it. We prefered the normal bottle the other one didn't come down far enough (at least we didn't think so), but any who so we gave him 2 water bottles to see which he would use etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       After a few day we saw he never used the water bottle it came with. So I took it out (aren't I such a nice mom), I thought it was way too high for a little guy like him to get out. Boy was I wrong! The next morning I am getting ready for work doing my normal routine, I usually say hi to our "children". As I am saying "HI" I didn't see Harrison, I looked around in his cage I still didn't see him, but as by the title you can tell he is a houdini and can hide where no one can find him. So I didnt think much of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day Ryan calls me " Hunny, did you take Harrison out of his cage?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"umm, he's missing and I can't find him"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Well a 2 bed room apartment can be a smally place for 2 people but not for a little hamster and you don't realize how many places are good hiding spots until you lose a small animal. We checked every where, under the couch, the bed, the washer/dryer, the tv stand, the oven, the dishwasher, the pantry and many more places. A day passes still no Harrison. The next day comes and pretty much goes. It was late and my friend decided to call me and I was talking to him after a long talk I had to go to the bathroom (I'm sorry if that is too much detail) so I go in the bathroom and I see something moving I see that is Harrison, I quick try and stop my friend from talking (no I wasn't going to go to the bathroom while on the phone with my friend) I'm freaking out and I quickly snatch him up and put him back in his cage. As for the whole the cage came with a hole that we could add things on for but you have to break a thing to use. Since we didn't get him another attachment we just left it but it did come with a plug thing. So that is what I used to plug the top, yet again thinking " I'm so smart". And Harrison is thinking "yeah right!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-5530632979978363322?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5530632979978363322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=5530632979978363322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5530632979978363322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/5530632979978363322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/06/harrison-houdini-part-2.html' title='Harrison Houdini Part 2'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFKcM8dQamI/AAAAAAAAACU/DwsCXxZB45M/s72-c/Harrison+pointer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-3472122222111493253</id><published>2008-06-13T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T08:14:32.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrison Houdini Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFKO0sdQajI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-Y03ROxq5aM/s1600-h/Harrison+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211384754759297586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFKO0sdQajI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-Y03ROxq5aM/s320/Harrison+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFKOCMdQaiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CVIMJ09zKhY/s1600-h/Harrison+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFKNnsdQahI/AAAAAAAAABs/R3sSwotmlxs/s1600-h/Harrison+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few nights ago I was going to sleep and Ryan was in the living room watching tv. As I am trying to sleep I hear a noise , which isn't completely uncommon 1. in an apartment and 2. when you have a fan blowing. So I try and think nothing of it. But I hear something again and this time is sounds like crunching paper (which would make sense if you knew how messy my room was). So I decide to look towards the door, (and since Ryan is in the living room with the light on I can see light at the bottom of the door) and I see a little thing move across the bottom of the doorway. I quickly jump to me feet, turn the light on and as fast as I can, scoop up the bad, bad hamster. I call for Ryan and he is very confused because of the ergency in my voice but he comes and we put Harrison back in his cage, and then try to figure out how in the world he could have gotten out well you know the hole in part 2 well , he had a chew toy that hung right underneath that and the climbed up and put one back paw on that and one on slide that is right next to it and proceeded to them push the stopper we had put in out (which the stopped didn't just fit in, you had to twist it in there to lock but no our hamster is too smart for us and modern technology.) Ryan didn't notice and he climbed out and hurried in to our room. We couldn't find any tape so this is what Ryan came up with (picture above). That kept him there for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-3472122222111493253?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3472122222111493253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=3472122222111493253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/3472122222111493253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/3472122222111493253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/06/harrison-houdini-part-3.html' title='Harrison Houdini Part 3'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFKO0sdQajI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-Y03ROxq5aM/s72-c/Harrison+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-300588974507745819</id><published>2008-06-12T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:40:20.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a thought</title><content type='html'>So I have a phrase that I use frequently it is " Just because they make it in your size doesn't mean you should wear it." Now I had a thought a couple of weeks ago as I was passing a store with some not very flattering things in the window, and knew since it was a popular store that someone would wear it, and they would pick it not because it would flatter them and make them look attractive. No, they would pick it because they liked the style (but when really it only looks good on the manaquin) or the color or the fact that it was in there size and they could tolerate wearing it. So in this thought process I wanted to tweak my saying, " just because they make it doesn't mean you should wear it".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-300588974507745819?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/300588974507745819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=300588974507745819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/300588974507745819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/300588974507745819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-thought.html' title='I had a thought'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805565345507683325.post-9150334542881568428</id><published>2008-06-12T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:52:45.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random People</title><content type='html'>I work for as a receptionist at a potato factory and the other day I get a call and here is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Rigby Produce&lt;br /&gt;Man: Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: umm.. Amy&lt;br /&gt;Man: Amy who?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Amy the receptionist&lt;br /&gt;Man: I don't know why you called me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I didn't call you&lt;br /&gt;Man: Well I don't remember dialing any numbers.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I'm the one that answered the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Oh.... Ok Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so random! Gotta love working with the public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805565345507683325-9150334542881568428?l=amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/feeds/9150334542881568428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805565345507683325&amp;postID=9150334542881568428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/9150334542881568428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805565345507683325/posts/default/9150334542881568428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyeberlygustin.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-people.html' title='Random People'/><author><name>No-L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10757007719820873272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2e_hZY1-W4/SFFehVSiPwI/AAAAAAAAABc/P-hfkF4pFgg/S220/Amy+Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
