<?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-9157196295755303860</id><updated>2011-10-03T10:08:51.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Must Love..."</title><subtitle type='html'>"I can do everything through him who gives me strength."
                       ~Philippians 4:13</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-3403439964903204531</id><published>2010-10-20T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:42:45.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Harry Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;So last night my sister and I had a friend over for dinner and afterwards we sat around and chilled. Amongst chilling time we somehow got on the topic of Harry Potter, which for those of you who don't know there is another one coming out in a couple of weeks. So we made plans on going to the midnight showing, therefore I plan to buy tickets a head of time. But to get back to our night I asked my friend Blake if he would like to join us and go to the midnight showing. He chuckled and said that he had only seen the first two movies but asked me to let him know when I was going to buy tickets and that he would think about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore today I was checking the movie website to see if I could buy tickets yet, and wouldn't you know THEY ARE FOR SALE! made my day I must say. I sent a text to him saying that I could now buy tickets and here was our conversation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: "I can buy harry potter tickets now."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blake: "that is the 12?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: "No...the 19th but we'd be going to the midnight showing at 12:01 AM :-)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: "I'm really excited"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blake: "Never been to a midnight showing. Do I want Harry Potter to be my first one?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: "It's up to you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: "Maybe once you watch the movies you'll want to go to the midnight showing :-)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blake: "How many have I missed?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: "You've said you've seen the first two right."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blake: "I think so... it's been too long."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: "Well if you've seen those two, you've only missed four."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blake: "Only four lol. That's 12 hrs of my life!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: "It's not that bad, it's harry potter :-D."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blake: "Ya ok, I'm pretty sure I liked the first 2. I take a ticket and let me know when you start watching the series so I can catch up."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: "There was no peer pressure in making your decision was there...haha."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blake: "No, I'm into trying new things."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: "Trying new things can always be a plus."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blake: "I'll make sure to find a wizard costume."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My favorite part of our entire conversation was when he said it was 12 hrs of his life, I don't even want to think about how much I've spent between Harry Potter and the Twilight series, haha. Best part of my whole day was Blake saying he would go. It's going to be a blast, NOVEMBER 19TH be prepared. :-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-3403439964903204531?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3403439964903204531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/10/almost-harry-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/3403439964903204531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/3403439964903204531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/10/almost-harry-time.html' title='Almost Harry Time...'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-459786873832045866</id><published>2010-08-15T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:48:09.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erica's Tattoo</title><content type='html'>So I've had this for awhile just haven't uploaded it. But I took some video of when Erica got her tattoo done. It's kinda funny to see her face, I don't think she has ever looked so quiet and freaked out all at the same time.&lt;br /&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;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-611d783beb4d6145" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D611d783beb4d6145%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330267720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30C49E9D931F3C28863E421C4C66740095A456.3CEE48022631B1ED69E64ABCB80B2827F7A62569%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D611d783beb4d6145%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrapfF7W4Eu14GEOLVFzoa-_Am3A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D611d783beb4d6145%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330267720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30C49E9D931F3C28863E421C4C66740095A456.3CEE48022631B1ED69E64ABCB80B2827F7A62569%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D611d783beb4d6145%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrapfF7W4Eu14GEOLVFzoa-_Am3A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-459786873832045866?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=611d783beb4d6145&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/459786873832045866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/08/ericas-tattoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/459786873832045866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/459786873832045866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/08/ericas-tattoo.html' title='Erica&apos;s Tattoo'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-1985736600940023031</id><published>2010-08-15T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:35:06.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirby Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So last week Wednesday I made plans to take Emma to the Washington Pavilion. It just so happened that my mom also took the day off so she crashed our party. But we really enjoyed sharing our fun with her too :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/TGiC0NuuE9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/4lK18xIHYBE/s320/SANY1693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505794378010858450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma and grandma building their space ship.&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;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/TGiC06pMYUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Y7ptCKgkXJs/s320/SANY1695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505794390067274050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone wasn't too happy about getting in the space suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/TGiC1SMLeaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VthxR5Lg0VA/s320/SANY1696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505794396388030882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of her favorite things was the hot air balloon. She keep saying, "Mana balloon" I think if she could have gotten on it she would have ridden away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/TGiC2MIjdbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wopZOg_o30U/s320/SANY1697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505794411942081970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She really didn't like this at all. Probably had something to do with the 70 mph wind blowing down on us...haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/TGiC2qS7SPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xe7NOskOpuo/s320/SANY1703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505794420038650098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're working on building our dinosaur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/TGiFYbRLMjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EqFD0BL8nCA/s320/SANY1707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505797199143580210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after we built our dinosaur we went our and started digging up more dinosaur bones, which actually turned into throwing sand around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/TGiFY3e661I/AAAAAAAAAIM/XyrE7KEnREw/s320/SANY1710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505797206717426514" /&gt;&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;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/TGiFZqKMChI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7jk-333y_II/s320/SANY1714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505797220320676370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her and her frogs, I think that when she gets older she's going to ask for one as a pet. It will be interesting to see how grandma answers that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/TGiFaFHwIfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tGzpEHdEkG4/s320/SANY1720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505797227558216178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay toys that look familiar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/TGiFaztDv1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/vAkXg-QpGjk/s320/SANY1725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505797240062721874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her all time favorite thing to play with was this ball contraption. It would suck the balls in the tub and then they would come out at different spots.&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/9157196295755303860-1985736600940023031?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1985736600940023031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/08/kirby-science.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/1985736600940023031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/1985736600940023031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/08/kirby-science.html' title='Kirby Science'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/TGiC0NuuE9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/4lK18xIHYBE/s72-c/SANY1693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-6001214494047840328</id><published>2010-06-24T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:10:30.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Craft Time"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So today was Emma's first time ever playing with paint, and if I do say so myself she did an awesome job. We made paintings to hang up in her play room for decoration. I think they turned out awesome :-) and she is very talented. She did exactly what a 2 year old is suppose to do she got paint EVERYWHERE and I couldn't be prouder. 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/TCPwB0I4gmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TKsPaevHbp8/s320/SANY1682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486492685033833058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-6001214494047840328?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6001214494047840328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/06/craft-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/6001214494047840328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/6001214494047840328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/06/craft-time.html' title='&quot;Craft Time&quot;'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/TCPtPMzOCQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Imnk1yYoobA/s72-c/SANY1674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-6448001925846762486</id><published>2010-04-12T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:18:53.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Works</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So the other day when I realized that I wasn't going to be able to go on a J-term trip next year because I would have to be spending my time in a class so that I can graduate next spring (cross your fingers). I was really bummed I have been planning on going on this trip for years and now that it can't happen I am a little sad. Then while I was in the shower the other day, I had this crazy fun idea pop into my head. What about a road trip? Where might you ask, North Carolina. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Erica and I have already started planning, we've decided we are going to go during the summer next year and that we are going to rent a vacation house with an ocean front view and a beach. Talk about heaven, I am sighing just thinking about it. I've already found the house that I want to book, I'll even share a picture with you guys and the link if you want to go check it out. But just promise me you wont go and book the house for yourselves haha... I just really hope that everything will work out and the friends that we invite to come with us will want to. Cause I don't know about them but Maxie is really feeling like a vacation. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On a side note Erica and I both made a pack with each other. When one of us gets into a situation where we find ourselves wanting to by an article of clothing, pairs of shoes, or anything that really isn't needed. We are to call one another right away and remind each other about the beach and sand between our toes, oh and the cute boys ;-) that way we don't buy and we end up saving money for our trip. My mom thought it was funny when I told her. Hopefully it works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://F016165A-1D60-4A76-804D-502D89F270A6/a120-exterior.jpg" alt="a120-exterior.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;http://www.twiddy.com/homes/ss/southern-shores/kirkhaven-ii.aspx#rates&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/9157196295755303860-6448001925846762486?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6448001925846762486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-works.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/6448001925846762486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/6448001925846762486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-works.html' title='In The Works'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-761339946425533574</id><published>2010-03-28T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:11:34.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Been Working On.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay so heres what I've been working on lately, and what has obviously been taking up all my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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I know this a horrible to say but when they combine services it is complete agony sitting through the service and trying to stay focused on what the sermon is suppose to be about. So all we have done all day is watch season 7 of the 24 series. I've been waiting for my parents to buy this season for awhile :-) woot woot mom and dad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing that was kinda a bummer about today was Jessi was home all day. It was so nice not having her around Friday night and all day Saturday. Who knew that life could be less emotionally draining and people in this house were happy, heck even Emma was on her normal schedule all day, she was so good. Oh the life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-3920183087985691285?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3920183087985691285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/amazing-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/3920183087985691285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/3920183087985691285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/amazing-sunday.html' title='Amazing Sunday'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-3035228952249176747</id><published>2009-12-31T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:27:52.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have to get off my chest.</title><content type='html'>I hate it how because of one persons stupid choices the rest of us have to suffer. I hate this part of my life. So much for a Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-3035228952249176747?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3035228952249176747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-to-get-off-my-chest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/3035228952249176747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/3035228952249176747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-to-get-off-my-chest.html' title='Have to get off my chest.'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-7260527635095657773</id><published>2009-12-27T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:15:56.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Little Snap Shot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SzgwiHFIrDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IwhE99C3RrQ/s1600-h/IMG_3586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SzgwiHFIrDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IwhE99C3RrQ/s320/IMG_3586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420135514114665522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/Szgwh_SK9_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/QcWzJNXo33s/s1600-h/IMG_3584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/Szgwh_SK9_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/QcWzJNXo33s/s320/IMG_3584.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420135512021858290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SzgwhZa0MJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/W1r6XeycVQs/s1600-h/IMG_3578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SzgwhZa0MJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/W1r6XeycVQs/s320/IMG_3578.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420135501857566866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SzgwhChMF2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/eD8iaHm2rsk/s1600-h/IMG_3576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SzgwhChMF2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/eD8iaHm2rsk/s320/IMG_3576.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420135495710283618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/Szgwgm-qGYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8b2Wmue8AN4/s1600-h/IMG_3572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/Szgwgm-qGYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8b2Wmue8AN4/s320/IMG_3572.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420135488317692290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/_QWYKoFw131Y/SzgvjVYcVgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BQKzP-ar7J8/s320/IMG_3571.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420134435621983746" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Here is just some photography I've been working on, it's nothing amazing. I've just started really enjoying doing it lately and it just so happens this entire blog entry is of Christmas stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-7260527635095657773?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7260527635095657773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-little-snap-shot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/7260527635095657773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/7260527635095657773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-little-snap-shot.html' title='Just A Little Snap Shot...'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SzgwiHFIrDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IwhE99C3RrQ/s72-c/IMG_3586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-7139409092600929831</id><published>2009-11-29T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:22:00.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yeah I know it's been a while since my last blog, many things have happened too. What can I say I'm a busy girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So one of the many things I did this summer was as many of you already know I worked at a summer camp. Probably the dumbest thing I did while I was there was get involved with somebody, who was a little younger than me. Let's just say that fling is over with. Now when I look back on it, it was probably the dumbest thing I did. I laugh about it now :-) Although when people (who will remain nameless) make fun of me about it, that part does really bother me. They have made dumber mistakes than I ever have all combined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;School's crazier than every and keeping me really busy. Not too sure being an art and psychology major was the smartest thing in the world to do, ha ;-) but I do really love it. USF and Sanford are getting together to start an art therapy internship with each other, which I am really hoping that I get the chance to be apart of. It would be an amazing experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I can't believe Thanksgiving has already passed and in two weeks I will be on Christmas break. This year Christmas is going to be so much fun it will be Emma's first Christmas where she will be able to rip open her presents instead of having to have some major assistance. I can't wait to see her reactions to everything she gets. I really need a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; break, but then I think by this time every year everybody says they need a break. We were able to decorate for Christmas on Thursday that was really fun. Dad and mom both went to the hockey game and while they were gone, Jessica, Erica, Jiwoo, and I decorated the house and of course we did have some help from Emma. She brought Erica and Jiwoo the ornaments for the tree as they were putting them on. She is such a good helper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-7139409092600929831?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7139409092600929831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/7139409092600929831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/7139409092600929831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/been-while.html' title='Been A While'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-4005292004516917306</id><published>2009-08-21T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:22:38.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last of Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some of the last pictures of camp for this summer. It was probably one of the best experiences of my life and I am looking forward to going back next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="direction: rtl;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/So6nkI4trBI/AAAAAAAAADU/P7U1XHlnbFU/s320/IMG_2117_001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372415644802067474" /&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/_QWYKoFw131Y/So6pkDi-v2I/AAAAAAAAADc/HA9_6U_4dLs/s320/IMG_2207_001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372417842391990114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Family Camp: This week was so much fun. It was just a week where a bunch of families came to camp as a vacation for the week and got to do a bunch of the regular camp activities and for a couple hours during the morning me and a couple of the other staff were put in charge of watching the babies. The above picture is Cohen he was my buddy for the entire week and he was also a big boy. I think my biceps enhanced just from that week alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/So6rNYK9r4I/AAAAAAAAADk/EOMg0x3csXM/s320/5211_512602205289_137800813_30539128_2207970_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372419651814666114" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over one of the weekends there was a free concert being put on at Arnalds Park. One of the really cool bands that came was KJ 52. He is an awesome Christian rap singer. Now this is a picture of us going out to eat and the guy that took the picture said, "alright now everybody say I'm gay." As you can tell from my facial expression my mouth dropped. &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SpqMbZmwhtI/AAAAAAAAADs/ntEn41j_PMY/s1600-h/5971_512711401459_137800813_30544362_2525096_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SpqMbZmwhtI/AAAAAAAAADs/ntEn41j_PMY/s320/5971_512711401459_137800813_30544362_2525096_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375763507577915090" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh just one of the many times I took a nap during the meals. Once it got closer to the end of camp, the rest of my summer started to catch up with me. For like a couple weeks I was really tired.&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SpqNXi-_eWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b4cTkMzlW30/s1600-h/5971_512711411439_137800813_30544364_3417828_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SpqNXi-_eWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b4cTkMzlW30/s320/5971_512711411439_137800813_30544364_3417828_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375764540887628130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here was the last day camp that I was on and the last day camp of the summer. It was on site and we had am amazing 1:1 ratio talk about easy :-) They were an amazing group of girls to.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9157196295755303860-4005292004516917306?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4005292004516917306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-of-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/4005292004516917306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/4005292004516917306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-of-camp.html' title='Last of Camp'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/So6nkI4trBI/AAAAAAAAADU/P7U1XHlnbFU/s72-c/IMG_2117_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-4636602923809586681</id><published>2009-07-03T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:47:05.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Update 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Camp has been amazing I have loved every minute of it. Here are some photos from each week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&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;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/Sk6JgrxNk7I/AAAAAAAAADM/l80cwpBngSc/s320/4615_512008724629_137800813_30510071_2198004_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354368201588052914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/Sk6EMBsQ4JI/AAAAAAAAACk/CUh5R89ruwg/s1600-h/4615_512008714649_137800813_30510069_2898519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/Sk6EMBsQ4JI/AAAAAAAAACk/CUh5R89ruwg/s320/4615_512008714649_137800813_30510069_2898519_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354362349137485970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/Sk6EMBsQ4JI/AAAAAAAAACk/CUh5R89ruwg/s1600-h/4615_512008714649_137800813_30510069_2898519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first week I was on day camp so I was in Eagle Grove. The first picture is the cabin we stayed in loved the cabin hated the food it was all expired :-( so we really didn't get to eat at all. The first row of kids is the group I had I loved them all.&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;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/Sk6ErViHUjI/AAAAAAAAACs/uxS5yooOZHo/s320/camp_101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354362887039570482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week 2 I was a counselor and loved that to. I will say it was really weird to have my own cabin and being in charge of a group of girls :-| there were ups and downs but it was a great experience. I had a girl in my cabin that talked 24/7 and they were some of the stupidest things that she would talk about, oh and did I mention that she love Shania Twain so obviously I heard a lot about her to.&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;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/Sk6GK9DYEcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fvJZpvgwi-M/s320/IMG_1408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354364529735635394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/Sk6Gr5yaFlI/AAAAAAAAADE/BbHqzitkjmo/s320/SANY1468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354365095794841170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/Sk6GZkKmiXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6XMwuA-nOGY/s320/IMG_1424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354364780753095026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week 3 I was on support staff. So I got to work in the kitchen, scare the crap out of the cabins that would come and do kitchen rads at night haha oh my was that a blast. There was a sour cream fight during the week also a couple water fights to. Probably the most fun part was when we got to do some demolition in the lagoon. I got to rip a dock out, the picture about is of me in my rain boots getting ready to go do it. There was no way I was going to have any leaches on me for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week 4 was special needs week so we were all in cabins there were 4 counselors in each cabin. This was probably the hardest week ever and the most rewarding to. It was emotionally draining but well worth seeing how much they loved God and how much they loved and cared for each other. When one would start caring because a song reminded them of their father everybody would go over and hug and talk with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This coming up week I have first timers they are 1st graders I am really looking forward to it. I love this age group they are so much fun. Well more later got to go&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/9157196295755303860-4636602923809586681?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4636602923809586681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/camp-update-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/4636602923809586681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/4636602923809586681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/camp-update-2.html' title='Camp Update 2'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/Sk6JgrxNk7I/AAAAAAAAADM/l80cwpBngSc/s72-c/4615_512008724629_137800813_30510071_2198004_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-6711011973106519001</id><published>2009-06-03T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:18:53.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Update</title><content type='html'>For those of you that might be wondering how I am doing. Everything is going great this week we have had a lot of down time between training, so thats been really nice it's given me the opportunity to meet and get to know everybody. This week on sunday is when kids start showing up, I am really pumped for that. When I first got here I was really worried I would not like it because it's such a different atmosphere for me and plus I didn't know anybody. But now I am considered the gentle hearted one. A couple guys like to pick on me and everybody has started calling me Q (probably because there are also 2 other Amanda's). But anyways break is almost over, I will update when I get the next chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-6711011973106519001?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6711011973106519001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/6711011973106519001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/6711011973106519001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-update.html' title='Camp Update'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-1049804488544785353</id><published>2009-05-30T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:13:55.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After only one week</title><content type='html'>So after being gone only one week so far and then coming home for 3 days I am so tired. Poor Maxie my heart breaks at the thought that she thinks that I left her :-( lets just say friday night she slept on my bed most of the night. Emma has gotten so much bigger and is still my bestest girl and I love her so much. Well like I said I am tired so I will update more later but as for right now a N-A-P is sounding amazing right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-1049804488544785353?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1049804488544785353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-only-one-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/1049804488544785353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/1049804488544785353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-only-one-week.html' title='After only one week'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-8200146794086444175</id><published>2009-03-10T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:25:49.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the deal?</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you all are thinking the same thing I am. What in the world is going on? Mother nature is being really mean this year, she gives us all those B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L days this last couple weeks and then we get this today. :-( It took me at least 20 minutes to get the ice off of my windshield this morning before I could go to class and I was just making it so that I could see while I was driving. And then the wind picked up while I was in class so now it's even colder, and here I was looking forward to going running today with my buddy Jiwoo &amp;amp; Maxie but I guess that is not going to happen. I just want spring to come does anybody know when it is going to finally decide to show up?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm done with my whine fest now. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-8200146794086444175?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8200146794086444175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/8200146794086444175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/8200146794086444175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-deal.html' title='What is the deal?'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-6734015407174287999</id><published>2009-03-01T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:53:11.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New?</title><content type='html'>So my mother informed me the other day, "Amanda you need to update you blog, it's been awhile" haha oh how my mother makes me laugh. Well here you go mom.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lately I've been thinking about what I plan on doing once I finish school here at USF. Most would think well go find a job, but not me. Instead I am thinking about going to further my education at the University of Minnesota in the Twin Cities, me the one who is academically challenged going to go through more school, some would say that there is something seriously wrong with that but I just laugh cause I do know I'm crazy. So if I were to do this I would do a Graduate Studies in Art and Child Psychology and then also get my undergraduate in dance. I think it would be an amazing opportunity for me and an awesome experience. Although I do have some fears about it, for starts I would have to move away from home and be away from my family for a long period of time, which I have never really done before. I'm afraid of missing too much in E's life and her growing up, it just breaks my heart thinking about it. Also another thing would be me and Maxie finding a place in the City where she would be aloud to live to, and financially being able to afford everything. Cause it would be my first time living on my own and being in charge of "surviving" I guess I will just have to have faith that whatever happens is what God want's to happen in my life and that I just need top pray and whatever I need will be provided. Well that's all for right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-6734015407174287999?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6734015407174287999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/6734015407174287999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/6734015407174287999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-knew.html' title='What&apos;s New?'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-1568778736558268754</id><published>2009-02-08T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:00:10.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Parent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Today I was asked if I would be one of Pip's God parents (he is my baby cousin, not his real name). Oh what a feeling I know being a God parent isn't the same as it was back in the "olden" days but still. The fact that somebody feels as though I would be a wonderful example for their child means a lot to me. So I am going to do some praying about it just to make sure God feels that I would be a good person for "the job" but in my heart it feels right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and school is going to be crazy this semester. What was I thinking taking 6 classes, there has got to be something seriously wrong in my head for me to do that haha. I just keep reminding myself that I can do anything as long as I stay positive and try not to get stressed out about everything going on. I know I can do it, it's just sometimes I have a tendency to take on to much and well if you were to ask my mother I turn into kind of a grouch. But I am working on that :-| but I better get back to working on homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;      Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-1568778736558268754?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1568778736558268754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-parent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/1568778736558268754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/1568778736558268754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-parent.html' title='God Parent?'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-3195460990813816195</id><published>2009-01-27T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:59:58.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Been Going On?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Lately I have been talking to a guy that I really like. We went to elementary school together and we also attended high school together. This past summer we reconnected and started talking again, it's been really nice to talk to somebody outside of my house that can always shine a different perspective on a situation. He is a really sweet and very shy guy, and another thing that I love about him is that he isn't one of those guy's that treat women like they are meat or that he needs to get with a girl for fun. He's one of those that loves talking about his passion's and life, and he loves giving a girl compliments left and right, which I am not doing any complaining about, what girl doesn't love it when a man gives them compliments left and right. The only down fall he does have though is that he never thinks he's good enough and (well I guess I meant he has 2 down falls) he hasn't realized that there is a world outside of football yet though, but lets just say that's a work in progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh WOW! I can't believe J-term is going to be done on this Friday. Woot Woot I am so ready to be done with Biology but so not ready to start second semester. Cause once second semester starts that means that the end of the school year is fast approaching which means I will be turning 21 in August and that I will be a junior. I am not ready to be 21, I don't think I should be aloud to turn 21. Heck I still watch the disney channel and listen to the Jonas Brothers...haha, what kind of 21 year old does that. Oh not to mention I only have to buy 3 books for second semester and they are going to cost me a little over $200 and thats just for 3 books. Well I just pray that second semester goes well and that I don't get to overly stressed out haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-3195460990813816195?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3195460990813816195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-been-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/3195460990813816195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/3195460990813816195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-been-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s Been Going On?'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-7071773204306847324</id><published>2009-01-17T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:59:43.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Want To Do Before I Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Travel to Ethiopia to meet my child that I sponsor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Own my own house out in the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Travel to Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Make it through college...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Have at least 5-6 kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Adopt children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Have at least 3-4 dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Write a children's book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Open my own dance school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Become a wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Go backpacking through Alaska.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sell some of my artwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Start my own Art Therapy program at a children's hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Get certified as a Yoga instructor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Start my own community garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Build a house for somebody who really needs one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Visit Walt Disney World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Visit Disney Land and hug Mickey and Minnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Adopt animals who have no where else to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Save animals from abuse and neglect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Save children from abuse and neglect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Send my parents on a trip for the honeymoon they never got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Show my middle sister that I do love &amp;amp; care for her, but I'm not the only one God loves her no matter what &amp;amp; that he has &amp;amp; will always be there for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Bungee jump off a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-7071773204306847324?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7071773204306847324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-want-to-do-before-i-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/7071773204306847324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/7071773204306847324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-want-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='What I Want To Do Before I Die'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-5099167758855762763</id><published>2009-01-11T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:59:29.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"30 Things I Would Rather Do Than Homework"</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;playing with my dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;doing laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;spend time with family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;play with my buddy Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;spend time with my best girls Gracie &amp;amp; Ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;spend time with my grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;spend time with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;garden with my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;go for a bike ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;go for a walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;play in the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;go ice skating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;go rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;go for a hike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;play games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;go to the zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;watch movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;snuggle up under blankets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;just talk with somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;watch movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;redesign my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;do yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;bake cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;go to church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-5099167758855762763?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5099167758855762763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/30-things-i-would-rather-do-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/5099167758855762763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/5099167758855762763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/30-things-i-would-rather-do-than.html' title='&quot;30 Things I Would Rather Do Than Homework&quot;'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-8515298806991517979</id><published>2009-01-05T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:59:13.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Today was the first day back and I wanted to die. Sitting in a science class for 4 hours just about killed me. But my professor seems like he will be a fun, he picked on me because of my curly hair it made me laugh so hard. I haven't been able to start my homework other wise known as reading because my book hasn't gotten here yet. I really hope it shows up soon, because I would really like to not fall behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I finally made it to the studio today to take down all the Christmas decorations. Thought it was a good idea considering classes started back up today. I've also decided that next year instead off putting them up all by myself and it taking me 4 hours to do. I am going to ask if some of the other teachers want to help to and I'm also going to ask some of the older students to. That way it only takes an hour or two. But I did manage to get it all taken down before kids started showing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I also had to pick up Emma from great grandma's(GG) today. It has been such a long time since I have had to pick her up. It was kinda nice, GG said she didn't think she was feeling well because she hardly ate her lunch and she wasn't drinking her bob(bottle) she also said she was being grumpy to. Oh what am interesting afternoon we had. But I love peanut and we had fun at the same time even though we were grumpy... Well I better get going my girl is telling me she has to go potty. Goodnight and sleep well :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-8515298806991517979?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8515298806991517979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/8515298806991517979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/8515298806991517979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my.html' title='Oh my!'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-8921946582712241839</id><published>2009-01-03T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:58:49.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The end of Christmas break is fast approaching. And soon I will be starting my Biology class at 8:00 am until 12:00 everyday for the entire month of January, oh the joy a science class. Actually to tell the truth I am looking forward to it, for starters I get to take it with my best friend Nana Mae study buddies for life...lol also I got a good professor so he should make it fun. The one thing I am not looking forward to as much is that fact that we have to get through one chapter each week and we also have a test each week to. It's going to be a lot of work. I  just pray that I have the energy to get through it. Oh but my mom did find my book $90.00 cheaper than what the school was charging for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;There is one thing that is going to be uncomfortable, my ex boyfriend's (who I still care for) girlfriend is in the class. So not looking forward to seeing her everyday. Trust me that will not be the highlight of my day at all. Owell I guess there's not much I can do about it but always look better than she does everyday...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-8921946582712241839?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8921946582712241839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-break.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/8921946582712241839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/8921946582712241839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-break.html' title='The End of Break'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-1324698857867154833</id><published>2009-01-02T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:58:30.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.impactlab.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/broken-heart-940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://www.impactlab.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/broken-heart-940.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sickcyclecarousel.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/broken_heart_by_starry_eyedkid-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Does anybody have any idea on how to get over past loves if you do i would really appreciate some advice. He's all I think about and I hate it, and the worst part is we go to the same school. So seeing him everyday is kinda a pain in the butt to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9157196295755303860-1324698857867154833?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1324698857867154833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/1324698857867154833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/1324698857867154833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157196295755303860.post-7046631790361621305</id><published>2009-01-02T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:57:56.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;This is probably my all time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; passage from the Bible, and it will more than likely be read at my wedding (only if that happens). I love reading this passage because it always reminds me of the love that the Lord has for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoice with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157196295755303860-7046631790361621305?l=manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7046631790361621305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/7046631790361621305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157196295755303860/posts/default/7046631790361621305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manasthoughtsandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Mana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07386386404332386378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWYKoFw131Y/SV5LGhBsj5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FnqPFHp9UzA/S220/Quittem_Amanda_033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
