<?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-3359242071918451402</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:51:43.210-08:00</updated><category term='A Bunch of Big Old Teddy Bears'/><title type='text'>The Moore Clan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-7207613272061462085</id><published>2010-05-19T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:53:04.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 and 4 of New York City</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know it's been a very long time since my last post, but here is our 3rd day in NYC...... We got up, dressed and headed to the subway. On the way to the subway we stopped at a little mom/pop market and got bagels and cream cheese for breakfast. By this time my allergies and sinuses are so bad I can't taste a thing. But I eat for my strength..ha... We then headed toward the Brooklyn Bridge. Once there we walked across it and back. It's exactly 1 mile but it seems like forever.... Once we got to the middle we all had a moment of reflecting the Miranda/Mike scene in Sex and the City.... After walking the Brooklyn Bridge we headed toward Manhattan. We walked around St. John's Cathedral. It's the largest cathedral in North America. Truly something to see. It was unreal!! Once we did that we found a little cafe and ate lunch. After lunch we started to make our way to 5th Avenue...Shopping baby.... We made a stop in Tiffany's. We also had a moment of reflecting the Tiffany scene in Sweet Home Alabama.... I found a necklace so I called Jimmy and asked him if I could buy a Tiffany necklace. His answer was "well, you're gonna buy it anyway I don't know why you're calling to ask". I then told him it was 2.5 million dollars and he changed his mind we quick. But I did find a cute little necklace and bought it for myself. This was my only chance to get a true Tiffany necklace, so I splurged. We then went into more stores and shopped around. After shopping we headed toward the apartment for some much needed rest. And yes, the elevator was working!! Woohoo!! After a rest we decided to get tickets to see the Lion King. It was unbelieveable. The costumes are unreal! After seeing the Lion King we went to Bond 55 for pizza, very expensive pizza. One of our pizzas had a lobster on it..ha.. After that we was too pooped to walk, so we took a cab. Man, after that cab ride, we all woke up! I think the cab driver was trying to see how fast he could go. Jennifer held my hand the entire time!! We finally got back to our apartment in one piece and went to sleep. By this time we all were so tired I don't remember my head falling on the pillow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Our last full day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I was completly miserable.... I was taking allergy and sinus meds around the clock! We got up very, very early and headed toward the subway. We went to the Brooklyn Tabernacle Church for Sunday service and also to see the Brooklyn Tabernacle choir. The choir was awesome!! The entire service was so uplifting and the people there were extremely nice. You felt like a part of their lives. I can't say how great the service was!! But, I did have meds in my system and I fell asleep during the preaching. I just felt so bad!! After church we went to the original Jonathan's Cheesecake for brunch and also cheesecake!! It was so good!!  We then headed back to Manhattan.  After changing clothes and resting a bit we decided to hit Macy's and any other place we missed or want to go back a second time.  We ended back at Times Square and say the freakey little man dressed as the tooth fairy running around.  Hugh Scott warned me of taking a picture of him, saying if we took a picture he would come up too us.  He was really putting on a show!!  Later we went back to the apartment and got dressed for our fancy meal, Gramercy Tavern!! Hugh Scott snuck out and had purchased all of us girls a necklace.  It is gorgeous!!!  The resturant serves a 6 course meal and you don't have a choice of food, they bring you what they make. And if you don't eat what they bring you,  you will have about 10 waiters asking if anything was wrong with the meal.  It was very, very nice.  After 6 courses, we were stuffed!!  We kind of got special treatment because Hugh Scott knows the manager of this resturant.  So we got about two more courses "this is from the kitchen"; and an extra bottle of wine "from the kitchen".  We were pampered!!  I could not force another bite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we got up and headed home.  The man on the 9th floor came up to get our keys.  Remember me saying that on the first night we got to our apartment from seeing Wicked, there were these "do not enter" signs on the door of the building.  Well, we asked the guy on the 9th floor what had happened.  He said that the people on the 4th floor apartment got caught selling knock off designer handbags and the Po Po raided them.  Selling design handbags!!!  I really enjoyed NYC, with the crazy sinuses and allergies!!  But, I was so glad to get back in Mississippi.  Not only did I miss my husband, I missed the south and my privacy.  In NYC it was so crowded that nobody has any privacy!!  I love living in the south!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-7207613272061462085?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/7207613272061462085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=7207613272061462085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7207613272061462085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7207613272061462085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-3-and-4-of-new-york-city.html' title='Day 3 and 4 of New York City'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-7723811197556658590</id><published>2010-04-04T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:05:12.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 2 of New York City:&lt;br /&gt;We woke up very sore from the two stair climbs we had to do the previous day.  I actually thought I was not going to make it out of the bed! Plus, my sinuses were starting to go haywired on me, so I doped up on ibuprophen and Alavert.  We all got dressed, very slowly and made our departure (yep, down 12 stories of walking the elevator still wasn't working), I guess around 8:00 or so.  Our first stop was Chelsea Market.  It was a big warehouse, the first floor was all of these resturants and little markets, the upper floors is where the shows from the The Food Network is filmed.  The public is only allowed on the first floor.  It was really quite neat.  We ate bagels with about a block of cream cheese on them.  Which, I had peanut butter on my bagel.  After breakfast we made our way to Ground Zero.  It was very surreal seeing the same place where such a tragedy happened.  We walked to Wall Street and saw the International Stock Exchange.  After that, we made our way to the ferry for the Statue of Liberty.  After standing in line, getting security checked, we finally boarded the ferry.  It was cool seeing the Statue of Liberty.  We didn't go up because after climbing up and down the stair at the apartment, we just didn't have it in us, especially since we probably would be walking up 12 stories when we get back to the apartment.  So we just walked around the outside of the statue and took pictures.  After the Statue of Liberty we ventured toward Little Italy and ate at a place called El Cattrell.  It's an authentic Italian place where they have the back room for "the godfather" to meet.  The food was good, although I was so conjested from my allergies I couldn't taste my food, I was just so thirsty.  I did make my way to the basement to the bathroom.  While on my way there were all of these photos of what looked like, to me, to be "the godfather".  After eating a late lunch we went to chinatown.  Chinatown was a little scary, and it was in the day!  I can only imagine how it would be at night.  Everyone was wanting us to buy from them.  Scary people would come up behind you and say "Louie" saying they had the Louis Vuitton purses to sell, or they could just say "Lou" letting you know they had some Louis Vuitton to sell.  Of course, it illegal to sell designer knockoffs, so that was their suttle way of letting you know they had some Louis.  At chinatown, every store I walked in I would start sneezing so I would have to walk back out.  My allergies went "postal" on me while in NYC.  After chinatown we decided to make our way back to the apartment.  When we got on our street we notice our little Rosa's Pizza Place sold cupcakes.  So, we decided to see how theirs were.  When we got to the cupcake counter Jennifer told the guy what cupcake she wanted and his response was, "Woa you guys are not from here....".  We told him that we were from Mississippi, so the rest of the week when we walked in he would hollar "Hey my Mississippi friends".  After buying the cupcakes, we went to the little corner store and I bought gatorade, water, and Mt. Dews (I needed caffine big time) preparing for the 12 story walk up.  I had already decided that I was going to take my sweet time in the walk up.  Once we got to the apartment building, guess what, THE ELEVATOR WAS WORKING!!  We all was saying a prayer!!  We went up and decided to check out the cupcakes.  They were so much better than the Magnolia Cupcakes!!  They cake was so moist and the icing was wonderful!!  It was pure bliss!!  We all took a power nap, got refreshed, and then ventured out for the night.  We went to the top of Rockerfella Center.  It was absolutely beautiful!  If you're ever in NYC I highly recommend it!  After we got back down we walked around Rockerfella Center and saw the famous ice skating rink, the flags and all.  We then went to Big Daddy's Diner to eat dinner.  It's a nice little 50's diner.  After dinner we went back to Times Square and walked around some more.  Late that night we then went back to the apartment and crashed!!  Next post, I'll talk about day 3!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-7723811197556658590?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/7723811197556658590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=7723811197556658590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7723811197556658590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7723811197556658590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-2-of-new-york-city-we-woke-up-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-2989466774474624553</id><published>2010-04-02T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T17:40:39.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City (378 photos), by Amy Moore</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3MDI1ODc2NTc5OSZwdD*xMjcwMjU4ODc3Njc*JnA9NjUxMzIxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1iNDQ*MmJjYWNmNzQ*/N2MyYTZhMGU*ZTJlOWRhYWRmOSZvZj*w.gif" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.walmart.com/fbshareredirect/p=93521270258765692/l=305749005/g=1792415005/redirectURL=share/otsi=SALBBL/AlbumID=2742627005/a=1792415005_1792415005/usercomments=I_xqd%20like%20to%20share%20my%20Walmart%20Digital%20Photo%20Center%20photos%20with%20you.%20Once%20you%20have%20checked%20out%20my%20photos%20you%20can%20order%20prints%20and%20upload%20your%20own%20photos%20to%20share./counttext=378%20photos/COBRAND_NAME=walmart/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.walmart.com/fbshareredirect/p=93521270258765692/l=305749005/g=1792415005/redirectURL=share/otsi=SALBBL/AlbumID=2742627005/a=1792415005_1792415005/usercomments=I_xqd%20like%20to%20share%20my%20Walmart%20Digital%20Photo%20Center%20photos%20with%20you.%20Once%20you%20have%20checked%20out%20my%20photos%20you%20can%20order%20prints%20and%20upload%20your%20own%20photos%20to%20share./counttext=378%20photos/COBRAND_NAME=walmart/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.walmart.com/getimagetnurl/AlbumID=2742627005/a=1792415005_1792415005/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.walmart.com/fbshareredirect/p=93521270258765692/l=305749005/g=1792415005/redirectURL=share/otsi=SALBBL/AlbumID=2742627005/a=1792415005_1792415005/usercomments=I_xqd%20like%20to%20share%20my%20Walmart%20Digital%20Photo%20Center%20photos%20with%20you.%20Once%20you%20have%20checked%20out%20my%20photos%20you%20can%20order%20prints%20and%20upload%20your%20own%20photos%20to%20share./counttext=378%20photos/COBRAND_NAME=walmart/"&gt;I'd like to share my Walmart Digital Photo Center photos with you. Once you have checked out my photos you can order prints and upload your own photos to share.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures of my New York trip. We had a great time!! Here is a play by play of our trip:&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;Got to New York and had our first cab ride to our apartment. We were able to rent an apartment cheaper than getting hotel rooms. We stayed in the old business district. Not the most beautiful site outside, but it was true New York style! Our apartment was on the 12th floor, which was the very top. We got in the elevator with a guy and the first thing he asked us was "Are you guys with the movies?" We just kind of looked at each other and said a very slow, "nooo" and then he told us that Law and Order shoots a lot on this site. He told us that when they shoot inside this building they will shut down the elevator. Then he told us that Jay-Z has an apartment across the street. I thought that was very cool.... We then got settled in the apartment. We had a great view of the Empire State Building (which Amy Nell called it the Eiffel Tower the entire time) and the apartment was really nice and big. It was on 28th Street. When you looked down our street we was looking at the School of Designs. We walked down our street and found a nice little cafe and ate lunch. It was really good. Anyway, we took the subway to Rockerfeller Center and just walked around. We walked to Central Park and took a horse and carriage ride. It was really cool. We then walked around Central Park and took pictures. We went to Magnolia Cupcakes (the same that's on Sex and the City) and got some cupcakes. We then went back to the apartment, and guess what, the elevator wasn't working. So, we walked 12 stories to the apartment. When we got to the 4th floor, there were cops in the doorway not letting anyone on the 4th floor apartment. Which had our minds wondering what was going on... Once we got to the apartment we all had to catch our breaths!! We ate our cupcakes and were very disappointed in them. The cake part was dry and the icing had no flavor!! After resting a little while we got ready and went to Broadway to watch Wicked. It was AWESOME!! After Wicked we walked Times Square. The lights, people, traffic was all amazing!! I had never seen anything like it. We saw the famous New Year's Ball!! We then took the subway back to our street and stopped at the corner pizza place, Rosa's Pizza, and got pizza for dinner. After a long night we got back to the apartment.  There was a note on the complex door saying "Court Order, this building has been condemmed.  Anyone entering can be arrested" or something to that effect.  Our first instict was to panic because all of our stuff was up on the 12th floor, but then we decided to take a chance as to it was probably talking about the 4th floor.  So we decided to go in.  Hey, what could the do, arrest us?  And yes, the elevator still wasn't working, so walking upstair we did!! I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest!! I think I crashed when I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my next post I'll talk about our second day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-2989466774474624553?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/2989466774474624553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=2989466774474624553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/2989466774474624553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/2989466774474624553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-york-city-378-photos-by-amy-moore.html' title='New York City (378 photos), by Amy Moore'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-7052346510471679473</id><published>2010-03-03T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:10:47.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>On February 14th I celebrated my birthday! I am so blessed to be able to survive another year, and hopefully many more years to come! The night before my birthday David &amp;amp; Elizabeth cooked dinner for the family. It was great! For my birthday gift, Andrew, Kate &amp;amp; Claire got me a heart full of chocolate! And it just wasn't the cheap assorted filled chocolates, it was the yummy chocolate truffles! Below are a few pics from that night: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S453c14ydaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mIqJl_QLuJQ/s1600-h/DSCF1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444420336922817954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S453c14ydaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mIqJl_QLuJQ/s200/DSCF1455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S453wiBWnhI/AAAAAAAAAh8/71mEtNQHP0A/s1600-h/DSCF1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444420675187416594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S453wiBWnhI/AAAAAAAAAh8/71mEtNQHP0A/s200/DSCF1467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate couldn't stand the thought of me not having any candles to blow out. So, these two candles were all Elizabeth could find. So that means I'm 21, ha..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S454OxUJARI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7dxVDSrNp58/s1600-h/DSCF1468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444421194688823570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S454OxUJARI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7dxVDSrNp58/s200/DSCF1468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S454n5ZUNfI/AAAAAAAAAiM/pbmnH_SGXBc/s1600-h/DSCF1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444421626354742770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S454n5ZUNfI/AAAAAAAAAiM/pbmnH_SGXBc/s200/DSCF1471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Claire was screaming "cheese" on this first pic... She is really growing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S455DTHbjtI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jm6863hKP3Q/s1600-h/DSCF1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444422097115516626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S455DTHbjtI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jm6863hKP3Q/s200/DSCF1459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S455WcLAGoI/AAAAAAAAAic/luBOzGk8rUg/s1600-h/DSCF1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444422425963928194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S455WcLAGoI/AAAAAAAAAic/luBOzGk8rUg/s200/DSCF1460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate &amp;amp; Claire has gotten their hair cut, don't they look so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My actual birthday was on a Sunday.  So after Sunday School, Jimmy and I played hookey and skipped morning service, Jimmy took me out for lunch.  We then went to Bass Pro and I got some walking boots and smartwool socks for my NYC trip.  We just had a nice day out, we went to a little western store south of Jackson (Jimmy is looking for a new pair of boots).  We then just rode around Jackson.  It was a great birthday!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, when we got back home from Jackson, I was told that during the church service someone announced, "Amy's not here today because Jimmy took her out for her birthday and then they were just spending the day together".  That's a small town for you, your business is everybody's business..., ha!!  Gotta love Vaughan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-7052346510471679473?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/7052346510471679473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=7052346510471679473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7052346510471679473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7052346510471679473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S453c14ydaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mIqJl_QLuJQ/s72-c/DSCF1455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-3969862701420078469</id><published>2010-03-02T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T06:46:08.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Vaughan!</title><content type='html'>February 2nd we celebrated Tracy's birthday. How old is she now??? 40??? ha..!! Big sis, I love you, even if you are getting old..he..he...! Also IT SNOWED IN VAUGHAN, MS!! Yep, you heard me right and I have the pics to prove it! It was the perfect snow that lasted for about a day and it was over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42CvnGMq3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/whd-N5E-a4Y/s1600-h/DSCF1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444151279021239154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42CvnGMq3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/whd-N5E-a4Y/s200/DSCF1316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42DL6xW8LI/AAAAAAAAAg8/5Xhs8We4Gio/s1600-h/DSCF1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444151765338878130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42DL6xW8LI/AAAAAAAAAg8/5Xhs8We4Gio/s200/DSCF1323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of our house                On Moore Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42DhrzJkGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/obVV0KpftWY/s1600-h/DSCF1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444152139276980322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42DhrzJkGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/obVV0KpftWY/s200/DSCF1326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42EAcZfu6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/6yep34J66pU/s1600-h/DSCF1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444152667718794146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42EAcZfu6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/6yep34J66pU/s200/DSCF1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy's brothers place          Jimmy throwing a snowball at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42ElB-cGcI/AAAAAAAAAhU/sm7nav4S5UA/s1600-h/DSCF1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444153296281147842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42ElB-cGcI/AAAAAAAAAhU/sm7nav4S5UA/s200/DSCF1335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42E-9vs51I/AAAAAAAAAhc/7KISfwlPrOw/s1600-h/DSCF1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444153741822191442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42E-9vs51I/AAAAAAAAAhc/7KISfwlPrOw/s200/DSCF1336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My church, Ellison United Methodist Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42Fe9NNTVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/hvdLuConqf0/s1600-h/DSCF1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444154291433327954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42Fe9NNTVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/hvdLuConqf0/s200/DSCF1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42F65DElJI/AAAAAAAAAhs/yqVsoijWk7Y/s1600-h/DSCF1435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444154771353408658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42F65DElJI/AAAAAAAAAhs/yqVsoijWk7Y/s200/DSCF1435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tree really stands out!       A little hidden pond beside my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-3969862701420078469?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/3969862701420078469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=3969862701420078469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/3969862701420078469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/3969862701420078469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2010/03/snow-in-vaughan.html' title='Snow in Vaughan!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S42CvnGMq3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/whd-N5E-a4Y/s72-c/DSCF1316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-67667136515441609</id><published>2010-02-26T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:23:56.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December.....</title><content type='html'>Yes, December came and went in a flash! The first part of December the christian group Casting Crowns came to Jackson. I had no intentions of going to the concert. The past couple of weeks before we had lost two special church members due to cancer and I was totally in an emotional state. Sometimes when bad things happen it doesn't really hit me until a week or so after it happens and at the time of the concert I was emotional. But the day before the concert a lady from another office calls me out of the blue and tells me she has tickets and wanted to know if I would go with her. Something inside just urged me to go, so I told her yes. I also warned her that I may cry during the entire concert. The concert was unbelievable!! Totally amazing!! If you have never been to see Casting Crowns I strongly urge you to go! My friend is married to someone in who has some "coliseum pull", so she had us great seats!! I will always be grateful for her asking me to the concert. It was exactly what I needed. Below is a few pics. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4feDmK1GlI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Q40gruxI_BA/s1600-h/DSCF1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442562828067478098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4feDmK1GlI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Q40gruxI_BA/s200/DSCF1291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4ffKY3V4-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/_Dr6dtjcRTg/s1600-h/DSCF1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442564044266791906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4ffKY3V4-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/_Dr6dtjcRTg/s200/DSCF1296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every December Dee (my mom), Tracy and I go to Tupelo shopping. We always go the weekend of the Tupelo Flea Market. This year was a blast! It was cold, it was raining, but we had the most fun! While making my way to Tupelo I stopped at Starkville and had lunch with my girlfriends, Janna, Tina and Mary Ann. It was great seeing them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fg5nrMl1I/AAAAAAAAAfc/3bjz4qghIPM/s1600-h/DSCF1301+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442565955207862098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fg5nrMl1I/AAAAAAAAAfc/3bjz4qghIPM/s200/DSCF1301+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night while in Tupelo, we went to Outback to eat. While waiting for a table we all were sitting on a couch, behind the doors, a place that's kind of hidden from everyone. I got out my camera and wanted to get a picture of the three of us together. When I say that my mom is not very photogenic, I do mean it to be ugle, I'm being truthful. We would take a picture, look at it and just start laughing. Those of you who knows Dee, when she starts laughing, she has a very loud cackle that she can't just shut off... It goes on and on and on... It took a lot of tries to finally get a picture that we all were happy with. Below is the good, the bad and the ugly.... Dee would kill me if she knew I'm posting these pictures, ha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fi6zyKCPI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1wmkJ5nU-Lg/s1600-h/DSCF1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442568174661404914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fi6zyKCPI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1wmkJ5nU-Lg/s200/DSCF1306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fjStGMlbI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FOBuI-Pza3E/s1600-h/DSCF1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442568585183270322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fjStGMlbI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FOBuI-Pza3E/s200/DSCF1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, open your eyes!! Tracy, you're halfway out of the pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fj4OconTI/AAAAAAAAAf0/EvigSv9nfvc/s1600-h/DSCF1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442569229790911794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fj4OconTI/AAAAAAAAAf0/EvigSv9nfvc/s200/DSCF1307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fkOT_NmUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/nAteUu5MUxU/s1600-h/DSCF1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442569609235241282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fkOT_NmUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/nAteUu5MUxU/s200/DSCF1305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, mom, put the glasses back on. Tracy is still all not in there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fkrHOczZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/kmbDSqwmu0w/s1600-h/DSCF1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442570104025697682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fkrHOczZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/kmbDSqwmu0w/s200/DSCF1308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4flBVjGTUI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TyWhHUcnlEc/s1600-h/DSCF1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442570485827521858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4flBVjGTUI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TyWhHUcnlEc/s200/DSCF1304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our best two pics....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4flwmvQcrI/AAAAAAAAAgU/NDD4DiWAgq4/s1600-h/DSCF1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442571297895772850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4flwmvQcrI/AAAAAAAAAgU/NDD4DiWAgq4/s200/DSCF1309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fmGwa_pfI/AAAAAAAAAgc/DJotDH7MM6w/s1600-h/DSCF1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442571678452262386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fmGwa_pfI/AAAAAAAAAgc/DJotDH7MM6w/s200/DSCF1311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who we caught trying to catch a snooze in the massage chair at Bed, Bath and Beyond...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they were ready for us to leave...ha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took off work the week of Christmas. The day it decides to rain (all day) Jimmy finds a pack rat in our camper, and he was doing damage!! Needless to say I was not a "happy camper"! We had to get everything out, clean up the damage in the pouring rain!! Below is a pic of it's nice little nest we found when we pulled the drawers out. Yes, those are my dish towels, washing towels, towels, leaves and acorns. Tons, tons, tons of acorns.... He was ready for the cold!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fnk1JXriI/AAAAAAAAAgk/qY7umxJYdhA/s1600-h/DSCF1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442573294628220450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fnk1JXriI/AAAAAAAAAgk/qY7umxJYdhA/s200/DSCF1312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fn4ApZWSI/AAAAAAAAAgs/GW6jRiuWyX8/s1600-h/DSCF1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442573624132852002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fn4ApZWSI/AAAAAAAAAgs/GW6jRiuWyX8/s200/DSCF1313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How gross!! Even after finding the nest, we still haven't found the rodent! Pack rats are not stupid! He knew exactly where the traps were. It was like he was teasing us. But, finally, on Christmas Day morning, we went to the camper and guess who we caught!! Needless to say, no more pack rat!!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was great! We went to Philly on Christmas Eve. Unwrapped gifts with our immediate family, then all of the cousins, aunts and uncles came over and we played dirty santa. We always have fun when we play dirty santa! I got a Calvin Klein perfume gift set, love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always enjoy the ride home on Christmas Eve night. I love seeing all of the Christmas lights and listening to the Christmas music on the radio! Christmas morning we got up early, went to Little David and Elizabeth's house and watched the kids (Claire, Kate and Andrew) open up Santa gifts. Then we went to Jimmy's parent's house, had breakfast then unwrapped gifts over there. And back at the house around 8:00 a.m. for a quick nap!! And I didn't take the first picture during the Christmas holiday!! I actually forgot my camera!! But I did enjoy watching everyone this year and not saying "look this way", "smile".... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-67667136515441609?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/67667136515441609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=67667136515441609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/67667136515441609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/67667136515441609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2010/02/december.html' title='December.....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4feDmK1GlI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Q40gruxI_BA/s72-c/DSCF1291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-7074630589626807399</id><published>2010-02-26T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T06:29:44.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Caught Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know. It's been forever since I've made a post! I hate to use the excuse "I've been busy", but I have. It seems like everything happens all at once! We had a great Thanksgiving. Mark (Jimmy's brother), Sarah, Benjamin and Nicholas drove down all the way from Holly, Michigan to spend the holiday with us. Benjamin and Nicholas is getting so big! Below are a few pics of their visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fW-Dhv7hI/AAAAAAAAAec/vf09ej6eMC0/s1600-h/DSCF1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442555036287626770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fW-Dhv7hI/AAAAAAAAAec/vf09ej6eMC0/s200/DSCF1226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fYPz2tQOI/AAAAAAAAAek/px19z43URbo/s1600-h/DSCF1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442556440829837538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fYPz2tQOI/AAAAAAAAAek/px19z43URbo/s200/DSCF1229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blowing bubbles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fYxxARnjI/AAAAAAAAAes/vJe3WYw8T94/s1600-h/DSCF1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442557024180215346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fYxxARnjI/AAAAAAAAAes/vJe3WYw8T94/s200/DSCF1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fZbmxDKGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/V62e7HrGgng/s1600-h/DSCF1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442557742986504290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fZbmxDKGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/V62e7HrGgng/s200/DSCF1233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing with Uncle Hugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4faDipKm2I/AAAAAAAAAe8/KQlop3BqG9Q/s1600-h/DSCF1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442558429074463586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4faDipKm2I/AAAAAAAAAe8/KQlop3BqG9Q/s200/DSCF1249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fag8dVFHI/AAAAAAAAAfE/BHs3T5itR6M/s1600-h/DSCF1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442558934220346482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fag8dVFHI/AAAAAAAAAfE/BHs3T5itR6M/s200/DSCF1272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the grandparents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-7074630589626807399?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/7074630589626807399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=7074630589626807399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7074630589626807399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7074630589626807399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2010/02/getting-caught-up.html' title='Getting Caught Up'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/S4fW-Dhv7hI/AAAAAAAAAec/vf09ej6eMC0/s72-c/DSCF1226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-9129986561540247243</id><published>2009-12-04T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:36:28.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in Philly</title><content type='html'>The Wednesday night before Thanksgiving we had dinner at Uncle Keith and Aunt Marsha's house. We had a full house; but loads of fun. This year our family had added two new additions; My cousin Brian and LeAnn had their first baby this past November, Miss Adela Lillis. And my cousin Brock and Allyson added another addition this past August, Mr. Knox Lillis. Brock and Allyson lives in Clarksville, TN, so this is the first for a lot of us to see Knox. It was also great seeing Knox's older sister and brother, Mia and Brax. From the pictures below you can see how much fun we all had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxlfWHMZPFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/bnfaVa4ouG8/s1600-h/DSCF1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411461260755156050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxlfWHMZPFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/bnfaVa4ouG8/s200/DSCF1189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxlfyW9EyrI/AAAAAAAAAdU/1C5Da4wVdJ0/s1600-h/DSCF1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411461746022206130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxlfyW9EyrI/AAAAAAAAAdU/1C5Da4wVdJ0/s200/DSCF1190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding Knox; and Casey is holding Adela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxlhOQG0lHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/_um-x4UIAtw/s1600-h/DSCF1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411463324732003442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxlhOQG0lHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/_um-x4UIAtw/s200/DSCF1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sxlhf531qII/AAAAAAAAAd8/RSOmIGF7-aE/s1600-h/DSCF1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411463628001224834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sxlhf531qII/AAAAAAAAAd8/RSOmIGF7-aE/s200/DSCF1204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knox really took a liking to my sister, Tracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sxlg95plwsI/AAAAAAAAAds/NqUGQY8XJv0/s1600-h/DSCF1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411463043825910466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sxlg95plwsI/AAAAAAAAAds/NqUGQY8XJv0/s200/DSCF1197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia holding her cousin Adela for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxlgYi0pJ_I/AAAAAAAAAdk/_sFMmfcaZ5A/s1600-h/DSCF1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411462402043095026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxlgYi0pJ_I/AAAAAAAAAdk/_sFMmfcaZ5A/s200/DSCF1195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock, mom and Knox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxlgFhh_UiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/-DJadFYgI5g/s1600-h/DSCF1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411462075278905890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxlgFhh_UiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/-DJadFYgI5g/s200/DSCF1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxlhwnXTwxI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OU4tWhNrtac/s1600-h/DSCF1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411463915090723602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxlhwnXTwxI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OU4tWhNrtac/s200/DSCF1206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew, Jake, has a soft side when it comes to little babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxliEYj6qgI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NxUpCOWnP7Q/s1600-h/DSCF1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411464254714456578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxliEYj6qgI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NxUpCOWnP7Q/s200/DSCF1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Brax is proving that he's swallowing his food, ha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-9129986561540247243?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/9129986561540247243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=9129986561540247243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/9129986561540247243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/9129986561540247243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-in-philly.html' title='Thanksgiving in Philly'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxlfWHMZPFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/bnfaVa4ouG8/s72-c/DSCF1189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-5192958723645837356</id><published>2009-12-03T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T06:13:56.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Rememberance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxkY6LpdIWI/AAAAAAAAAdE/61widURB-Sc/s1600-h/DSCF1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxkY6LpdIWI/AAAAAAAAAdE/61widURB-Sc/s200/DSCF1127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411383815100506466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our community all got together and said goodbye to a dear friend.  Brian Campbell was not only our choir director, church member, neighbor; but he was also our friend.  The last couple of days, people shared their favorite "Brian" stories.  When I first met Brian I thought of him as being soft spoken, just a kind of person who kept to himself.  And in a way he did, he was not a boastful person, but once you start knowing Brian (and his wife JoAnn) they were such fun people who enjoyed life to the fullest.  If I ever saw the perfect soul mates, it was Brian and JoAnn.  They complemented each other very well!  The always did things together, it was never just Brian or just JoAnn; it was always Brian and JoAnn.  When they did things it just wasn't "ok", they believed in putting everything into what they did; they always gave their 110%!! And I just want to share my favorite "Brian and JoAnn" story:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 2006.  I was over the children's Christmas program that year.  And the program was split between a classroom, with a teacher telling the children about a story that took place in mexico years ago, and the story actually being acted out in "mexico".  So the children was part of the classroom scene and they would sing their songs; then the youth acted out the "mexico" scenes (and I had to bribe the youth with a pizza party).  Well, I only needed one adult male to play the mexican granpa.  The only problem, my mexican grandpa also had to sing a song (solo) and the children joined in.  So, when I asked Brian to be my grandpa and then I smiled and told him "oh, there is also a small song with a small part that you would have to sing, oh, and some of the singing you will be doing by yourself, he, he."  At first Brian just kind of looked at me; he sings very well but he don't enjoy solos.  So I told him "Brian if you do this I will owe you one."  And he just smiled and said, "well, in that case, you have a deal.  And I will be getting you back."  But the way he said it was all in fun.  So, here we go.  We all start practicing and start learning the songs.  Everything is going well.  A few weeks before the production Brian asked me what he needed to wear.  And I said just some overalls and maybe an old flannel shirt and a walking cane, just something a grandpa would wear.  I was already tired and I really didn't care at that point what my characters really looked like just as long as they showed up that Sunday morning.  Well, the morning of production when Brian and JoAnn came to the church Brian was a bonafide mexican grandpa.  From the clothes, the hair, JoAnn even drew a little mustache on his face.  He looked like a true mexican grandpa.  The youth guys thought Brian's mustache was so cool, so JoAnn had to draw mustaches on them, too.  And when we had the production, Brian came out there speaking with a mexican accent.  He even sang his solo with a mexican accent.  He was the bomb!  Like I said, when Brian does something, he puts his all in it and JoAnn was right there with him; she had him fixed to a tee! I was just in awe! Even with it being a small children's program; it became this huge fun production.  Oh, and remember, I told Brian if he did this favor for me, I will do a favor for him.  Well, he made true to that, too.  That next year when we had our adult cantata.  I had to sing a solo, and Amy does not do solos well.  I sing better when I'm blended with other voices.  I'll always watch what I say to people now..ha..  But it was all fun.  But I'll never forget the effort he put into his grandpa part that year; he gave it his all.  And that was the type of person he was. He gave it his all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fall when he got sick he still fought for all he had.  Today at his funeral the preacher told us that when Brian was in the hospital he told the preacher, "this won't end in death".  And actually it doesn't end in death, it stays in eternal life.  Death may be the end to this worldly life, but it's not the end...  The preacher also talked about the earth as being an inn, a place where people stays for a while and then leave.  We stay here on earth for a little while and then we will leave for eternal life.  But yet, there are so many people who are so focused on this "inn" on earth that we forget about where we go when we leave this earthly inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share a little bit about a person who meant so much to so many people.  Even though many of you may not know Brian, maybe you can get a glimpse of who he was by reading this blog.  Above is a picture I made of them this past Halloween.  You may not can tell, but Brian was very weak in this photo.  It took all he had to climb the porch stairs.  But I wanted you to see his precious family.  And see, even for Halloween, they give it their 110%!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-5192958723645837356?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/5192958723645837356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=5192958723645837356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/5192958723645837356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/5192958723645837356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-rememberance.html' title='In Rememberance'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SxkY6LpdIWI/AAAAAAAAAdE/61widURB-Sc/s72-c/DSCF1127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-6382818632768642602</id><published>2009-11-20T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:33:27.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adela Lillis</title><content type='html'>My cousin, Brian, and his wife, LeAnn, finally had their little bundle of joy. Miss Adela Lillis came into this world on November 4th weighing 8.06 lbs and 21 inches long. She has a head full of dark hair. Mom, baby and dad are doing great. Below are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SwbRPazTDSI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NWNOnGB3HqE/s1600/Adela+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406238465527581986" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SwbRPazTDSI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NWNOnGB3HqE/s200/Adela+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you want to pinch those cheeks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SwbR1Fj5KII/AAAAAAAAAcU/xSvZgdxxnr8/s1600/Adela+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406239112660854914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SwbR1Fj5KII/AAAAAAAAAcU/xSvZgdxxnr8/s200/Adela+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lillis Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SwbRm2uc_8I/AAAAAAAAAcM/VXpQvMrOKTo/s1600/Adela+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406238868160446402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SwbRm2uc_8I/AAAAAAAAAcM/VXpQvMrOKTo/s200/Adela+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's ok now that her Amy has her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SwbSKKIFNnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qavG2OxYJ2s/s1600/Adela+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406239474663634546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SwbSKKIFNnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qavG2OxYJ2s/s200/Adela+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proud dad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SwbSq_1EsRI/AAAAAAAAAck/R40pq8gLffU/s1600/Adela.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406240038835237138" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SwbSq_1EsRI/AAAAAAAAAck/R40pq8gLffU/s200/Adela.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precious door wreath&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/3359242071918451402-6382818632768642602?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/6382818632768642602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=6382818632768642602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/6382818632768642602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/6382818632768642602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/11/adela-lillis.html' title='Adela Lillis'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SwbRPazTDSI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NWNOnGB3HqE/s72-c/Adela+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-2920475519371244376</id><published>2009-11-16T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:12:50.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute To Our Farmers</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, it's been a very long time since my last post.  So many people has told me that I needed to update my post....  So here goes...  Things have just been so hectic for a while.  The farming year wasn't a good year, not just for my guys, but nationwide.  Please keep these farmers in your prayers.  Some people may not think of "farming" as a real job.  Yes, once the crops are out, equipment washed, oiled and put up for the next year, the guys have about three months off; but what people don't realize is that farming is not an 8-5/5 days a week job.  There are many, many nights that I take Jimmy's dinner to the field or he not come home until on in the night.  And they always work on Saturdays.  Their job just don't end at 5 p.m.  If it's not for our farmers we would not have food to eat or clothes to wear.  So many kids nowdays think food comes from the grocery store, they have no clue how food gets to the grocery store.  I guess it magically appears.  It's very sad.  It takes great faith to be a farmer.  Once that seed is planted in the ground, the rest is up to God.  It's very scary at times but it can also be a great learning experience.  My faith has tripled since I married Jimmy and live life as a farmer's wife.  But I wouldn't trade it for anything!  So the next time you go to the grocery store and buy your food, think of these farmers and say a little prayer for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-2920475519371244376?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/2920475519371244376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=2920475519371244376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/2920475519371244376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/2920475519371244376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/11/tribute-to-our-farmers.html' title='Tribute To Our Farmers'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-8915112663372662286</id><published>2009-08-04T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:36:04.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Summer!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this summer is almost gone! My, where did the summer go? I thought it would be nice to go back and recapture the happenings of our summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhUcY6iEDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/MqoRZqU74OM/s1600-h/Claire"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366131802712969266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhUcY6iEDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/MqoRZqU74OM/s200/Claire%27s1Bday+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhVLoUSGOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/jpsIm46tnsE/s1600-h/Claire"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366132614301358306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhVLoUSGOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/jpsIm46tnsE/s200/Claire%27s1Bday+(19).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May started off with my niece, Claire, 1st birthday! Notice big sister, Kate, is helping her with blowing the candles out. At first, Claire didn't know what to think about her cake, but it didn't take her long to figure it out. She had a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhWvKdBPfI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ylDYEPShx3k/s1600-h/Casey"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366134324271857138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhWvKdBPfI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ylDYEPShx3k/s200/Casey%27s+Graduation+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhXAmFmuXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_2ORntkq5k8/s1600-h/Casey"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366134623747619186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhXAmFmuXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_2ORntkq5k8/s200/Casey%27s+Graduation+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May ended with my first "baby girl" Casey graduating high school. This was an emotional time for me. Casey and I have this special bond since she was born, so, it's hard for me to let go. I'm so proud of her! She is planning to attend Co-Lin this fall and play softball. As of right now, she wants to attend Ole Miss next year and apply for the Pharmacy program. I think she will be great at it! But come next week that could change.... Oh to be young again... The second picture is my sister, Tracy, and her entire family; husband (Robin), Casey (graduating girl) and my two nephews, Jake (14) and Buck (10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhmhLhob4I/AAAAAAAAAak/EoUzOTBTZwc/s1600-h/DSCF0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366151676227514242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhmhLhob4I/AAAAAAAAAak/EoUzOTBTZwc/s200/DSCF0831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake has changed so much over the summer, even from this picture. He now towers well over me. I now have to look up to look at him; and we're not even going to talk about the change of his voice... And he has become such a nice looking young man! I just hope he can keep the girls off of him when he goes back to school! Or, do I need to come down there myself and knock the girls off of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhnNLfgixI/AAAAAAAAAas/q4LJq6rOyEQ/s1600-h/DSCF0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366152432132852498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhnNLfgixI/AAAAAAAAAas/q4LJq6rOyEQ/s200/DSCF0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Buck, well, he is in a class of his own.... He is this happy-go-lucky kid who tries to see the good in everything. This summer he went to army camp at Camp Shelby and LOVED IT! I think he's going to be our "soldier boy". Last night I got a friend request from Buck. Seems like he has his own facebook page.... What else will these boys do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhYQDtKNPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/nNz96kB5inc/s1600-h/Casey"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366135988907816178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhYQDtKNPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/nNz96kB5inc/s200/Casey%27s+Graduation+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhYs6mt1zI/AAAAAAAAAZs/VgV1o2q-_z4/s1600-h/Casey"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366136484681078578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhYs6mt1zI/AAAAAAAAAZs/VgV1o2q-_z4/s200/Casey%27s+Graduation+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad at Casey's graduation, and Buck and I goofing off before the graduation ceremony.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhcGTJSd2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0imVr7c8ue4/s1600-h/Kate"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366140219300149090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhcGTJSd2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0imVr7c8ue4/s200/Kate%27s+B-day+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Snhc1ddkJiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6B1AgRnzN-8/s1600-h/Kate"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366141029523400226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Snhc1ddkJiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6B1AgRnzN-8/s200/Kate%27s+B-day+(19).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June started with my niece, Kate, 3rd birthday. Jimmy wanted to get her tools, he so wants her to be a tomboy, but I won that argument and we got her makeup. Above are a few pics of us playing with her makeup. In the second pic I was putting her hair up and it looks like she was in pain, but she wasn't.... Now, Kate really has Uncle Jimmy wrapped around her pinky. She has such a spunky personality. This past Sunday she was sitting in Uncle Jimmy's lap during lunch. He was feeding cake to her, not like she can't feed herself... But she looked at him and said "Jimmy's so nice". They have a habit of playing a bit after lunch. Once Sunday not too long ago they were "sword fighting" and she started pointing, with her sword, the boys in the room. As she pointed to them she would say "you're a boy, you're a boy and you're a boy, boys are yucky" then she would point to the girls and say, "you're a girl, you're a girl and you're a girl, girls are sweet". Then she would start fighting Jimmy with her sword. Her mom finally said, well Kate, since you're a girl and girls are sweet, you're not being too sweet fighting with Uncle Jimmy. She then said "Well, I'm Kate the Great".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhfRU0lpNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6IKqtuKUZ0g/s1600-h/HorseRiding+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366143707263640786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhfRU0lpNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6IKqtuKUZ0g/s200/HorseRiding+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhftQL7YhI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sEt0SiN7K_Q/s1600-h/HorseRiding+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366144187055694354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhftQL7YhI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sEt0SiN7K_Q/s200/HorseRiding+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post these two pics of Kate &amp;amp; Jimmy. She's not spoiled at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June also included the cruise Tracy, Casey and I went on. I told Casey that I would either give her money for her senior trip, or, the three of us could do something. She really wanted the three of us to go someplace and just "chill". Our first night on the cruise a lady fell overboard, which wasn't good; but, after the shock wore off we had a wonderful time. Cozumel was beautiful but the highlight was when we went to the Myan Ruins of Tulum and swam in the ocean. That was so much fun! And no, y'all will not see any pictures of me in my bathing suit. That says in Mexico....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Snhkxx8umaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-19bxHQOWeE/s1600-h/Cruise+2009+(24).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366149762396363170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Snhkxx8umaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-19bxHQOWeE/s200/Cruise+2009+(24).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhliJVS70I/AAAAAAAAAac/Sekk8j_i4YM/s1600-h/Cruise+2009+(39).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366150593307144002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhliJVS70I/AAAAAAAAAac/Sekk8j_i4YM/s200/Cruise+2009+(39).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the pic of us at Margarittaville's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Snh4_xbwInI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UOZyxtCZAFg/s1600-h/Cruise+2009+(66).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366171993008775794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Snh4_xbwInI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UOZyxtCZAFg/s200/Cruise+2009+(66).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Snh5g0GlvcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/G6INjpnohdg/s1600-h/Cruise+2009+(35).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366172560661003714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Snh5g0GlvcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/G6INjpnohdg/s200/Cruise+2009+(35).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt about 110 degrees that that hat of mine was hot, hot, hot....&lt;br /&gt;Notice in the right pic: the rain storm behind us, was cool to see that.&lt;br /&gt;Jake gets to go on the next cruise, but he has to finish school first, ha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of June my cousin, Brock along with his wife Allyson and their children Mia (4) and Braxton (2), was in Philadelphia. They live in Clarkville, TN and they come down for a month during the summer. Mia and Braxton are getting so big! Mia turned 4 in June and Braxton turned 2 in July, so we had a birthday party for them while they were down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Snh7jLfbi0I/AAAAAAAAAbE/Tn2QCGGjwww/s1600-h/Mia+and+Brax+D-day+Party+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366174800322202434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Snh7jLfbi0I/AAAAAAAAAbE/Tn2QCGGjwww/s200/Mia+and+Brax+D-day+Party+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Snh-D6bBjvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/QXCDKnelfK4/s1600-h/Mia+and+Brax+D-day+Party+(17).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366177561699258098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Snh-D6bBjvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/QXCDKnelfK4/s200/Mia+and+Brax+D-day+Party+(17).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great seeing them. Allyson and the family are getting ready for baby #3, which I think could be any day now. Funny story that happened on the day of their party. Notice Mia's swimming vest, well, Braxton has one like it except his is a frog, too cute! After a little while of swimming Braxton decides he's had enough and gets out of the pool to play. So we take his frog off and he's playing. Well, Mia (who has been scared of the water) starts jumping off the side of the pool. When she started doing that we started cheering her on. Braxton decides he wanted some cheering, too, so he walkes over to the pool and we hear a "plunk". You guessed it, he jumped in without his swimming vest. There was enough people around to get him, but it did give us a scare. He's just a little daredevil, but a precious one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SniBqbG7YyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/9RRU6AcN6RU/s1600-h/Mia+and+Brax+D-day+Party+(27).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366181521843249954" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SniBqbG7YyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/9RRU6AcN6RU/s200/Mia+and+Brax+D-day+Party+(27).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SniCES6c1gI/AAAAAAAAAbc/TcyayfRwyIU/s1600-h/Mia+and+Brax+D-day+Party+(24).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366181966320031234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SniCES6c1gI/AAAAAAAAAbc/TcyayfRwyIU/s200/Mia+and+Brax+D-day+Party+(24).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia getting dressed up with her jewels, and Braxton playing with his golf clubs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July, Jimmy and I drove up to Holly, Michigan to see his brother Mark, Sarah and their two boys Benjamin (3) and Nicholas (6 months). While driving up Jimmy gets sick so he is basically sick during the entire trip. But there were times he felt like putting on a smiling face for the boys. Benjamin and Nicholas are getting so big! This is the first time we got to see Nicholas. I just wanted to squeeze him to death. He is just so sweet and loveable. Benjamin, he has too much to do to be loveable but he is very sweet. On the Friday of our visit Benjamin got to stay home with Jimmy and I (we sent little Nicholas to daycare..). So Friday was all about Benjamin. We played, played and played. We had a great trip but I wish Jimmy had felt better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SniGW-B_2XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Us959pYWI9Q/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366186685178567026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SniGW-B_2XI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Us959pYWI9Q/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SniKkqbpjnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/QzefswQ5fBQ/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(35).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366191318482128498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SniKkqbpjnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/QzefswQ5fBQ/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(35).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so amazing to see Benjamin with Nicholas. Before Nicholas was born Benjamin was so excited to be getting a playing buddy. He was a little disappointed when Nicholas was born and couldn't get down in the floor and play cars with him. But now as Nicholas is getting more active Benjamin is having more fun with him. It's so cute to see Benjamin talk to Nicholas. Benjamin will hold Nicholas' hand and say "Hey little buddy, how's it going?" He's going to be a great big brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SniI6rn-4rI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BA1A1NJaGPU/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366189497736159922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SniI6rn-4rI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BA1A1NJaGPU/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SniLOJ2MVnI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FjO74bHEVLU/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(55).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366192031289595506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SniLOJ2MVnI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FjO74bHEVLU/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(55).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin getting some Uncle Jimmy time and Nicholas just happy to be here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was about the extent of our summer. We did go to Grenada Lake camping, twice, but I don't have any pictures of that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Jimmy and the other farms will start harvesting the crops. That's what the fall season will consist of, being in the field. Let's pray that all the farmers have a good year! Hopefully I'll get some pictures of everyone out in the field and I'll post them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main excitement of the fall will be in September. My cousin Tyler will be getting married to his highschool love, Brianna. They are such a sweet couple and I just can't wait until their wedding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-8915112663372662286?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/8915112663372662286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=8915112663372662286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/8915112663372662286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/8915112663372662286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbye-summer.html' title='Goodbye Summer!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SnhUcY6iEDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/MqoRZqU74OM/s72-c/Claire%27s1Bday+(7).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-3216235461227263268</id><published>2009-07-16T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:37:56.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michigan Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week Jimmy and I took a trip to Holly, Michigan to see Mark, Sarah, Benjamin and Nicholas. This is our first trip up since Nicholas was born, so it was great to get to meet him! He is 6 months old and growing fast. He wants to walk so bad, but he had to learn to sit up by himself, crawl, pull up and then walk. I really look for him to skip the crawling part. When someone is holding him he wants to be stood up and his little legs just kick away! Benjamin is growing fast, too! He was a little shy around us at first, but that only lasted a minute. One time I stuck my tongue out at him he told me "a bird is going to poop on your tongue". That's what Mark and Sarah tells him when he sticks his tongue out. It works! Below are a few pictures of our trip. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8kZ1wKC6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/INIxbekju0U/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359042107938573218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8kZ1wKC6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/INIxbekju0U/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8kvXhiD3I/AAAAAAAAAW0/zXEv5Ah9CxM/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(56).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359042477781290866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8kvXhiD3I/AAAAAAAAAW0/zXEv5Ah9CxM/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(56).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin is a great big brother. He can't wait for Nicholas to be old enough to play with him. Benjamin calls Nicholas "Little Buddy". So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday Benjamin stayed home with Jimmy and I. Jimmy realized how much energy a 3 year old has. When Benjamin took his nap we were right there with him taking a nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8lPZ-uKZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/rRRwhBcQtjo/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359043028196403602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8lPZ-uKZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/rRRwhBcQtjo/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8mCe0XoWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ILvl5CKL3yk/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359043905668489570" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8mCe0XoWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ILvl5CKL3yk/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riding to the playground!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8pihdVu9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/c0FdZbhJLg8/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359047754667899858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8pihdVu9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/c0FdZbhJLg8/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8p62pHurI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gbX8ysCtv4I/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359048172671318706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8p62pHurI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gbX8ysCtv4I/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought the skid mark was pretty cool! Then he gets tired, so tough!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8nKWaHlCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/lIe16AVGSfo/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(20).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359045140361483298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8nKWaHlCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/lIe16AVGSfo/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(20).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8nqRSwa7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/U9iSeBc98Ww/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(62).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359045688744242098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8nqRSwa7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/U9iSeBc98Ww/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(62).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8oB91xZYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/CHz5fLVAw0M/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(23).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359046095839257986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8oB91xZYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/CHz5fLVAw0M/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(23).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8oataUEBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NfLojq0Uifs/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(40).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359046520925851666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8oataUEBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NfLojq0Uifs/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(40).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8o0_bd0PI/AAAAAAAAAX8/c_t3fnky9Ew/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(45).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359046972439122162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8o0_bd0PI/AAAAAAAAAX8/c_t3fnky9Ew/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(45).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8pJqTqG0I/AAAAAAAAAYE/9FMYjI79V_4/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(49).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359047327546481474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8pJqTqG0I/AAAAAAAAAYE/9FMYjI79V_4/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(49).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8qkCvQ6OI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qmuRhirXWMc/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(72).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359048880292948194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8qkCvQ6OI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qmuRhirXWMc/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(72).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8rBWEx5hI/AAAAAAAAAYk/APHVTYn21V4/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(71).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359049383699670546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8rBWEx5hI/AAAAAAAAAYk/APHVTYn21V4/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(71).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8ryoLQlGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qhDzxbps3fQ/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(63).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359050230372275298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8ryoLQlGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qhDzxbps3fQ/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(63).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359050618617408706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8sJOgHLMI/AAAAAAAAAY0/NsAsYMZcQ6w/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(32).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancing to Thomas the Train! A bird is going to poop on your tongue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8sw7_fU4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/knxrqgtunYo/s1600-h/Michigan+Trip+2009+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359051300843508610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8sw7_fU4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/knxrqgtunYo/s200/Michigan+Trip+2009+(15).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They get to have Christmas trees all year long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-3216235461227263268?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/3216235461227263268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=3216235461227263268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/3216235461227263268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/3216235461227263268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/07/michigan-trip.html' title='Michigan Trip'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sl8kZ1wKC6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/INIxbekju0U/s72-c/Michigan+Trip+2009+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-487072742972260281</id><published>2009-07-02T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:21:24.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kate!</title><content type='html'>My niece, Kate (we call her Katie Bug), turned three! I can't believe how time flies for it seems like yesterday I was holding her for the first time. Kate is the daughter of Jimmy's youngest brother, David. David and Elizabeth has three kids, Andrew (13); Kate (3); and Claire (1). Those of you who don't know my husband, Jimmy. He is the older of four boys. So, Kate is the first girl of the family. She really has Uncle Jimmy wrapped around his finger! She has me wrapped too, but, I know how to enforce rules around the house. But Jimmy, he is such a softie! I thought Jimmy and I were going to get into a fight because he wanted to buy Kate a set of play tools (he is thinking she's a little tomboy) and I wanted to buy her girlie stuff. So, instead of the tools, Jimmy saw this bubble maker that you hook up to the bathtub faucet, this thing makes these foamy bubbles, so he got that and I picked out a little girl's makeup kit. She liked them both, but between you and me, I think she liked the makeup more..ha.. Below are a few pics of our little Katie Bug! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0E-rWny-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/PjPBL2U_EvI/s1600-h/HorseRiding+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353941006849395682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0E-rWny-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/PjPBL2U_EvI/s200/HorseRiding+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0FWDG8yqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/su0LPFTYoLI/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353941408363104930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0FWDG8yqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/su0LPFTYoLI/s200/Amy%27sWedding08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two pics were taken last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0F2ou_HWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/udn1oj6HI3s/s1600-h/Kate"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353941968218955106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0F2ou_HWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/udn1oj6HI3s/s200/Kate%27s+B-day+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0GIBhc39I/AAAAAAAAAV8/hHvNKcKZi_0/s1600-h/Kate"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353942266930847698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0GIBhc39I/AAAAAAAAAV8/hHvNKcKZi_0/s200/Kate%27s+B-day+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0GcDdCOxI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ibxaANBsFpM/s1600-h/Kate"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353942611046578962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0GcDdCOxI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ibxaANBsFpM/s200/Kate%27s+B-day+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0GwMfxWJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/0Y_TrYlTLoU/s1600-h/Kate"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353942957071358098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0GwMfxWJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/0Y_TrYlTLoU/s200/Kate%27s+B-day+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think putting on makeup is in a girl's genes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0HNmF1Z3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/f29OXb3klOs/s1600-h/Kate"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353943462158100338" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0HNmF1Z3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/f29OXb3klOs/s200/Kate%27s+B-day+(17).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0H4dPzgaI/AAAAAAAAAWc/XaamYLf4hGg/s1600-h/Kate"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353944198518374818" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0H4dPzgaI/AAAAAAAAAWc/XaamYLf4hGg/s200/Kate%27s+B-day+(19).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get the tangles of her hair! I promise, it only looks like it hurts...ha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0IVA0kn2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/2vLuY9kHVeY/s1600-h/Kate"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353944689104166754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0IVA0kn2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/2vLuY9kHVeY/s200/Kate%27s+B-day+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-487072742972260281?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/487072742972260281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=487072742972260281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/487072742972260281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/487072742972260281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-kate.html' title='Happy Birthday Kate!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sk0E-rWny-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/PjPBL2U_EvI/s72-c/HorseRiding+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-1244108766122959757</id><published>2009-06-25T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:24:00.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casey's Graduation Cruise</title><content type='html'>Well, we made it back! We had a great time on our cruise! The only tragedy was the first night on the cruise a woman fell overboard and was never found. My heart just goes out to this person's family! Even though none of us knew this person, we all still said a prayer for her and her family.&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Cozumel we went to Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville and ate dinner. Casey was wanting to get Bryce (her boyfriend) a shirt from there. We also got a coupon for a free appetizer, so that was our purpose of eating there. The fried calamari was fine!! But the rest of the food was ok. When I go back I'm going to try this mexican resturant that the rep. on the ship recommended. We walked by it and the food smelled wonderful! After dinner we walked around downtown and then took a taxi back to the port and walked around the shops at the port. The only drawback to mexico is people is begging you to buy their stuff. It was hard for me because I'm a tender hearted person and I wanted to help everyone out. But eventually I got the hang ignoring them. You just have to do that or they will bug you to death!&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Calica we took and excursion to the Mayan Ruins of Tulum. Absolutely worth going to see! We saw so many iguanas there. The tour guide said it helped to keep the snakes away. But we did see a snake on one of the ruins. The ruins overlooked the ocean, beautiful! We were able to walk down to the ocean and swim for a few hours. That was the highlight of the trip. The water was awesome! We did drank our share of salt water from the waves that were too big for us to jump. But eventually we got the hang of jumping the waves and was pretty good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise ship, Holiday, was ok. It is Carnival's oldest and smallest ship. So it wasn't the most elaborate ship but the crew and the shows made up for it being an older ship. I think we had to best waitress, Saifon. She was so funny. Each night the crew had to do a song and dance for all of us and Saifon had no rhythm! It was fun to watch. The food was good, especially the fresh fruit!&lt;br /&gt;FYI for those thinking of going on a cruise, the Holiday is being sold in November. The ship, Fantasy, that currently leaves out of New Orleans is moving to Mobile and New Orleans is getting another ship. Fantasy is a newer and bigger ship, so it will be nice once that happens.Below are a few pics from the trip. 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkOKouuvK6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/LAKxP6_qXQk/s200/DSCF0974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkOLAbkZ5HI/AAAAAAAAAUk/AsczcsFGa4c/s1600-h/DSCF0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351273621762991218" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkOLAbkZ5HI/AAAAAAAAAUk/AsczcsFGa4c/s200/DSCF0982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkOLWuMENXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/35iT9c_SKgk/s1600-h/DSCF0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351274004718302578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkOLWuMENXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/35iT9c_SKgk/s200/DSCF0980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkOMxaw2AcI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kqTL3NkMiyE/s1600-h/DSCF1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351275562871947714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkOMxaw2AcI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kqTL3NkMiyE/s200/DSCF1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkONKowSRuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iub-avtjN8M/s1600-h/DSCF0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351275996124432098" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkONKowSRuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iub-avtjN8M/s200/DSCF0997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkOPBOJyoDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TD07ljOhWC4/s1600-h/DSCF0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351278033388085298" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkOPBOJyoDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TD07ljOhWC4/s200/DSCF0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkONfr1cj1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/zqiFE3ccXIk/s1600-h/DSCF0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351276357728636754" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkONfr1cj1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/zqiFE3ccXIk/s200/DSCF0988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkONyIZ48uI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RUeYKP0J4-0/s1600-h/DSCF1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351276674635330274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkONyIZ48uI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RUeYKP0J4-0/s200/DSCF1009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the iguana behind Tracy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-1244108766122959757?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/1244108766122959757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=1244108766122959757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/1244108766122959757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/1244108766122959757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/06/caseys-graduation-cruise.html' title='Casey&apos;s Graduation Cruise'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SkODgDmCH3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/QxzpU3yhDEE/s72-c/DSCF0941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-2153105957241810729</id><published>2009-05-26T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:18:23.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShwS23iV6OI/AAAAAAAAASE/3uUmZoGLeBU/s1600-h/DSCF0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340163991984793826" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShwS23iV6OI/AAAAAAAAASE/3uUmZoGLeBU/s200/DSCF0891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's official, Casey is now a graduate! Congratulations! It rained off and on all day Friday. The graduation ceremony is usually outside on the football field, but it was touch and go for a minute... Finally the school board (or who even makes the decision) decided to go for it, to keep it outside and pray that the rain holds off. I started drizzling around 6:40 and out came the umbrellas.. But by 6:55 it had stopped raining and the ceremony started. It was really nice, the temp was cool, but at least it wasn't sticky hot, and the rain wasn't great for the hairdo's, but it was still nice.... After graduation everyone went back to Tracy and Robin's house for food. It was really good. We had regular fried shrimp, shrimp wrapped in bacon and fried, boiled shrimp, shrimp alfredo, do I sound like Bubba from Forest Gump??ha.. Vegetable tray with dip, pork loins, baked beans, squash caserole, and I don't know what else, but it was all good! Three weeks left until Tracy, Casey and I head off to Mobile for our cruise. I'm so looking forward to it! Below are a few pics from Friday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShwTMApIz2I/AAAAAAAAASM/U2dt-15T85s/s1600-h/DSCF0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340164355206467426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShwTMApIz2I/AAAAAAAAASM/U2dt-15T85s/s200/DSCF0890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShwTenMnlnI/AAAAAAAAASU/qvHwBfBNKGI/s1600-h/DSCF0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340164674793477746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShwTenMnlnI/AAAAAAAAASU/qvHwBfBNKGI/s200/DSCF0889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShwUa2nvmuI/AAAAAAAAASc/6h50muVwPRc/s1600-h/DSCF0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165709725932258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShwUa2nvmuI/AAAAAAAAASc/6h50muVwPRc/s200/DSCF0888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShwU4Srej7I/AAAAAAAAASk/YBjBXGD6aKk/s1600-h/DSCF0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166215473991602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShwU4Srej7I/AAAAAAAAASk/YBjBXGD6aKk/s200/DSCF0892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-2153105957241810729?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/2153105957241810729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=2153105957241810729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/2153105957241810729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/2153105957241810729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShwS23iV6OI/AAAAAAAAASE/3uUmZoGLeBU/s72-c/DSCF0891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-2200700371956429464</id><published>2009-05-22T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:24:11.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Stories...</title><content type='html'>Exactly 10 years ago I went through a divorce. That was a very painful time in my life. I live with my sister and family for about 3 months, until I could get back on my feet. Casey and Jake was my lifesaver. Of course, they fought who got to sleep with me, so they had to take turns. At that time I worked at MSU in Starkville and Casey went to Starkville Academy. It was many, many times that I would pick her up from school and take her back to my work until I left to go home (my work was very, very flexible). She had so much fun at my work from being teased by all the graduate students, especially the guys, to sitting at a desk and write me letter. Below are two letters I have saved. You may have to click on them to be able to read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShahwGG9KOI/AAAAAAAAARE/nnKZBl1dqxE/s1600-h/Office+Letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338632255939881186" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShahwGG9KOI/AAAAAAAAARE/nnKZBl1dqxE/s200/Office+Letter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Shah-IXLoFI/AAAAAAAAARM/9keeekHCSII/s1600-h/Christmas+Letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338632497062977618" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Shah-IXLoFI/AAAAAAAAARM/9keeekHCSII/s200/Christmas+Letter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first letter is basically saying that she is sorry for what happened to me and that she was also sorry that I would be sleeping with Jake that night. The second letter was after Christmas, I was already in an apartment, I had let Casey and Jake spend a few nights with me over the holidays. But going back to the divorce, those nights when Casey slept with me, we would snuggle and talk, talk and talk. I never told her the details of when happened, but she had a very, very good clue. She would kind of hint around but I always would change to subject. I just didn't want her to know more than she already knew. Just having her around helped to much. Like I have said before, we always have fun when we're together. I was living with them when Tracy had Buck, so I kept Jake and Casey while Tracy and Robin was at the hospital. The day Buck was born I took Casey and Jake to the hospital to see him and then we went to Applebee's to eat. It was really fun. Those little moments is what makes life so much fun. Living in Starkville was so much fun and working at MSU was more fun! I remember one weekend in particular, Casey stayed with me. We walked all around the campus and then we went bowling. Below are a few pictures of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShalZ8dFSHI/AAAAAAAAARU/MSC_PdMsH-c/s1600-h/MSU+Fun+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338636273437722738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShalZ8dFSHI/AAAAAAAAARU/MSC_PdMsH-c/s200/MSU+Fun+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Shalj-ySSWI/AAAAAAAAARc/g_gzmrqAo_w/s1600-h/MSU+Fun+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338636445862218082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Shalj-ySSWI/AAAAAAAAARc/g_gzmrqAo_w/s200/MSU+Fun+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shades on her head are mine. To this day, she loved wearing my shades. She says my shades are better, but actually, they just cheap shades....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my girl is graduating, still get emotional just thinking about it. Below I just wanted to share a few more of my favorite pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShamVug_50I/AAAAAAAAARk/2aChX4b8D8g/s1600-h/Bath+Time+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338637300488202050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShamVug_50I/AAAAAAAAARk/2aChX4b8D8g/s200/Bath+Time+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShamxNZlcXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/RBan-v5eEKA/s1600-h/On+Bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338637772635074930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShamxNZlcXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/RBan-v5eEKA/s200/On+Bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Shamim_CkAI/AAAAAAAAARs/9qYxqUKHMgE/s1600-h/Cruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338637521805021186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Shamim_CkAI/AAAAAAAAARs/9qYxqUKHMgE/s200/Cruise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShanCaRUdrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/76Bc8p8NQ58/s1600-h/Cruise+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338638068147844786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShanCaRUdrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/76Bc8p8NQ58/s200/Cruise+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Congratulations honey!  Love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-2200700371956429464?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/2200700371956429464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=2200700371956429464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/2200700371956429464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/2200700371956429464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-stories.html' title='More Stories...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShahwGG9KOI/AAAAAAAAARE/nnKZBl1dqxE/s72-c/Office+Letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-4764156403595194215</id><published>2009-05-21T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:22:57.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Casey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShWkPXhAupI/AAAAAAAAAQU/n9HWeCBzs2E/s1600-h/ECCC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338353517235059346" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShWkPXhAupI/AAAAAAAAAQU/n9HWeCBzs2E/s200/ECCC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShWoo7600tI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CLM3q3Y-cBI/s1600-h/Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338358354550248146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShWoo7600tI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CLM3q3Y-cBI/s200/Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first two years of community college I was on the dance team. Casey loved watching me practice. While I was in my second year and she was a year older she would memorize my dance moves. I would be in my room practicing and she would be right beside me dancing. It was so cute! During my second year on the dance team we wore these high heeled dance shoes; so I would practice wearing my shoes. One time "we" were practicing and she got a little too close when it was time to do kicks. Yes, I kicked her right on the head. I would almost swear she did a backward flip. After that I paid close attention to her where abouts while I was practicing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShWnr5kYhwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/A4UXtI1FweU/s1600-h/Bath+Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338357305947227906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShWnr5kYhwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/A4UXtI1FweU/s200/Bath+Time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShWnh0AfVOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BdwaTKKHjXk/s1600-h/Walmart+Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338357132655809762" style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShWnh0AfVOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BdwaTKKHjXk/s200/Walmart+Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey was real good about smiling for the camera when taking the candid pictures. But she WOULD NOT let you take her to Wal Mart to get her portait taken. She would cry, cry and throw a fit. One day I got her all dressed up and was determined to get her pictures taken if it took all day. This photo of she and I took two hours of coaxing before she would let the photographer take her picture. The photographer insisted that we have a picture taken together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShWo42FkqKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Hj8VEQ0805M/s1600-h/First+Pig+Tails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338358627862620322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShWo42FkqKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Hj8VEQ0805M/s200/First+Pig+Tails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wanted her hair to grow sooo bad, so she could wear it in pigtails. This was her first pigtails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she's buck naked in this picture, I'm hiding her naked booty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShWpd3HzjfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/SK7XnLGXpiI/s1600-h/Love+My+Aunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338359263795580402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShWpd3HzjfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/SK7XnLGXpiI/s200/Love+My+Aunt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When brother, Jake, came everything changed. She was no longer the baby! Tomorrow I'll tell you how she helped me through one of my toughest trial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-4764156403595194215?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/4764156403595194215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=4764156403595194215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/4764156403595194215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/4764156403595194215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-of-casey.html' title='More of Casey'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShWkPXhAupI/AAAAAAAAAQU/n9HWeCBzs2E/s72-c/ECCC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-6339924934317455282</id><published>2009-05-20T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:07:19.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casey Faye</title><content type='html'>My girl, Casey, is graduating Friday night! I can't believe that she has grown up on me. It just seemed like yesterday she was born. She and I have a special bond since she was born. When Casey was little Tracy was going through a bought of health problems and Robin was either going to school or working. So I kept Casey with me as much as possible. There has been many days when I would go straight from school, pick her up from daycare, and spend the night with Tracy and Robin so that I could take her to daycare the next morning and then I go back to school. In the summers when I wasn't going to school or working, Casey was with me. Over the years we had so much fun. Now, we did have our share of fights. And, I think I have spanked those little legs much more than her mom and dad.... But in the end, we always love each other. So the next week or so I'm going to devote my blogging to Casey. Don't get the wrong impression, I love all of my nieces and nephews and when each one of them graduates I will devote blogging time for them, also. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQbrVyWRJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RoF2wGIRUgE/s1600-h/First+Encounter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337921889737524370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQbrVyWRJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RoF2wGIRUgE/s200/First+Encounter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first meeting. I swear she's smiling, love at first sight!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQcGZLQylI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YuEQ_VA501k/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337922354503797330" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQcGZLQylI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YuEQ_VA501k/s200/Amy%27s+Graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQcOHjmEWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yElI_fDuTAk/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337922487212970338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQcOHjmEWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yElI_fDuTAk/s200/Amy%27s+Graduation+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was fitting that we start with my graduation and end with her graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, more stories and pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-6339924934317455282?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/6339924934317455282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=6339924934317455282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/6339924934317455282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/6339924934317455282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/05/casey-faye.html' title='Casey Faye'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQbrVyWRJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RoF2wGIRUgE/s72-c/First+Encounter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-4811403526136823439</id><published>2009-05-20T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:03:44.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Claire!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Claire's 1st birthday! This year has went by fast. It just seemed like yesterday she was born. David and Elizabeth had cake last night. Claire wasn't shy with the cake. She dove right in! She had fun doing it. It's amazing how much a child grows from year to year and how much they learn. Their little brains is like a sponge! Big sister, Kate, was a little jealous b/c of the attention Claire was getting, but hey, this was the first birthday experience...  She'll get better.  Below are a few pictures of precious Claire! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQMZL4-6SI/AAAAAAAAAPE/91Pq-36wM2k/s1600-h/08Claire"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337905085168937250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQMZL4-6SI/AAAAAAAAAPE/91Pq-36wM2k/s200/08Claire%27sBirth02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQMwUYU5LI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VlUx3uudCls/s1600-h/DSCF0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337905482584876210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQMwUYU5LI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VlUx3uudCls/s200/DSCF0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQND_i3dVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/abuGxrPmTbk/s1600-h/DSCF0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337905820589323602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQND_i3dVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/abuGxrPmTbk/s200/DSCF0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQNaTozbwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mqkd7DE4ec8/s1600-h/DSCF0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337906203940056834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQNaTozbwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mqkd7DE4ec8/s200/DSCF0873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-4811403526136823439?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/4811403526136823439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=4811403526136823439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/4811403526136823439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/4811403526136823439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-claire.html' title='Happy Birthday Claire!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/ShQMZL4-6SI/AAAAAAAAAPE/91Pq-36wM2k/s72-c/08Claire%27sBirth02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-257425873109343137</id><published>2009-05-14T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:15:26.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week at the Moore's House</title><content type='html'>Not much has been going on in the Moore house this week.  Monday Jimmy traded his truck for a new truck.  It's very nice!  Bright red Ford F350 dooley.  He is on cloud nine!  Every night this week he had told me that he is really, really enjoying his truck.  All of you that knows Jimmy knows he is not a flashy or high maintenance person.  But while we were looking at different trucks and this red one came along he just fell in love.  He doesn't get excited about a lot of things but he got excited about this red truck!  So now we both have red vehicles!  Tuesday night Jimmy and I both had sinus headaches, so we were good for nothin'!  I fixed tuna salad for dinner and we laid around and watched the Biggest Loser finale.  I was rooting for either Mike or Tara; but Helen shocked everyone and won it!  Last night I had UMW Night Circle meeting (United Methodist for Women).  It was really great to have a bible study and just have a fellowship with the women.  I really enjoy those meetings.  This weekend pray that we don't receive rain until Saturday night.  Jimmy's cousin, John Robert Pepper, is getting married Saturday afternoon and it's suppose to be an outside wedding.  Saturday we have 50% chance of rain in the forecast.  I just pray that it won't start until Saturday night!  Hope all have a great weekend, be safe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-257425873109343137?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/257425873109343137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=257425873109343137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/257425873109343137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/257425873109343137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-week-at-moores-house.html' title='This Week at the Moore&apos;s House'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-2589618932610865107</id><published>2009-05-06T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:48:09.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning House</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get in those kinds of moods where you need to do things but you just can't seem to get around to it?  That was me this weekend.  Friday was my day off and I had planned to clean house.  But instead of cleaning I did other things like slept late, went walking, cooked lunch, got clothes together to take to the cosignment shop (never got around to taking them yet) before I knew it, it was Friday night.  So I put off house cleaning until Saturday.  Saturday I woke up, drank a few cups of coffee and ate breakfast.  I then got dressed b/c I really needed to go grocery shopping before I started my cleaning.  When I got ready to go grocery shopping I called Jimmy just to let him know where I'ld be.  He told me if I would wait about 15 minutes he would be finished and would go with me.  So, once he came home, took a quick shower, dressed and we were off to the grocery store.  We ended up going to Jackson, then Dogwood, then lunch, then grocery store.  By the time we got home cleaning house was the last thing I wanted to do, also I had to bake a cake for Sunday.  So it was, again, put off until Sunday afternoon (already made plans to go to Philly on Sunday morning).  Sunday, we got up, I taught Sunday School, then we headed to Philly.  We had a good lunch with my parents, Tracy &amp;amp; Jake, and my Uncle Keith and Aunt Marsha.  After that the ladies headed off to a tea for a cousin who's getting married.  So we didn't get back home until late Sunday afternoon.  By that time I gave Jimmy an ultimatium (is that how you spell it?).  "You have the choice of doing floors which means vaccuuming and mopping or dusting and cleaning bathrooms......  But we were too tired on Sunday so I told him that Monday was THE CLEANING DAY!  While at work on Monday I called Jimmy to see if he was psyched about cleaning that afternoon and to also tell him we would clean once I got back from the tanning bed....  He had spent a good portion of his day doing little odd jobs to the camper and he was getting ready to wash it.  Once I got home Monday afternoon the cleaning began!  He had the floors vaccuumed and I was STILL cleaning his shower.  I soon realized why he wanted floors...  By the time I got our bathroom cleaned and ready to tackle the front bathroom, he was finished with the entire floors.  So he thought it was time for him to take a rest, yeah right....  When I got to the front bathroom I noticed that around the toilet area the floor was turning blue.  I thought "How odd..." And funny how Jimmy didn't notice while he was mopping the bathroom floor (that's how observant he is when doing house work).  Anyway,  I called Jimmy to the bathroom the investigate and turned out that the toilet had been leaking quite some time.  Because we hardly ever use the front bathroom, it was not noticed.  So, Jimmy pulled up some of the floor covering and saw that the floor was beginning to rot.  Yuck!  Jimmy's job was just beginning....  He, his little brother and dad worked on the bathroom well over two hours.  Once they removed the toilet and pulled up the flooring the rottened floor wasn't as much as they thought.  They were able to cut the wet floor out, replace the floor and then put another piece of floor covering to pretty much match what we already had.  One of Jimmy's Uncle had been remodeling their house and they had everthing we needed to fix the bathroom.  Once we put the toilet back on, my magazine rack and waste basket, you really can't tell the floor covering isn't the same.  I'm just glad we didn't have to fork out the money for an entire new floor.  Or I would be crying as I'm blogging this story...  By the time we got finished with everything we were pooped and it was late.  We both slept so good Monday night!  But I think we both learned a lesson to not procrastinate the house cleaning!  I'm just so thankful that I have a hubby who doesn't think house work is a "woman's job"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-2589618932610865107?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/2589618932610865107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=2589618932610865107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/2589618932610865107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/2589618932610865107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/05/cleaning-house.html' title='Cleaning House'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-8218587075210405022</id><published>2009-04-30T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:08:10.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long has it been since my last post? Two weeks or more? And did I not say that I would be posting Easter pics soon.....? I know, it seems it's been one thing after another. We had a great Easter. Saturday before Easter I went to Philly. My sister and her bunch came up. We had a great time. One little incident.... Earlier in the week Jake stayed a few days with mom and dad. Well, he was in the woods and came across a king snake. I know, king snakes are not poisonous, but I don't care. Snakes are my NUMBER ONE fear. Just the thought of them freaks me out. I was first to arrive Saturday. We were outside when Jake told me, "I have something to show you, wait here". I asked dad and he just said to wait and see. I had a bad feeling about it.... Then here come Jake holding this snake and it's wrapped around his hand. It was not a huge snake but it wasn't a baby snake either. Jake didn't want to scare me with it, he was just showing me, but I LOST IT. I think I scared dad (and maybe Jake) a little when he saw that I was almost to the point of hyperventilating. Jake didn't try to bring the snake close to me and dad informed him to not come any closer to me. Dad told me that he didn't realize I was that scared of them. I really am.... When Tracy and the rest got there, Bryce (Casey's boyfriend) and Buck (my little nephew) petted it, but they didn't feel the need of holding it. After that they walked to the woods and let it go free. After eating a big meal, we had a little B-day party for Jake and Buck.  Jake turned 14 on April 18th and Buck turned 10 on April 14th.  Then, it was time to hide eggs. The only person excited about it was Buck and I. He's ten years old, so this won't be a big deal to him too much longer. Buck and I filled the plastic eggs with candy but someone (not calling names) snuck $20 into one of the eggs. Nobody knew about it. While Tracy and I was outside hiding the eggs, someone inside let the secret out, that there was a $20 egg. So when Tracy and I went inside to let Buck know he can come and hunt the eggs, well EVERYONE ran outside to look for that $20 egg (and they were saying finding eggs was babyish...ha...). It was fun to watch b/c we had almost 50 plastic eggs hid... But Jake finally found the $20 egg. Buck pouted a little, but he did find it fair and square.... Easter Sunday was a quiet and peaceful day. My sister-in-law (Elizabeth), Kate, Claire and Andrew went to Missouri to see her parents since it was a long weekend; so, we didn't have any kids to hide eggs for and such. So we had a nice meal and was lazy the rest of the day. It was great! Below are a few pictures from Easter at Philly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnILY_qaeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/KTtUBhA-Z3Q/s1600-h/DSCF0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330511731983280610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnILY_qaeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/KTtUBhA-Z3Q/s200/DSCF0826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnIoxzjtII/AAAAAAAAAN8/ynbDJ9G8o64/s1600-h/DSCF0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330512236859602050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnIoxzjtII/AAAAAAAAAN8/ynbDJ9G8o64/s200/DSCF0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnI9n6VbQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fWEfbqbD6nQ/s1600-h/DSCF0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330512594980924674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnI9n6VbQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fWEfbqbD6nQ/s200/DSCF0830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnJPjb0jSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/W4r6HhszN60/s1600-h/DSCF0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330512903016844578" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnJPjb0jSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/W4r6HhszN60/s200/DSCF0832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnKyBceQ0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/9wxTU3Yhj9k/s1600-h/DSCF0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330514594699821890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnKyBceQ0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/9wxTU3Yhj9k/s200/DSCF0840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnLFxMojHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wzOu2Ez-NWk/s1600-h/DSCF0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330514933935803506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnLFxMojHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wzOu2Ez-NWk/s200/DSCF0844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnLcSWx8kI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QnvFzDtYwCA/s1600-h/DSCF0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330515320793854530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnLcSWx8kI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QnvFzDtYwCA/s200/DSCF0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnLyRWv1AI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xOug-m9nkhg/s1600-h/DSCF0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330515698482402306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnLyRWv1AI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xOug-m9nkhg/s200/DSCF0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnMFX_ky6I/AAAAAAAAAO0/LULeHd6StwA/s1600-h/DSCF0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330516026681772962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnMFX_ky6I/AAAAAAAAAO0/LULeHd6StwA/s200/DSCF0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnMVsehhBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/pXZFT_yhEs8/s1600-h/DSCF0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330516307058197522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnMVsehhBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/pXZFT_yhEs8/s200/DSCF0852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Jake!                     Buck, so sad......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-8218587075210405022?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/8218587075210405022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=8218587075210405022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/8218587075210405022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/8218587075210405022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-long-has-it-been-since-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SfnILY_qaeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/KTtUBhA-Z3Q/s72-c/DSCF0826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-3638550725277592248</id><published>2009-04-10T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:55:59.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Preparations</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures of Kate and I doing some Easter cooking on Sunday. We baked sugar cookies and cupcakes. That night we had an eating at church and we took the cookies and cupcakes. They were a big hit, especially with the younger crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-vL7nL4UI/AAAAAAAAANE/2zbFL1298A4/s1600-h/EasterCooking+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323165904090685762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-vL7nL4UI/AAAAAAAAANE/2zbFL1298A4/s200/EasterCooking+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-usGe9sDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zvXi9JPzE7o/s1600-h/EasterCooking+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323165357253177394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-usGe9sDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zvXi9JPzE7o/s200/EasterCooking+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate kept on popping sugar cookie dough in her mouth when she thought I wasn't looking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-vpdqIn2I/AAAAAAAAANM/a6MWKd0XvdI/s1600-h/EasterCooking+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323166411446067042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-vpdqIn2I/AAAAAAAAANM/a6MWKd0XvdI/s200/EasterCooking+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-wGFIsJdI/AAAAAAAAANU/XS2bv1l1Rok/s1600-h/EasterCooking+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323166903079544274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-wGFIsJdI/AAAAAAAAANU/XS2bv1l1Rok/s200/EasterCooking+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're just the aunt, you can let them eat what ever they want....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-wozED8lI/AAAAAAAAANc/Q6kW1SknIRc/s1600-h/EasterCooking+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323167499523715666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-wozED8lI/AAAAAAAAANc/Q6kW1SknIRc/s200/EasterCooking+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-xDxobOmI/AAAAAAAAANk/19HC9s53t5M/s1600-h/EasterCooking+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323167962995833442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-xDxobOmI/AAAAAAAAANk/19HC9s53t5M/s200/EasterCooking+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-xbbRy8HI/AAAAAAAAANs/PjMMAspFj04/s1600-h/EasterCooking+(18).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323168369312198770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-xbbRy8HI/AAAAAAAAANs/PjMMAspFj04/s200/EasterCooking+(18).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may spoil her, but I do make her take a nap! As you can see, we had a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to Philly tomorrow for Easter lunch/Buck &amp;amp; Jake's B-day party with my family. Hope to come back with pics... Happy Easter! &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/3359242071918451402-3638550725277592248?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/3638550725277592248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=3638550725277592248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/3638550725277592248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/3638550725277592248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-preparations.html' title='Easter Preparations'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sd-vL7nL4UI/AAAAAAAAANE/2zbFL1298A4/s72-c/EasterCooking+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-1795624238653356887</id><published>2009-04-06T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:57:24.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, it's been a while.... There haven't been much to talk about... Last weekend, I along with the Moore girls threw a lingerie shower for a soon to be Moore cousin, Stefanie. Below are a picture of us girls, left to right (Beth Moore, Amy (Moore) Russell, Stefanie (bride-to-be), Elizabeth Moore, Jennifer (Moore) Smith, Becca Moore and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SdpX6pOBOPI/AAAAAAAAAME/HskkEnVIJHI/s1600-h/Stefanie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321662574700345586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SdpX6pOBOPI/AAAAAAAAAME/HskkEnVIJHI/s200/Stefanie%27sParty+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a blast! We put panties (thanks to Becca) on the light fixtures and had glitzy cupcakes. I took my ring home and told Jimmy I wanted a ring like that, but real. He told me in my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SdpZTczaCeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Fl9WWNNWsLQ/s1600-h/Stefanie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321664100375857634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SdpZTczaCeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Fl9WWNNWsLQ/s200/Stefanie%27sParty+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SdpZnhS7CpI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yfH0PcNjJLA/s1600-h/Stefanie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321664445179169426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SdpZnhS7CpI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yfH0PcNjJLA/s200/Stefanie%27sParty+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played games such as hot potatoe. And the famous "macho on the male". It's kind of like pin the tail on the donkey; but you're pinning make parts on the male. The person who get the closest to the bullseye wins. I bought this game several years ago and it's always a blast to play at lingerie parties. I keep the game underneath my bed in the guest bedroom, so if you come to my house, don't look underneath the bed..ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SdpatFk6xiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yllgITmyXDg/s1600-h/Stefanie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321665640329299490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SdpatFk6xiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yllgITmyXDg/s200/Stefanie%27sParty+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SdpbC6FzRdI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CrYhU0MuChs/s1600-h/Stefanie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321666015203116498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SdpbC6FzRdI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CrYhU0MuChs/s200/Stefanie%27sParty+(19).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SdpbUkdPviI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ETcsruIeAIg/s1600-h/Stefanie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321666318633516578" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SdpbUkdPviI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ETcsruIeAIg/s200/Stefanie%27sParty+(29).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stefanie had a wonderful party. She got lots of cute and fun things, especially the chocolate flavored mouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sdpcs5Amp8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/X8aRSDhtju8/s1600-h/Stefanie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321667835979016130" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sdpcs5Amp8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/X8aRSDhtju8/s200/Stefanie%27sParty+(34).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to for the girls to get together and hang out. You know, these parties are excuses to do some major "girl talk". There were some red faces, but most part, we had a blast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-1795624238653356887?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/1795624238653356887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=1795624238653356887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/1795624238653356887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/1795624238653356887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SdpX6pOBOPI/AAAAAAAAAME/HskkEnVIJHI/s72-c/Stefanie%27sParty+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-5428695186113976683</id><published>2009-03-04T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:23:51.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moore Stampede</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sa6KrJetfEI/AAAAAAAAALs/45C_qdTrmmI/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309333484600130626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sa6KrJetfEI/AAAAAAAAALs/45C_qdTrmmI/s200/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sa6KSK59uxI/AAAAAAAAALk/rtWt3VHY3gA/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309333055486147346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sa6KSK59uxI/AAAAAAAAALk/rtWt3VHY3gA/s200/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sa6LO4QEy8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/_c0Qy9x7rqE/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309334098450631618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sa6LO4QEy8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/_c0Qy9x7rqE/s200/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sa6M5xPqIzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DKdpMCE2Au8/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309335934815839026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sa6M5xPqIzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DKdpMCE2Au8/s200/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was the annual Moore Stampede. That's what I call it anyway... Every fall after the crops are harvested, the men puts some of their cattle in the big fields. They stay there during the winter and eat the left over crops. Then before they get ready to start planting they move the cattle. It's a big deal because they have to herd them out of the fields, down the main road a little ways, and herd them along another field and then into the pasture. This year went pretty smooth. Only one big bull wanted to be a butt and not cooperate. But they handled it. I always like to watch this, so this year I was the picture taker. Now remember, Sunday morning we woke to snow on the ground. The temp wasn't too bad at 1:30 but the wind was so cold! I put on about three layers, a hat to cover my ears, and gloves; I was ready to go! I stayed in the back of Uncle John's truck most of the time taking pictures. Some of them were a little blurry b/c I was taking pictures while the truck was in motion. I tell ya, being the photographer is not always fun and games... But I had a blast! It's amazing to watch these guys in action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-5428695186113976683?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/5428695186113976683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=5428695186113976683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/5428695186113976683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/5428695186113976683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/03/moore-stampede.html' title='The Moore Stampede'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sa6KrJetfEI/AAAAAAAAALs/45C_qdTrmmI/s72-c/IMG_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-6494172784524231937</id><published>2009-03-03T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:08:19.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in March?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sa2qH8DGTEI/AAAAAAAAALc/9ZBgcNPJoLA/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309086589094612034" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sa2qH8DGTEI/AAAAAAAAALc/9ZBgcNPJoLA/s200/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sa2pzXLkHtI/AAAAAAAAALU/poDl3MmV3bo/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309086235600625362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sa2pzXLkHtI/AAAAAAAAALU/poDl3MmV3bo/s200/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow in March? Well, you be the judge of that.... It may look like a heavy frost, but no, it's actual snow! Jimmy woke me up Sunday morning telling me we had snow on the ground. Well, I jumped up b/c I wanted to take pictures b/f it melted. From what I've heard areas north of us got much more snow. But it was fun. I hope my camelia bush survives...  The horses had fun, too... Later that day we had the annual Moore's Stampede (that's what I call it....). I'll post pictures of that tomorrow.&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/3359242071918451402-6494172784524231937?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/6494172784524231937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=6494172784524231937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/6494172784524231937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/6494172784524231937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-in-march.html' title='Snow in March?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/Sa2qH8DGTEI/AAAAAAAAALc/9ZBgcNPJoLA/s72-c/IMG_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-5907456708328281091</id><published>2009-02-17T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:04:37.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZr4jqw-HaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mMeo-BnV8qQ/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303824802840976802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZr4jqw-HaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mMeo-BnV8qQ/s200/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew and Kate riding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZr4Hcwf4FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ljm4x5uwH84/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303824318044561490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZr4Hcwf4FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ljm4x5uwH84/s200/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David and Daniel roping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZr3TikqCpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2bdESxny4PM/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303823426252311186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZr3TikqCpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2bdESxny4PM/s200/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate and Jimmy riding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a beautiful day even though the wind was chilly!  Too pretty to stay indoors!  Jimmy and his brother, David, went in together and bought a new saddle on Saturday.  So yesterday, they had to test it out.  Daniel (Jimmy's cousin) and David decided to rope some.  This was the first time for Kate to ride a horse, she really enjoyed it.  As for me, I enjoy taking the pictures.  I love horses!!  Just not riding them.  I thought I would eventually enjoy riding them.  But every time I get on one I look down and just get woozie and think, "man it would really hurt if I fall".  So, I enjoy watching everyone else enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-5907456708328281091?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/5907456708328281091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=5907456708328281091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/5907456708328281091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/5907456708328281091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-fun.html' title='Sunday Fun!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZr4jqw-HaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mMeo-BnV8qQ/s72-c/071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-7562742369545312328</id><published>2009-02-11T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:15:04.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate &amp; a Gator, What More Could a Girl Want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZMHgYQOlJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QAulKN0e9kg/s1600-h/DSCF0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301589439192929426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZMHgYQOlJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QAulKN0e9kg/s200/DSCF0731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZMHRnW7EGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AaPge1ykk3k/s1600-h/DSCF0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301589185549504610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZMHRnW7EGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AaPge1ykk3k/s200/DSCF0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little nieces, Kate (2 1/2) and Claire (8 months) got themselves a Gator. Right now, Kate is the only person who can enjoy it, but give it another year. Her and Claire will be fighting who gets to drive! My brother-in-law, Hugh, just got back from a trip to New York and he got Kate the world's largest hershey kiss. Least to say, Kate had a good day! Hugh got Andrew (nephew, 12) some extremely sour candy. Usually on the sour candies, once you suck the sour stuff off the rest is actually good. But this type had a middle layer of sour, yuck! I tried the watermelon flavor, too chicken to try the lemon! All of us were puckered up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-7562742369545312328?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/7562742369545312328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=7562742369545312328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7562742369545312328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7562742369545312328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/02/chocolate-gator-what-more-could-girl.html' title='Chocolate &amp; a Gator, What More Could a Girl Want?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZMHgYQOlJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QAulKN0e9kg/s72-c/DSCF0731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-8354615675618934759</id><published>2009-02-10T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:17:01.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZGes2SJ1zI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EtjUATpHsXY/s1600-h/DSCF0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301192729714874162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZGes2SJ1zI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EtjUATpHsXY/s200/DSCF0704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZGfcpPfrBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KCplz-gJ6gE/s1600-h/DSCF0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301193550847781906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZGfcpPfrBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KCplz-gJ6gE/s200/DSCF0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a good weekend! Friday afternoon I went to my sister's house to babysit the "wild bunch" while she and her husband went on a religious conference. We all had a good time. We played basketball, ate pizza and watched a movie. Saturday Buck went back home with me. The main thing he thought was cool was riding the Rhino. We rode to a bridge down the road from our house and looked over to see if we saw any snakes. Then we drove to a big field and I let him drive. As long he didn't hit a cow, we was good.  He thought he was really cool!  As you can see in the pic, the dust was getting in his eyes and he HAD to wear my sunglasses. Later that night we went to Jennifer and Jereme's house and ate with the rest of the cousins. We always have a good time when we all get together. Above is a pic of Buck driving the Rhino, and a pic of Elizabeth (my sister-in-law) and me.  This weekend I was introduced to Facebook...  My sister has high speed internet, I have only dial up....  But I spent about 2 hours on Facebook.  Love it!!  I haven't been on it since Saturday because my old computer is so slow!  But, for my birthday (which is Saturday) Jimmy got me a laptop.  We went to Best Buy last night and got it.  So, I'm hoping my dial up will be a lot faster with this new computer so that I can maybe get on Facebook tonight and see who all I can find!  I'll let y'all know!&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/3359242071918451402-8354615675618934759?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/8354615675618934759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=8354615675618934759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/8354615675618934759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/8354615675618934759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SZGes2SJ1zI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EtjUATpHsXY/s72-c/DSCF0704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-7913699961318458115</id><published>2009-02-02T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:38:26.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tracy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SYcFE87onXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/muOkNAciIns/s1600-h/Sisters+Forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298209069258546546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SYcFE87onXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/muOkNAciIns/s200/Sisters+Forever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my sister's birthday, Tracy. Happy Birthday Tracy! How old are you??? 39??? Yes, that's correct, next year we'll have to celebrate her BIG 40! Someone once told me that the older you get the faster time goes by. That is so true! In a couple of weeks I'll be 36!! But hey, getting older is better than the alternative!  Above is a picture of Tracy and I taken last year.  I wish I had a picture of us as kids.  I'll have to find one and scan it in and post it.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRACY!!  Love your little sis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-7913699961318458115?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/7913699961318458115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=7913699961318458115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7913699961318458115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7913699961318458115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-tracy.html' title='Happy Birthday Tracy!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SYcFE87onXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/muOkNAciIns/s72-c/Sisters+Forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-2746982564463450888</id><published>2009-02-02T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:31:42.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SYcCFS0xGcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KqpKPgNwBVA/s1600-h/SuperBowl09+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298205776600439234" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SYcCFS0xGcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KqpKPgNwBVA/s200/SuperBowl09+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SYcCWauiM7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/BURlvcaVyL8/s1600-h/SuperBowl09+08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298206070779556786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SYcCWauiM7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/BURlvcaVyL8/s200/SuperBowl09+08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SYcCz5aFwqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RH7C7U4NTxg/s1600-h/SuperBowl09+06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298206577231512226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SYcCz5aFwqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RH7C7U4NTxg/s200/SuperBowl09+06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's been over two weeks since my last blog, but I really have not had much of anything going on.... I hope everyone had a great weekend and a great Super Bowl Sunday. How many watched the Super Bowl? I had no intentions of watching the Super Bowl. Jimmy and I wasn't cheering for any particular team but we started watching it and ended up watching the entire game and some of the after game stuff. I'm not a big football fan (sports is not my thing....). When there is a team I'm cheering for I get so nervous, my stomach start hurting, and I end up walking away from the game and just catch the ending score. I just can't handle all of the anxiety! And it just tears me up when my team doesn't win. So I usually don't watch any of it.... But last night, since we wasn't rooting for any particular team, Jimmy and I had a good relaxing night. At one point we was rooting for the Steelers, then at another point we were rooting for the Cardinals. Then at the end, after that touchdown by Holmes, we were glad that the Steelers won. Basically it was a fight for who wanted it the most! Before the game we went to Jimmy's brother's house. We had a great time playing with Andrew, Kate and Claire. Above are a few pictures of last night. One picture is of Andrew with something on his back and Kate riding. That is called a "Daddle". It's a saddle that you but on your back. Poor Andrew, he put the Daddle on and had to give Kate a ride. Andrew is such a great big brother! Another picture is of Jimmy and Kate with a nerf gun. They were in a gun fight with Andrew (he had the other gun). Sweet little Claire is getting so big. She's crawling everywhere! Elizabeth stood her up on the side of the couch. She can stand there as long as she's holding on, but she doesn't know what to do with her feet yet. It's just a matter of time..... I hope everyone had a great weekend. Hopefully, it won't be another two weeks before I post again.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-2746982564463450888?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/2746982564463450888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=2746982564463450888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/2746982564463450888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/2746982564463450888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-bowl-sunday.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SYcCFS0xGcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KqpKPgNwBVA/s72-c/SuperBowl09+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-1679757916683562371</id><published>2009-01-13T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:09:19.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Deer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SW0QuNSRwxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hmtAlupdS40/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290903523256550162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SW0QuNSRwxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hmtAlupdS40/s200/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SW0SIoQLvAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IPeOfA8SDe4/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SW0Rlju_EdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ke3Hfoor6rg/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290904474175345106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SW0Rlju_EdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ke3Hfoor6rg/s200/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SW0RIRQItpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EoNrGYmWDiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's way past Christmas. But, I've had these pictures on my camera and just haven't taken the time to add them to my computer. But at our house, Christmas Day was a dreary kind of day. It rained basically all day. While I was in the kitchen, cleaning of course, I looked out my window and noticed we had some visitors in our back yard. Two deer were taking a rest. They stayed there forever. I took many pictures, then I got brave and opened our back door and took a few more before they finally mosied out in the woods. They didn't jump up and run away when they saw me. In fact, one deer stood there for a moment and just looked at me. It was really awsome to just watch these deer. I hope you can see these pictures. If not, then just click on the picture and it will blow it up for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-1679757916683562371?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/1679757916683562371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=1679757916683562371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/1679757916683562371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/1679757916683562371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-deer.html' title='Christmas Deer'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SW0QuNSRwxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hmtAlupdS40/s72-c/IMG_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-8510074519097028643</id><published>2009-01-05T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:17:53.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas Quincy Moore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SWIx-Wim84I/AAAAAAAAAHc/4PajjWiqWAw/s1600-h/Nicholas2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287843859758773122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SWIx-Wim84I/AAAAAAAAAHc/4PajjWiqWAw/s200/Nicholas2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SWIyfKAEOyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mD5gk3JWwgc/s1600-h/Nicholas&amp;amp;Benjamin1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287844423328348962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SWIyfKAEOyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mD5gk3JWwgc/s200/Nicholas%26Benjamin1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SWIyDYwRldI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DgDc8eNju_I/s1600-h/Nicholas&amp;amp;Benjamin1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a new addition to the Moore family! Nicholas Quincy Moore arrived on 01/03/09 at 12:38 a.m. weighing 7 lbs and 12 oz and 19 1/4" long. Mark (dad), Sarah (mom) and big brother Benjamin along with Nicholas are doing fine. They live in Holley, Michigan so we just can't hop in the car and go see them. My in-laws are leaving tomorrow headed up there. Hopefully Jimmy and I can make a trip up there this summer! Benjamin loves being a big brother. As you can see in the above picture, he looks like he is just beaming! But, he just can't seem to understand why Nicholas can't get down on the floor and play cars with him or why Nicholas can't watch movies with him. When he became a big brother he thought he would automatically have a play partner and Nicholas would automatically be able to do things with him. But that's how life is. It's in our human nature to want and want it now.... I think patience is the most clever thing God has made. He doesn't work on our time, but he works on his time. And a lot of the times, just like a parent, he doesn't give us everything we want. And what do we do? We say "but why?" Isn't it funny how we adults act like that crying child, wanting everything, to our holy parent, God? This year hopefully I can whine less and be more patient!&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/3359242071918451402-8510074519097028643?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/8510074519097028643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=8510074519097028643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/8510074519097028643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/8510074519097028643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/01/nicholas-quincy-moore.html' title='Nicholas Quincy Moore'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SWIx-Wim84I/AAAAAAAAAHc/4PajjWiqWAw/s72-c/Nicholas2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-1107775176556456036</id><published>2009-01-02T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:33:23.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5H4CjfHtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/N_gOXjJVMVA/s1600-h/DSCF0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286742040663498450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5H4CjfHtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/N_gOXjJVMVA/s200/DSCF0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5IScRvrtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XmZom7DnlsM/s1600-h/DSCF0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286742494245007058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5IScRvrtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XmZom7DnlsM/s200/DSCF0671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5H3_X3TKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pMFvJzsIqo4/s1600-h/DSCF0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286742039809445026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5H3_X3TKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pMFvJzsIqo4/s200/DSCF0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5IQx6SX1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/CLlfsaGZPuo/s1600-h/DSCF0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286742465692458834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5IQx6SX1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/CLlfsaGZPuo/s200/DSCF0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5GhIInabI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vsjI34b5lKM/s1600-h/DSCF0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286740547512789426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5GhIInabI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vsjI34b5lKM/s200/DSCF0652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5HZ0hDqSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZVqMgAYH-cs/s1600-h/DSCF0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286741521499138338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5HZ0hDqSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZVqMgAYH-cs/s200/DSCF0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I was off work, I has a busy holiday! The week of New Year I went back to Philly to visit my cousins who were down from Tennessee. It was great seeing all of them, especially Mia and Braxton. They are growing up so fast! For Christmas I got Mia a My Little Pony. The pony came with a 30 minute dvd. I don't know if they're still watching the dvd, but while I was there, they watched it about 3 times. I got Brax the police car from the movie Cars. You have to shake it to "crank it up" and it says something then takes off. It was fun the watch them. It was great to see my cousin, Brian. He and his wife, Leanne, moved up the Nashville a few years ago. She got accepted into nursing anestetic school (I know that's not how you spell it....). She has one more year and hopefully they're back to MS! At least that's what Brian says, he misses Mississippi a lot! That night we cooked hamburgers on the grill and then had a mean game of Yatzee. It was the first time my mom played Yatzee, but she got the hang of it. One New Year's Eve Jimmy and I went to a cooking at my boss' house. It was only 6 of us there, but we had a great time. Jimmy goes to bed at 9:00 so when he stayed up until 11:30, I was shocked!! We both didn't make it to midnight, but oh, well.... The new year still came... I hope all of y'all had a great and safe new year. We'll have to wait and see what 2009 holds for us! Hope y'all have a wonderful 2009!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-1107775176556456036?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/1107775176556456036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=1107775176556456036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/1107775176556456036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/1107775176556456036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5H4CjfHtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/N_gOXjJVMVA/s72-c/DSCF0669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-7181635288138321421</id><published>2009-01-02T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:44:08.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Christmas Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5EGB9ggAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kQrePz8LmcA/s1600-h/DSCF0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286737882975862786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5EGB9ggAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kQrePz8LmcA/s200/DSCF0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5D1JUnJII/AAAAAAAAAGc/Q_G7TV8pn-0/s1600-h/DSCF0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286737592894039170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5D1JUnJII/AAAAAAAAAGc/Q_G7TV8pn-0/s200/DSCF0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5Dh218-XI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Li1kaVTzcfM/s1600-h/DSCF0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286737261516093810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5Dh218-XI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Li1kaVTzcfM/s200/DSCF0641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, December 27th, we had another Christmas celebration with Jimmy mother's family. They all live up north MS, so we don't see them as much as we would like. We always have fun when we get together. I'm going to tell on myself. A lady in the garden club that I'm a member of, had a "Hen House" party. It's just an after Christmas party with the ladies and we just sit around and to talk and eat. Basically, an excuse to get together. So I went on Saturday morning. Well, I got stuck.... I parked my car my some soft, wet dirt, and I got stuck..... I was so embarrassed! But not nearly embarrassed as having to call Jimmy to come and get my vehicle out! I knew he wouldn't let me live it down. After calling Jimmy I walked back to the hostess' house and told her that I was stuck but I had called Jimmy and he was coming. A little lady piped up and said "last year I got stuck and I didn't want to have to call my husband so all of the ladies got behind my car and pushed me out". I can just see all of these well dressed ladies getting behind a car to push it out of the mud just so another lady wouldn't have to call her husband! They offered to do the same for me, but I gratefully declined. I told them that we'll have to wait and see who gets stuck next year.... But Jimmy didn't give me too much grief about it. He had killed a good deer that morning and I think he was still on cloud nine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family get together was great. We had a new family member, Ava Elizabeth Ashley, 6 months old. She has such a great personality! It was fun playing with her. After eating lunch the men either went hunting or watched a football game. The rest of us played Phase Ten, it's a card game. As you can tell, we all enjoy playing games..... I've posted a few pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-7181635288138321421?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/7181635288138321421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=7181635288138321421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7181635288138321421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7181635288138321421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-christmas-celebration.html' title='More Christmas Celebration!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV5EGB9ggAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kQrePz8LmcA/s72-c/DSCF0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-5224421900273381569</id><published>2009-01-02T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:26:20.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV4_rXWuiFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sjjko-t6qfY/s1600-h/IMG_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286733026815805522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV4_rXWuiFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sjjko-t6qfY/s200/IMG_0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV4_YpwoWmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZuYj1E4a3_c/s1600-h/DSCF0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286732705338776162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV4_YpwoWmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZuYj1E4a3_c/s200/DSCF0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV4-rFLNmWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/eJg0rkA4Js8/s1600-h/DSCF0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286731922424043874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV4-rFLNmWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/eJg0rkA4Js8/s200/DSCF0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV4-dmPnNjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bOHScaoy2PM/s1600-h/DSCF0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286731690782701106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV4-dmPnNjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bOHScaoy2PM/s200/DSCF0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV4-Np09BcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QfEgLiMR8vM/s1600-h/DSCF0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286731416866719170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV4-Np09BcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QfEgLiMR8vM/s200/DSCF0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas! We sure did. Christmas Eve we went to Philly to celebrate with my mom's family. We ate, played Dirty Santa, ate, shot fireworks and then ate some more! It was great! We all had such a great time playing Dirty Santa that nobody remembered to take pictures. I tried taking a few of the fireworks and everyone standing around the fire, but they didn't show up well, so I decided not to post any. But believe me, we had fun! A friend of the family brought his son to shoot fireworks. When we invited them we intended the fireworks being stuff like firecrackers, bottle rockets, roman candles.... Little stuff like that. Well, they went further than that and brought over some of the "big stuff". They were absolutely beautiful! So, we all decided for next year each family is going to bring at least one big piece of firework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Day we woke bright and early and had breakfast and opened gifts at Jimmy's parents house. It was really fun to watch the kids, Andrew (12, but we still consider him a kid), Kate (2) and Claire (2 months). Andrew was excited but he keeps his excitement to himself. I think he really wanted to go back to bed. Claire is still a little too little to care. But this is the first year that Kate understands about the presents. She has more fun opening the presents. As you can see from some of the pictures, she really enjoyed help passing out gifts. But I think she enjoys opening the gifts more. Jimmy let her open his gifts. It was such fun the have kids in the family and enjoy them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-5224421900273381569?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/5224421900273381569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=5224421900273381569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/5224421900273381569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/5224421900273381569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SV4_rXWuiFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sjjko-t6qfY/s72-c/IMG_0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-827944960386014751</id><published>2008-12-22T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:03:37.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking at Aunt Amy's House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-9o00GgTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/80ZSexpUssk/s1600-h/Cooking06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282649396998471986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-9o00GgTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/80ZSexpUssk/s200/Cooking06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU_AX2BEGII/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ki5cU_n5Bmo/s1600-h/Cooking33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282652403798382722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU_AX2BEGII/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ki5cU_n5Bmo/s200/Cooking33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-_qIZanqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Vy8b0M71ujU/s1600-h/Cooking24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282651618458377890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-_qIZanqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Vy8b0M71ujU/s200/Cooking24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-_a9BO7wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PkehOowxtfg/s1600-h/Cooking16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282651357706120962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-_a9BO7wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PkehOowxtfg/s200/Cooking16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU--YmzNgaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bmCUDBUI3O8/s1600-h/Cooking15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282650217870360994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU--YmzNgaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bmCUDBUI3O8/s200/Cooking15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU_AIdhH1vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UaSzHLjXxTE/s1600-h/Cooking27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282652139523921650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU_AIdhH1vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UaSzHLjXxTE/s200/Cooking27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU--Hs9MVmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Pa3DP7L-kKc/s1600-h/Cooking11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282649927465064034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU--Hs9MVmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Pa3DP7L-kKc/s200/Cooking11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU_Awy977PI/AAAAAAAAAFk/D3KeXDWFzKw/s1600-h/Cooking38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282652832476687602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU_Awy977PI/AAAAAAAAAFk/D3KeXDWFzKw/s200/Cooking38.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday afternoon I kept my two year old niece, Kate. We had a blast baking! We baked cupcakes with snow sprinkles, sugar cookies with hershey kisses on top, and peanut butter cookies with a reeses on top. This past Fall we baked Halloweek cupcakes together and had a blast. So I wanted to start a tradition of baking with her. From the pictures above you can tell it was fun. Since I'm the aunt, and not the mom, I let her do the bad stuff, like eat cake batter and cookie dough. While decorating the cupcakes she loved licking the frosting off her fingers. I didn't fret with any of that stuff, I just told her to have fun. Since the goodies were going to be eaten by family members her sticking a finger in the frosting and stuff like that didn't matter. Of course we ran out of sprinkles because she covered the other cupcakes with the sprinkles. I didn't fret over that either, these were for her, so I let her have at it. When she was unwrapping the reeses peanut butter cups, she would unwrap them and stack them on top of each other. When I took the picture of her stack she accidently knocked them down. So I took the picture of her stack falling, she thought it was funny.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What goodies didn't go home with her, went to grandma and pops-pops' house. All of us knows, kids can say the funniest and cutest things. While we were baking Jimmy came home. Kate loves her Uncle Jimmy. Well, he was in the living room watching tv and he sneezed a few times. Kate said "Bless you" from the kitchen. Jimmy didn't hear her so he didn't respond to her. Then she said, "Him won't talk to me". I was busy with the cooking and didn't acknowledge her. Again she said, a little bit louder, "Amy, him won't talk to me!". So I had to tell Jimmy that Kate told him "bless you" when he sneezed. So he said "Thank you Kate" and she sweetly responded "You're welcome". It was really cute and good to know that her mom and dad are teaching her manners. Children start learning what you teach them at a young age, so it's never to early to start teaching them manners. After the baking was over and we cleaned the kitchen, Miss Kate was tired. So she climbed in "her Uncle Jimmy's" lap and they played tic-tac-toe. I thought it was a cute picture! So I believe, I've started a tradition. Kate has a little sister (6 months old) Claire. So in about two more years I'll have me two little helpers in the kitchen. I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-827944960386014751?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/827944960386014751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=827944960386014751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/827944960386014751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/827944960386014751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2008/12/cooking-at-aunt-amys-house.html' title='Cooking at Aunt Amy&apos;s House!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-9o00GgTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/80ZSexpUssk/s72-c/Cooking06.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-8954982727255387778</id><published>2008-12-22T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:52:54.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Philly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-wRWz4jVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Bzs99CJ_Y8A/s1600-h/ChristmasinPhilly04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282634700156341586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-wRWz4jVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Bzs99CJ_Y8A/s200/ChristmasinPhilly04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-v_ZxbrRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qJ21QxTsyBQ/s1600-h/ChristmasinPhilly03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282634391713721618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-v_ZxbrRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qJ21QxTsyBQ/s200/ChristmasinPhilly03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-vsYJHxAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KUKxcGoiFPE/s1600-h/ChristmasinPhilly01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282634064858694658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-vsYJHxAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KUKxcGoiFPE/s200/ChristmasinPhilly01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-wkz_3bxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tOg7HJqNlMI/s1600-h/ChristmasinPhilly07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282635034408742674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-wkz_3bxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tOg7HJqNlMI/s200/ChristmasinPhilly07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Saturday we celebrated Christmas with my parents, sister and her family. We usually do this the afternoon of Christmas Eve and later that evening my aunts, uncles and cousins come over the we do another celebration with them. But this year we just couldn't get all of my immediate family together on Christmas Eve. So we decided to get together on Saturday. We had a great time! My niece, Casey, brought her boyfriend, Bryce. This was the first time I met Bryce. He is a really nice guy. I hope we didn't scare him off! My youngest nephew, Buck, loves Star Wars. I got him a Star Wars Monopoly game. So after we unwrapped gifts, we had to play Star Wars Monopoly. Yes, in the group picture, my nephew has taken his shirt off. Those of you who knows my mom, knows that she is very cold natured. So she keeps the house HOT! We all was about to burn up. My little nephew couldn't help it, he started shedding clothes! The rest of us are not that fortunate to be able to do that! ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, Sunday, I wanted Jimmy and I to take a nice Christmas picture. Jimmy can't stand to get his picture taken. So usually, he doesn't smile. He has such a pretty smile, when he shows his teeth, but he refuses to do so!! The picture on the far left is all of the smile I can get out of him! Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-8954982727255387778?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/8954982727255387778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=8954982727255387778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/8954982727255387778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/8954982727255387778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-philly.html' title='Christmas in Philly'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SU-wRWz4jVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Bzs99CJ_Y8A/s72-c/ChristmasinPhilly04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-4923204186299829503</id><published>2008-11-28T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:17:17.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/STAnfIl_xEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mxjXYK6ah80/s1600-h/08Thanksgiving20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273758579487130690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/STAnfIl_xEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mxjXYK6ah80/s200/08Thanksgiving20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/STAnMHBSJvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Us2njl4TRyA/s1600-h/08Thanksgiving15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273758252647196402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/STAnMHBSJvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Us2njl4TRyA/s200/08Thanksgiving15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/STAm4DXTE0I/AAAAAAAAADs/Ipoc6u5Kxa8/s1600-h/08Thanksgiving18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273757908068406082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/STAm4DXTE0I/AAAAAAAAADs/Ipoc6u5Kxa8/s200/08Thanksgiving18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/STAmkZJGblI/AAAAAAAAADk/iTWMZIRa1hE/s1600-h/08Thanksgiving05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273757570317053522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/STAmkZJGblI/AAAAAAAAADk/iTWMZIRa1hE/s200/08Thanksgiving05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving! I hope everyone had a fun and safe Thanksgiving. Our family sure did! Everyone in Philly had a great time! My cousins, Brock and his family (wife Allyson and children Mia and Braxton), and Brian, came down from Tennessee. It was really great to see all of them. Mia and Braxton are really growing! Kids are so much fun at their age! I asked Mia what Santa was getting her for Christmas, that was a mistake... I forgot that she doesn't like Santa. She told me that Santa was not getting her anything, that she was going to write Santa a letter and tell him not to come to her house, her mom and dad can get her gifts. How cute is that? My sister and her family were there. It's always great to see my niece and nephews, Casey, Jake &amp;amp; Buck. They're growing up! They're not babies anymore, but they'll always be my babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had so much food! My mom made the comment that we had too much food. I am so thankful for an abundance of food because there are so many out there that is not as fortunate! I hope y'all took a few minutes yesterday to thank God for what you have! I am so thankful for everything in my life, the ups and downs! Above are a few pictures of my family from yesterday. We always have fun when we get together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-4923204186299829503?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/4923204186299829503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=4923204186299829503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/4923204186299829503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/4923204186299829503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-fun.html' title='Thanksgiving Fun'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/STAnfIl_xEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mxjXYK6ah80/s72-c/08Thanksgiving20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-8404858428910889063</id><published>2008-11-18T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:38:43.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michigan Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SSLeIkpTeeI/AAAAAAAAADc/dqQGjVqAEvY/s1600-h/DSCF0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270018752834140642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SSLeIkpTeeI/AAAAAAAAADc/dqQGjVqAEvY/s200/DSCF0475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SSLd14wM5gI/AAAAAAAAADU/nti1DOILV2o/s1600-h/DSCF0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270018431814264322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SSLd14wM5gI/AAAAAAAAADU/nti1DOILV2o/s200/DSCF0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SSLdX6PbtPI/AAAAAAAAADM/eMdAXohWfK8/s1600-h/DSCF0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270017916817618162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SSLdX6PbtPI/AAAAAAAAADM/eMdAXohWfK8/s200/DSCF0498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SSLdA4yq1PI/AAAAAAAAADE/dCp4fWDNxgA/s1600-h/DSCF0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270017521291547890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SSLdA4yq1PI/AAAAAAAAADE/dCp4fWDNxgA/s200/DSCF0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what they say, the best way to get over your fear is to face it.  Well, I did just that!  In an earlier post I told y'all that I am flying (by myself) to Michigan.  I did pretty good....  I did use up two tissues on my flight up there.  The guy sitting next to me was asleep when I sat down, so he didn't notice my crying.  And I'm hoping that everyone else was thinking I had a cold.  But anyway, I made it up there and back in one piece.  My trip was wonderful!  It was all about Benjamin!  July was the last time I saw him so I was wondering if it would take a little while for him to warm up to me....  When I got there Friday night he was already in bed, so the next morning I was woken up to a little boy in my bed telling me to get up!  So, no, he hadn't forgotten me at all!  We played, played, and when I thought I couldn't last a minute longer, we played some more!  He has a great imagination!  We built a tent by using a blanket; after that we played in the lake.  The lake is the same blanked we used for the tent, but by spreading it out on the floor it becomes the lake.  This Saturday was his birthday, 3 years old, so he got his presents from Uncle Jimmy and I early.  This trip was no relaxing time for me!  I did that once I got back to Mississippi.   I did get to see some snow!  It really didn't acumulate, except on the back deck, but it was very pretty to watch it falling.  Benjamin also know what a camera is.  I was trying to take some shots of him playing, every time he would stop, look up at me and say "cheese".   He loves to see the pictures after I take them, so I got some really cute shots of him.  Above are only a few shots, but you can see we were having fun!  Will I fly again up there?  Absolutely!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-8404858428910889063?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/8404858428910889063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=8404858428910889063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/8404858428910889063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/8404858428910889063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2008/11/michigan-trip.html' title='Michigan Trip'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SSLeIkpTeeI/AAAAAAAAADc/dqQGjVqAEvY/s72-c/DSCF0475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-4581729987924533710</id><published>2008-11-04T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:42:19.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRC8H5qzHWI/AAAAAAAAACE/M9kfhsSJoVQ/s1600-h/2008+Halloween010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264914808321547618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRC8H5qzHWI/AAAAAAAAACE/M9kfhsSJoVQ/s200/2008+Halloween010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRC8oCQeCjI/AAAAAAAAACM/mHq0lugoUdU/s1600-h/2008+Halloween011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264915360382847538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRC8oCQeCjI/AAAAAAAAACM/mHq0lugoUdU/s200/2008+Halloween011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264910039403933762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRC3yUEPMEI/AAAAAAAAABk/zV_ehyIiF60/s200/2008+Halloween002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRDBasNQToI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dgG5krrF3rg/s1600-h/2008+Halloween004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264920628683624066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRDBasNQToI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dgG5krrF3rg/s200/2008+Halloween004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRC9OJgHXtI/AAAAAAAAACU/r1Ji9FTKd18/s1600-h/2008+Halloween014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264916015162547922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRC9OJgHXtI/AAAAAAAAACU/r1Ji9FTKd18/s200/2008+Halloween014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRC9xHvzqwI/AAAAAAAAACc/i1RGS-8od3I/s1600-h/2008+Halloween021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264916615986916098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRC9xHvzqwI/AAAAAAAAACc/i1RGS-8od3I/s200/2008+Halloween021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRC-Oz5FpGI/AAAAAAAAACk/-mfMdthbc6Y/s1600-h/2008+Halloween026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264917126053209186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRC-Oz5FpGI/AAAAAAAAACk/-mfMdthbc6Y/s200/2008+Halloween026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRC-rxSiKaI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZCB9zkDuKDw/s1600-h/2008+Halloween028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264917623570835874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRC-rxSiKaI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZCB9zkDuKDw/s200/2008+Halloween028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm such a kid at heart when it comes to holidays, and Halloween is no exception. When I was young Halloween wasn't about witchcraft or anything about that. It was about getting candy and trying to "scare the pants off" of each other. More or less, it was all about having fun. This year was no exceptions except I couldn't scare anyone. I dressed up as a witch, or something like that. I think I scared Jimmy more than the kids... He didn't really like my getup. But it was all about having fun! My brother-in-law, Hugh, dressed as the guy on Scream (the movie), my mother-in-law was dressing in her Mardi Gras getup. Jimmy wore an orange shirt, so I guess you could say he was a pumpkin. An orange shirt was all I could get him to wear, I was lucky at that! My father-in-law was under a white sheet and he was going to scare the kids as they walked passed him. But the very first trick-or-treater was a cute little fairy (about a year old) and he just could scare her, so he ended up not scaring anyone. But we all had fun and the children had fun. I just knew that I would scare my trick-or-treaters, but somehow they knew that this was "Miss Amy" and she won't hurt anyone; they just weren't scared of me. I guess I'm going to have to change that next year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-4581729987924533710?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/4581729987924533710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=4581729987924533710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/4581729987924533710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/4581729987924533710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-night.html' title='Halloween Night'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SRC8H5qzHWI/AAAAAAAAACE/M9kfhsSJoVQ/s72-c/2008+Halloween010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-5980365676753687095</id><published>2008-10-17T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:26:49.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daredevil Amy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SPiKtinixFI/AAAAAAAAABU/z94jyW6WeRM/s1600-h/Standing+onTrain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258105079946462290" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SPiKtinixFI/AAAAAAAAABU/z94jyW6WeRM/s200/Standing+onTrain.JPG" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SPiKLYvjrpI/AAAAAAAAABE/8M1MNOF9YDQ/s1600-h/Getting+in+Trouble.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258104493180169874" style="CURSOR: hand" height="146" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SPiKLYvjrpI/AAAAAAAAABE/8M1MNOF9YDQ/s200/Getting+in+Trouble.JPG" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm doing something I NEVER thought I would do!  I'm flying by myself!  Ok, first let me give you my flying history.....  I have flown several times.  I have been told the more you fly the more you like it.  But I'm just the opposite.  The more I fly the worse I get.  Two years ago my sister, Tracy, and I took her two boys, Jake &amp;amp; Buck, to Disney World.  I thought I would be ok since I'ld have my two nephews with me, you know, "Aunt Amy" would have to put on a brave face.  But we started off and I cried like a baby, tears streaming down my face and all.  I couldn't help myself, I hate flying!  So back to now....  I am having to take some time off before the end of the year, or I'll lose those hours.  So I have put down to have off Nov 7th - Nov 14th, thinking Jimmy and I could do something.  But it just so happens he, along with some more guys, are going up to Kansas to pheasant hunt.  They're leaving on Nov 7th - Nov 10th.  The other night I dreamed about our nephew Benjamin, so I told Jimmy that we needed to go up to Michigan to see him.  So he suggested I go while they're gone to Kansas.  Well, I just said, "No way am I flying up there and back, plus tickets will be expensive".  But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it.  So I talked with Sarah, my sister-in-law who lives in Michigan, about it.  She told me if I was serious about it she could get me a reduced ticket using Mark's mileage points, Mark is Jimmy's brother who lives in Holley Michigan.  So last night I got on the phone with Sarah, she priced me a ticket using Mark's points and it was going to be $37.00 roundtrip!  Before I knew what I was saying, I said "book it".  So she did and now I'm on my way.....  She was able to get me a direct flight from Jackson to Detroit and a direct flight back.  So it's not like I'll be changing planes and all....  Hopefully I'll be able to handle it....  Pray for me....  Above is a picture of Benjamin and Mark (his dad, Jimmy's brother); and then Benjamin and Uncle Jimmy.  As you can see, Uncle Jimmy was trying to teach him something that could get him in trouble, playing in the bucket of water.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SPiKfzmessI/AAAAAAAAABM/uQgVu5JRYg4/s1600-h/Standing+onTrain.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-5980365676753687095?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/5980365676753687095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=5980365676753687095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/5980365676753687095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/5980365676753687095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2008/10/daredevil-amy.html' title='Daredevil Amy!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SPiKtinixFI/AAAAAAAAABU/z94jyW6WeRM/s72-c/Standing+onTrain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-478124813663781572</id><published>2008-10-16T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:29:45.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Bunch of Big Old Teddy Bears'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SPc-7k-lNMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/n63FOpbk86A/s1600-h/Low+Riders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257740283237708994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="202" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SPc-7k-lNMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/n63FOpbk86A/s200/Low+Riders.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SPc-bGHtPfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3IRdTSbJjpk/s1600-h/Low+Riders.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year, Fall! I love the orange and brown colors of the trees. The air is cool so that you only need a light jacket or long sleeve shirt. This reminds me of a trip the women and I took last year to Eureka Springs. We didn't know until we arrived that the Corvette car show and the motorcycle ralley was both going on. We were overwhelmed with Corvettes and motorcycles. While walking down the streets of Eureka Springs my mom said that she should get a picture made with a group of bikers so that she could show my dad the fun she had in Eureka Springs. Basically she wanted to do it as a joke to my dad. I saw this group of bonafide bikers and thought, "It wouldn't hurt to ask to take a picture. All they could say was no". So I grabbed my mom and said, "come on". I was really nervous because I didn't know if these bikers were sweet or mean, it was hard to tell by the facial hair.... But I went up to them and told them the story about my mom wanting a picture to take back home to my dad. They were the biggest bunch of teddy bears! They said "Sure little lady, here, sit on our best looking bike, this bright red one". And they all gathered around, smiled and I took the picture. They were laughing, really showing us a good time. They asked us if we knew Jesus and we told them yes. Before we left, the guy who owns the red bike (the one with the long beard) told my mom that he wanted to give her something. He opened his storage container on his bike and it was filled with christian literature. He gave mom a devotional book. To this day, she reads from that book each day and says a prayer for those four bikers who were witnessing. It also proves that we are not to judge a person by their appearance. Even the gruff looking ones deserve to know about Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-478124813663781572?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/478124813663781572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=478124813663781572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/478124813663781572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/478124813663781572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-this-time-of-year-fall-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SPc-7k-lNMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/n63FOpbk86A/s72-c/Low+Riders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-7260231474156739642</id><published>2008-10-10T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:21:37.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SO9wUfWs75I/AAAAAAAAAAo/7jPYzaF1xhQ/s1600-h/Bridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255542787481071506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SO9wUfWs75I/AAAAAAAAAAo/7jPYzaF1xhQ/s200/Bridge.JPG" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SO9vwJRe6mI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IdsNAarPfUE/s1600-h/Hotel+Room+View.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255542163078310498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SO9vwJRe6mI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IdsNAarPfUE/s200/Hotel+Room+View.JPG" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SO9pnwwXxSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vOkajh0Rw-E/s1600-h/King"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255535421988259106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SO9pnwwXxSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vOkajh0Rw-E/s200/King%27s+Tavern+Girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok.... I'm inspired.... A couple of people I know has started blogging. So, I decided to post start posting more. I can start off with my summer. In June some girlfriends and I took a trip to Natchez, Mississippi. This was my first trip to Natchez. I absolutely fell in love with the town! We ate lunch at the Carriage House at Staton Hall. Staton Hall is an anabelum home, beautiful. We then drove around the town, then drove to the old cemetery, and the military cemetery. That night we went on a haunted tour. The haunted tour was really neat. The guide told us many stories about Natchez. The last ghost story he told was about this tavern, that is now a resturant. So, after the tour, we just had to eat at this resturant named King's Tavern. When we got there they were having their last seating. So, we got lucky. By the time we received our meal, we were the only ones at the resturant. So us girls had a great time giggling and getting caught up with the lastest... The group picture above is all of us at King's Tavern standing in front of the famous fireplace. If you're wondering what's the story behind the famous fireplace, well, you're just going to have to go to find out.....  The picture to the left is the view of the Mississippi River from our hotel room and the picture to the right is the Mississippi River Bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Natchez so much I just had to go back.  A few weeks ago I took my mom (Dee); my mother-in-law (Betty); my aunt (Marsha); and cousin who is just like my aunt (Linda) back to Natchez.  We went to the Fall Pilgrimage to tour some of the annebelum homes.  We ate lunch at the Carriage House, toured some homes, ate dinner at King's Tavern, then went on the haunted tour.  We stayed at the same hotel that I stayed in back in June, so we had a great view of the Mississippi River.  We had a blast!  We are planning to go back during the Spring Pilgrimage in March.  This time the ladies want to take a horse and carriage ride through Natchez.  Hopefully, my sister will be able to go with us.  She's not much on this kind of stuff, but I do think she would have a good time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;This posting is getting a little lengthy.  So next time, I'll continue with the rest of my summer and the latest happenings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-7260231474156739642?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/7260231474156739642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=7260231474156739642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7260231474156739642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/7260231474156739642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSJo1XqhyoQ/SO9wUfWs75I/AAAAAAAAAAo/7jPYzaF1xhQ/s72-c/Bridge.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-1078441629956829707</id><published>2008-01-25T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:49:59.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a cold day..... Which I'm loving it! I just love the cold weather. I might change my mind if I had to work in it. I just love it when it's time to start getting my sweaters and winter clothes out. I guess that's when I know the holiday seasons are approaching us. Cold weather makes some people get the "winter blues", but I like to embrace the weather and take what God give us. This is so much like life. When life don't go our way or we don't get what we want. Don't get upset about it, embrace it. That's what life is about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-1078441629956829707?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/1078441629956829707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=1078441629956829707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/1078441629956829707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/1078441629956829707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-is-cold-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359242071918451402.post-8527643567187138367</id><published>2007-09-07T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:35:03.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger</title><content type='html'>Well, I have decided to start this new thing called, blogging. I'm still learning what it is, maybe I'll get the hang of it.....  Feel free to drop in a few lines to tell me hey!  I'll love to hear from  you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359242071918451402-8527643567187138367?l=amylmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/8527643567187138367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359242071918451402&amp;postID=8527643567187138367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/8527643567187138367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359242071918451402/posts/default/8527643567187138367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amylmoore.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-blogger.html' title='New Blogger'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046304168203922162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
