<?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-8411058201491652717</id><updated>2011-10-12T06:17:37.398-07:00</updated><category term='i'/><title type='text'>☆ Amy's Adventures☆</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-3606167937177205480</id><published>2011-05-27T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T05:36:05.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbo-Jumbo</title><content type='html'>So I know its suppose to be 5Q Friday, but I wasnt a fan of this weeks questions at all. I also realize it's been close to a month since I blogged. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working anywhere from 48-60 hours every week and up until a couple of weeks ago I was still in school, but &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;praise&lt;/span&gt;! I am done with school for a little bit. Things have been complicated this past week, but I think that slowly with time and God's help of course that everything will be worked out. I am an impatient person in a situation that requires a lot of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to get my hair cut with my mom! Im so excited :) and I am going out to eat with my adopted mom Sonja and my Momma for Sonja's bday. Then I work Friday-Monday night. So I probably wont be able to blog until Wednesday :) I know this blog is probably the most random mumbo-jumbo you have ever read, but I felt like it was time to start again and I didnt have anything to say. OK? Ok. That's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-3606167937177205480?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/3606167937177205480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=3606167937177205480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3606167937177205480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3606167937177205480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/05/mumbo-jumbo.html' title='Mumbo-Jumbo'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-6134277405971991669</id><published>2011-04-29T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T08:05:49.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Question Friday: April 29, 2011</title><content type='html'>So I know its been 20 days since I have posted, but finals are coming up which means I have projects and Im in mandatory overtime right now which means I am working a minimum of 48 hours every week! Talk about stressful!! But here is 5Q Fridays :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could buy any car, money not an option, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;If money isnt an option I would have like 20 cars. Haha, but my top two would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1956 Chevrolet Bel Air Sport in teal blue with white rimmed tires. Im a sucker for classic cars. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An orange 2011 Chevy Camero Convertible with white racing stripes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was your worst first date ever?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahaha. My worst first date was a "blind" date I let my friends set me up on my freshman year at FHU. The guy didnt talk. It was horrendous. Absolutely a wreck. We still laugh about that one to this day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. How old were you when you fell in love for the first time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time I fell in love I was 16 years old. I feel in love with one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. When was the last time you reconciled your checkbook?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Checkbook?! Who even uses a check anymore. Haha. Actually it was last week because I had to write two checks at the dr's office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you were going to fashion a "Wanted" Ad for a best friend, how would you word it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wanted: Searching for someone who is trustworthy, who can make me laugh, and who won't judge me for my lack of time. Someone who laughs at the stupid things and isn't afraid to call me out when I am out of line. Someone who is up for adventure and spontainty. Just simply putting it a person who loves life and is content with the small things :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Signing off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God Bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-6134277405971991669?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/6134277405971991669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=6134277405971991669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6134277405971991669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6134277405971991669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/04/5-question-friday-april-29-2011.html' title='5 Question Friday: April 29, 2011'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-437330275591407192</id><published>2011-04-08T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:04:36.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Question Friday :) April 8, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(14, 16, 41); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;f you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh me *sigh.* Just one? There are hundreds of things I would change. Literally hundreds of them. But if I had to pick one it would be my current bout of indecisiveness. Normally, I am a very decisive person-right now I dont think I could make a definitive decision if some had a gun to my head. Thats what I would change currently-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  As far as long term, I would like to change my appearance. We will leave it at that- Plain and simple-my appearance :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Write about a time when you got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Ahahah. Well, let me think. Everytime I go on a road trip I get lost at least once, or go walking in the woods, or even walking downtown. I actually love getting lost. Ill drive backroads here with the windows down and music blaring and get lost BUT as far as getting lost stories...hmm. There is always the story where &lt;a href="http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-weekend-combined-with-winterfest.html"&gt;Christine and I almost died&lt;/a&gt; but here's a new one. One time when I was at FHU, I was with my friend Julie and we decided to go to Florence, Alabama for my Papaws birthday. Well we were making awesome time and then we got to this fork in the road. Julie said she knew where she was going because she had been there last week. So I took her word. False. She had no idea where to go. It turned out that a trip that should have taken us about 2 hours ended up taking us 3 1/2 hours. We guessed and checked our way to Florence after that for in road. I was laughing the whole time and Julie was crying. She was so upset we were lost. I thought it was hysterical. Finally, we got to Alabama after going completely the wrong way! It was fun once I got her settled down ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;amping or 5 star hotel?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; It depends on who I am with. If I'm with my friends from here camping hands down. I love it. We camp a lot by the lake. I was actually there last night. It was amazing. We just laid by the spillway at the lake and watched stars. I would pick camping just because of the stars. If Im with someone who is going to whine the whole time about it being cold or the lack of electricity or the bugs then I would say 5 star hotel. BUT my personal preference is camping&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ave you donated blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes! I love to donate blood. I think that if you are able to you should. I donated about 5 times now, but I currently have to wait two years because of a decision I made back in November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o you have a budget or do you 'fly by' most months?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I use to fly by UNTIL two weeks ago. Now I am on a very strict budget because I have to move out and by a new car. My poor Sally the Solara is dying. She shakes, rattles and sometimes rolls. She is on her last limb, so I have to by a new car :/ which means I am on a VERY STRICT BUDGET now. (at least that's what I keep telling myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-437330275591407192?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/437330275591407192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=437330275591407192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/437330275591407192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/437330275591407192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/04/5-question-friday-april-8-2011.html' title='5 Question Friday :) April 8, 2011'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-2882248820385438957</id><published>2011-04-06T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:54:39.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday :)</title><content type='html'>Hello My Beloved Blog Readers!&lt;br /&gt;   I know Ive been totally slacking off of blogging, but yet again Im drowing. We are in "mandatory overtime." at work which results in my having to work a minimum of 48 hours every week :(&lt;br /&gt;That equals very minimum free time for me, but I am making some tonight. There have been several times this week when I thought "Man, I want to blog about that." but I havent had time so Im going to play a little catch up from last week. Im going to tell you about both my birthday celebrations :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: It was my 22nd Birthday. (yes, I know Im getting old). My Dad woke me up just to say, "Twenty-two years ago was one of the most special days of my life. I love you. Happy Birthday." I mean is there any more precious way to start off your birthday?! I came down stairs and mom had already left for work, but she had my presents wrapped and on the couch. I decided to wait because I know she like to watch us open them. As far as the day goes, it was pretty normal. I had school and a test to study for. After school I drove home changed and went up to the church. I decided to have a cookout instead of everyone going out to eat :) The party list were my closet friends that live here in Bowling Green/Alvaton/Westmoreland/Franklin: My parents, the Vann Clann(Uncle Bobby, Aunt Diane, Jessica, Mady, Austin(JV's bf) and B), Kanin, Klent, Matt, Micah, Emily, Emma, Caleb, and Sarah Beth and her two kids Julie and Christian. It was a blast. Klent and I(mainly Klent) grilled hamburgers and hot dogs before everyone got there. We did it pot luck style and I told everyone to bring a side dish! We just hung out and chilled for a while. We played basketball with some very intense games of Knock-Out. Once people started to filter out, those of us who were left watched Lion King 1 1/2. I know its corny, right? For my 22nd birthday we played basketball and watch Lion King. It is corny but it was perfect. There was no drama, no complication, no nothings. Just my best friends and I hanging out. It was amazing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the second part of my celebration. I took the day off so Wade and Allison and my beloved nephews could come up and play. Those boys have my heart. They are all so different, but wonderful. I am head over heels for them. Anyways-Wyatt(the middle one) comes running in and say, "Amy! We were watching Tangled on the way up here in our car! We brought you Tangled too!!" My Sister-in-Law, Allison, said, "Wyatt!! That's her birthday present you werent suppose to tell!" He said, "Its ok. Amy wants to watch it now. She told me so." haha. I love them. My mom cooked the most amazing food ever. We watched some basketball(yea March Madness!), played in the play room, ate ice cream cake, open presents and watch part of Tangled. I love spending time with them. We played super hero, making a band, hide-and-seek, follow the leader, and colored. It's the small things in life. These are the memories that mean the most to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesnt sound spectacular, my birthday plans I mean. But that's me. I like things to be intimate and small. Laid back and with meaning. My birthday may not sound super spectacular to you, but it was perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My Little Brother and Mamaw called on my birthday which makes it even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank yall for reading.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Ill try and remember to post pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-2882248820385438957?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/2882248820385438957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=2882248820385438957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/2882248820385438957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/2882248820385438957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday :)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-6753474473729521547</id><published>2011-03-30T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:08:57.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY THIS IS LATE! I THOUGHT I HIT POST LAST WEEK BUT APPARENTLY I DIDNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made my own Spring Break-I took off from work and skipped school and I WENT TO DISNEY WORLD! Julie, Texas and I went to have a reunion. We stayed at All Star Sports on property! Im going to take you through my days so let's start our Journey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: I got off work, went home and showered. I accidentally fell asleep so I missed church and left late for my plane. I woke up rushed packing and took off to Lexington to catch my flight. When I landed in Orlando, I took the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magical Express&lt;/span&gt; to my resort then took the bus to Downtown Disney. I LOVE Downtown Disney. I met up with Texas, Julie, and JoeBo(that's Julie's brother). We all 3 screamed when we saw each other. Its been 6 months since Ive seen Julie and over a year since Ive seen Texas. There was lots of screaming and lots of hugging. I ADORE reunions. Then we ate at T-Rex which is the Dinosaur version of Rain Forsest Cafe. It was lots of fun and then we went to Goofys Candy Shop. That was a given. After that we went to the resort and hung out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Texas had to leave Monday so we wanted to spend as much time as possible with her. So we decided to go resort hopping. We went to Grand Floridian, Polynesian and The Contemporary. After resort hopping we went and got lunch together. Then we went back to the hotel and just hung out for a while. We swam, laid out and talked. Texas had to leave after that. I only got to see her for a day, but that was better than nothing. The Joey, Julie and I went back to Downtown to eat supper. We ate at Earl of Sandwhich. Watched performers in the street. People were dancing and having a good time. Oh my. How I missed that place. We walked around and shopped for a little bit, then we went to the Grand Floridian and watched the fireworks at Magic Kingdom. I went in and saw my co-workers for a little bit and spoke to my manager(the ONE that I liked).  We went back home-Julie and I hung out and ate some chili-cheese fries while Joey had some chill time by himself. (We are a lot to take in...haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: We got to go to the parks! We woke up and got the day started off right :) We went to Epcot. We spent the first half of the day in Epcot. We rode Test Track, Soarin' and walked around the countries. We got to see the phenomenal performers in Italy. They were hysterical. Loud. Amazing. Performers. I got to see Bell, Mary Poppins and Alice. Let me tell you Epcot was having there festival of flowers :) It smelled wonderful. We walked into the park and there were Toy Story 3 sculpters of flowers and Hugs-A-Lots smelled like strawberries. The park immediately engulfed you in a sweet-summer smell of aroma of strawberries. There was a bambi flower and butterfly garden. All of the countries had their flags made of  flowers. There were flowers everywhere and it was beautiful. Breaktaking.&lt;br /&gt;             After Epcot, we went to Hollywood Studios. I love HS. We rode Tower of Terror, Rockin Roller Coaster, and Toy Story. We watched shows and walked around. We ate at a quick-food place then we went to Fantasmic!! I am still in love with that show. Like I am such a kid when it comes to it. I screamed and squealed when I saw Mickey. JoBoe laughed at me a lot. He hadnt ever been to the parks with me so he had no idea what I was like.  Everything felt so surreal like I hadnt left and I wasnt really there all at the same time. I got goose bumps and teared up when I realized I didnt know how long it would be until I got to do that again. We went back to the hotel and Julie and I went swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: We got kind of a later start so we went to Magic Kingdom for the day! We rode Big Thunder and Splash Mountain. I got soaked on Splash Mountain. We watched the parade and rode Space Mountain twice! We played Buzz and saw Woody. We ate at Pecos Bill and I fell in love with the place all over again. We rode Pirates of the Carribean and saw Aladdin and Jasmine. We hit up every ride there. It's a Small World, Philarmagic, Haunted Mansion, and so many others. I am in love with Disney. Haha. We went a rode Space Mountain one more time and then it began to get dark. Normally thats the bad part of the day when scary things start happening. BUT not at Disney. It's when things get magical. We went and watched the Electrical Parade which is NOT the same as Spectromagic. It's still a light parade but it's not the same. I loved watching it nevertheless. It was breath taking. I was amazing at how beautiful Snow White was and I said "She's so pretty!" Then about 45 seconds after she had passed my part of the road SHE CAME BACK TO WHERE I WAS STANDING AND SHOOK MY HAND! Yes, that's right Snow White came back to say hi to me! Yes, you should be jealous. I squealed. LOUDLY! I was so happy. The parade couldnt get any better after that moment. Then we went to the castle. The beloved treasured castle. They have a new pre-show before the fireworks. I watched it and teared up the whole time because they make the castle look like a back-drop and they play movies and display 100 of thousand pictures of people from Disney. It was stunning. amazing. beautiful. Word's cant describe how moving that is and how COOL it is? I mean really they used Cinderella's castle to play home movies on! Only at Disney. Then we watched Wishes. We had an amazing spot. I stood there in awe and it was an emotional thing. Always is. (NO Abby Lou, I did not cry). After fireworks we went back to the hotel and got snacks before bed time. We went back and watched Wizards of Waverly Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: JoBoe had to leave first thing Thursday morning. So the Julie and I went to my happy place. Typhoon Lagoon. I was so ridiculously giddy. We spent the day in the wave pool, lazy river, and the shark reef. I think we ended up swimming with the sharks 4 different times. That for real is peace on earth to me. To be in the tank with the fish and sharks. Watching them and seeing the beautiful colors is simply serenity. We ate at the Leaning Palms and I saw lots of people I use to work with. It was so good to see them. Then Julie and I got what summarizes my summer up. We got a Garbage Pail from Happy Landings. Remember that thing? It's a sand pail full of ice cream. We ate it all. Of course after we ate it we spent probably an hour in the lazy river because we were too full to do anything else. After Typhoon closed we went home, took a nap and then went to Downtown Disney. We shopped, ate supper, and watched some more preformers. It was a perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: I had to leave :( I am not a fan of Friday. We spent some time being bums and watching tv. We packed up and moved Julie to her new room(she stayed a week longer to work). Then I went and loaded up my stuff on the bus :( We moped around for a little and finally said our goodbyes. It was so sad. When I landed in Lexington it was 42 degree; when I left Florida it was 84. Talk about a reality check! Because I was in Lexington I had to see my Abby Lou. I went to UK(gag me) and drove to her dorm. We watched The Office together. It was WAY to little of time spent together. I miss her oodles and oodles but Ill take what I can get. Then I drove home and here we are. Back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum it up. I love Disney. I miss Disney and I got to see Julie, Texas and Abby Lou. It was a good trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-6753474473729521547?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/6753474473729521547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=6753474473729521547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6753474473729521547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6753474473729521547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-spring-break.html' title='MY Spring Break'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-8020772277527324745</id><published>2011-03-28T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T07:59:10.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind: Spring Break Week</title><content type='html'>I am swamped. I am now in overtime at work which means Im working 50ish hours every week, and Im still going to school. THEREFORE I havent really had time to blog about the past 3 weeks so I am going to rewind today and tomorrow so that I can get everyone caught up. Ok, one two three. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break Week: March 7th-11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 7th: I worked the 6th so I got off at 7am. I went home, changed clothes, packed and jumped in my car and took off. I drove to Knoxville to see a friend from Michigan. Let's just say "You live and learn" or "Hindsight is 20/20." Awful long story short, I will never drive 4 hours for a boy who I am not commited too. EVER. AGAIN. After I left Knoxville I drove another 4 hours to Pulaski to stay with Grandmother. I got to her house about 11 and I went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 8th: Grandmother and I spent the day together. We cleaned her house, ordered lunch, and then watched some tv. About 3 oclock, my cousin Shannon, her husband(Corey) and their precious son(Charlie) came over to play. We spent the rest of the day playing with Charlie and talking to Shannon and Corey. I love them very much. After they left, Grandmother and I talked and watched some more tv then headed off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 9th: I woke up had breakfast with Grandmother and got in the car to drive to Florence, Alabama to see my Mamaw and Papaw. Once I got there Mamaw and I got to talk some before my Mom got there. We spent the day talking, then we ordered supper. Mom took Mamaw to church and I got to stay with My Papaw for a little while. I read to him while he rested in the bed. Mom then came home from church and I went to go to the second service called Peak of the Week. I love it. We thought that worked best because Mamaw got to stay for both services that way. It was a good day with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 10th: I stayed with Papaw while Mom and Mamaw went to a dr.'s apt. After the appointment they came home and we ordered lunch. Then Mamaw and I went shopping together. I hate to shop with a passion, but my Mamaw made is an enjoyable experience. She bought me some new clothes and she got to go shopping at Ross for the first time(Which is my favorite store ever!). We went to another store and she bought me two shirts there. It was so good to get to spend time with her she is such an amazing woman and an inspiration to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 11th: I got up and spent the day with Mamaw and Papaw and Mom. I stayed with them until about 5 so I could help put Papaw to bed. After that I drove back to Pulaski to pick my Dad up. I stayed and visited with Grandmother some more :) Then we went back to good ole A-town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesnt sound like a super exciting Spring Break, but it was too me. I got to spend time with my family. With my Grandparents! I hardly ever get to see them, so the time I have with them is super special and very treasured. If you live close to your Grandparents, you should feel honored. Don't take it for granted. Anyways- I had a good spring break. I love my family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-8020772277527324745?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/8020772277527324745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=8020772277527324745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8020772277527324745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8020772277527324745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/03/rewind-spring-break-week.html' title='Rewind: Spring Break Week'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-6416183540972235066</id><published>2011-03-19T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T06:21:57.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Question Friday :) March 18th, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(14, 16, 41); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Have you ever testified in court? For what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have never testified in court. HOWEVER I have been on jury duty and been placed on a trial. The trial was for a drunk driver. It was a really neat experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Do you still have your wedding dress?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I can honestly can say I don't have my wedding dress. Oh wait. You should probably be engaged or married to have a wedding dress. I am neither of these :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Is there a special place you like to go when you're happy, sad, stressed, etc.?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I am stressed or sad I drive. I get lost on the backroads where I can cry. I know its not the safest thing to do it drive on roads you don't know when you can't see or think straight, but it always helps me work things out and I seem to pray better when I drive. When Im happy I like to be outside especially with friends or family. If not with people, I like to read outside by a creek or at the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. If you have kids, do they sleep with you? If you don't have kids...will you let your kids sleep with you when/if you have them?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I don't have kids, but I am sure I will let them sleep with me when I have them. Whenever there was a storm or I had a nightmare when I was little I would go get in the bed with my parents. I knew I was safe then. It was such a comfort for me, and I want my kids to be able to feel that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you watch late night TV?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes I do. I usually catch up on my missed shows late at night or watch movies. I have a set group of shows I watch every week, but Im normally out when they come on so I watch everything super late on DVR. It also helps me relax before I go to bed :) And of course when Im on break at work its normally around 2am so if you want to count that as late night tv, then yes, I definitely watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-6416183540972235066?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/6416183540972235066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=6416183540972235066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6416183540972235066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6416183540972235066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/03/five-question-friday-march-18th-2011.html' title='Five Question Friday :) March 18th, 2011'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-4774892563832269894</id><published>2011-03-04T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:40:59.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Question Friday :) 3/4/11</title><content type='html'>This week's 5 question Friday werent really 5 questions that I couldn't answer(kids) or didnt really care too so I googled 5 get-to-know you questions. TADA! Google always has an answer. These were the first 5 questions that came up: So here is my 5 Question Friday! Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your favorite game as a child&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Board Game: I Loved( still love) Life, Yahtzee and Candy Land. I love all card games. Video Game: Zelda or Duck Hunt on the Nitendo 64. Card Game: Uno until I learned Rook(and since then it's been love at first bid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What's the best thing about being you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That God blessed me with an amazing support system. My family is the best thing in the world and my friends are a second family. I have not just my biological family, but two adopted families: my friends and my church family. So the best thing about me really isn't me- it's the people around me. It's the people that make me me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What's your favorite meal of the day, and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner(the afternoon meal) and the only reason it wins is because of Sunday afternoon dinners. I think that after you get full and get a nap it's one of the best feelings therefore Sunday Dinner's are my favorite. Otherwise it would be midnight snacktime :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Would you rather be exceptionally smart or exceptionally good-looking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh I hate these kinds of questions. I would rather just have someone ordinary. I love dorky cute guys like Clark Kent. I had much rather have a Clark Kent than a Superman any day. So I guess in regards to this question I had have to say exceptionally smart as long as he isnt going to talk down to me, because heaven knows if the boy talks down to me all heck will break loose. That's that. As long as he is a Christian guy that God wants me to be with than that's all that really matters in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How would you describe your underwear drawer?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incredibly unorganized. I dont fold my underwear because it doesnt matter if they are wrinkled as long as they are clean. That's all that really matters. The clean part. So they are just thrown into a drawer. Isn't your life complete now that you know that random fact about me? Im glad it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-4774892563832269894?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/4774892563832269894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=4774892563832269894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4774892563832269894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4774892563832269894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/03/5-question-friday-3411.html' title='5 Question Friday :) 3/4/11'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-155410309840618613</id><published>2011-03-02T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:30:33.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday: Hodgepodge Post</title><content type='html'>Today I have a two very opposite things: First I want to start off with prayer request. My Mamaw had surgery today and I would like to ask that you pray for her to have a quick and easy recovery. She takes care of my Papaw. She is an amazingly strong and beautiful woman. She in such an inpsiration to me and I admire her strenght. It amazes me how much she does to care of my Papaw. I know how hard of a job it is, but it is especially hard because she takes care of someone she loves. Just pray she has a quick and speady recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my friend Micah. She is having surgery on Thursday. Please pray that all things go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my Klento Mento and Im going to leave it at that. God knows what He needs. Please pray for Klent's family, his parents-Linda and Darell. His brothers-Matt and Nathan especially Nathan because he just made an unexpected move to Louisville yesterday. It was sudden. Pray that God keeps in a Christiain mindset and guides his direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my friend Brian is this very trying time and his new trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for Ede, Kathy, Katie, and Sandra D. These are all nurses that I am very close too but they are all having very difficult times in their lives. They are all struggling in very different ways, but it breaks my heart to see them hurt. Pray that they heal and understand that God is there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for time in my prayer request; moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a bowling date. But not a date-date. This was a play-date with Noah Thomas. He is an 8 year old boy who goes to Natcher Elementary school and goes to Alvaton with me. Besides my nephew and my boys, he is the only male that makes my heart melt. He has the precious crooked grin that turns me into butter. He is spoiled rotten, but I can't say no to that precious face. I picked Noah up from school and he comes out wearing those silly black glasses, with the nose and mustache attached to them. You know the ones Im talking about? I ask him why he's got them on and he said "It was mustache day at school!" He looked so cute with his backpack and glasses on. Anyways I we went bowling and I took some really neat pictures(yeah for my photography class!). He cracks me up; he is super competitive so when he doesn't get a strike or a spare, it's like the world ended. After we bowled a couple of games, we went and played in the arcade and he won enough ticket to get a Sherrifs badge. He then paraded around with the badge and mustache glasses on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bowling alley, I took Noah to campus with me. This is where he said my favorite thing that probably made me laugh the hardest. We were driving down Greek row and all the girls were out on the lawn, people were running, and just hanging out. I had already told him how in college you got to make your own schedule and he said he would take classes on Tuesday and Thursday and work on Mondays and Wednesday, but he would have to get off early on Wednesday because thats a church day. Talk about precious?! He said then I can play sports on Friday and Saturday and go to church on Sunday. So we drove a little further and I pointed out the Hilltopper for Christ House and I explained that that was were a lot of the college people from our church and Greenwood Park hung out. He asked what do they do there? I said, "We play corn hole, talk, eat, watch tv....you know? Just hang out." He sat there for a second then shook he said and said, "Man! I LOVE COLLEGE LIFE!" I busted out laughing. He's 8. I took him into Mass Media with where he won over all of the girls in there. Then we went to Chic-Fil-A. We got some supper and then drove to dodge ball. I made the mistake of giving the kid a Dr. Pepper. Never again. Never again. We played dodge ball for about an hour then I had to take him home. We had a lot of fun, and I hated to drop him off but he said he a lot of homework. I was trying to be responsible :) Anyways. That's pretty much it for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-155410309840618613?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/155410309840618613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=155410309840618613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/155410309840618613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/155410309840618613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/03/wednesday-hodgepodge-post.html' title='Wednesday: Hodgepodge Post'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-423022088330458445</id><published>2011-02-28T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:27:34.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past 3 Weekends Update :)</title><content type='html'>I realized that I havent update on some fun time events that have happened lately so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;February 12th-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was a random Saturday that I got to be off. It was a split weekend which I am not fond of at all, but it worked out for the best. It was my friend, Brian's birthday and he decided to have a chili cook-off in order to celebrate it and Klento Mento's surgery being successful. I had so much fun hanging out with my friends. Then we went to Caleb's to watch the UT game(they did that just for me) and then we went to the movies. After the movies, Emma and I met up with Abby Lou so I could meet her new boyfriend at Denny's. We sat around and giggled. Poor Jeffrey had to listen to girl talk the whole time and he didnt have much sleep at all. I felt bad for him. (ps they are precious) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****SIDE NOTE: I feel that I should interject who "We" are. You see for the past few years, my Alvaton friends have remained the same for the most past with exception of a few new addition so when I say me. I mean me and my boys. Caleb, The Palmer Brother(Matt, Klento Mento, and Nathan), and Kanin and Brian(they are our newest addition). The only other two girls that constant are Emma and Bethany. So when I say we please assume it was these people or the majority of these people. There are usually some exceptions, but for the most part. Theses are my friends. We call ourselves a little family. That's how we function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;February 19th-&lt;/span&gt;This Saturday we celebrated Brian's birthday again by going Outback. This time there were 14 of us, Embem graced us with her presence. It was lovely :) I had to go to work so I bailed early on Saturday. Sunday after church we went to eat at Toots. Caleb was on medicine for being sick and I was slap happy from no sleep. This was a bad combination. We were hysterical; but only to each other. That's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;February 26th- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/Sydni-Perry-and-Cafe-Blue/120348194668820"&gt;Sydni Perry's Band &lt;/a&gt;was playing in Westmoreland and everyone was getting to go. That's all everyone had been talking about for two weeks was going to W-town and going line dancing. All my friends and a LOT of people from church.  I was so ooober depressed because I had to work. I woke up heartbroken, and then work called. They put me on call. I literally screamed. (For those of you who dont know, when I get put on call it means I don't have to come into work unless they call me and then I have two hours to get to the hospital) I thought it was a mean joke. Then I found out they were serious, I quickly changed out of scrubs, and into my boots! I had so much fun learning some new line dancing, doing the cha-cha slide, electric slide, cupid shuffle, and the twist. Listening to Sydni was great! We had so much fun and I got to spend time with my friends. It was wonderful having a Saturday night off and just having fun! We stayed to hear the second band and ended up staying out about 4 hours, then we went to the Palmers apt and played Rock Band for a little bit. Bethany spent the night with me and we had some good quality heart to heart. I love conversation. It makes me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways now you are updated on at least the past 3 weekends in my life. Thank you for reading&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-423022088330458445?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/423022088330458445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=423022088330458445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/423022088330458445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/423022088330458445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/02/past-3-weekends-update.html' title='The Past 3 Weekends Update :)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-1208364661228589008</id><published>2011-02-25T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T09:15:16.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Question Friday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Five Question Friday" href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's get this Five Question Friday show on the road!!&lt;br /&gt;Rules for Five Question Friday: Copy and paste the following questions to your blog post, answer them and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions for Friday, February 24&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Can you drive a stick shift?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No, but I can drive semi drive a tractor does that count? This is so weird that this is on of the questions because on Wednesdays night I was talking with my group of friends about how this was on my bucket list. Maybe one day soon I will be able to learn :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are two foods you just can't eat?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I absolutely 100% cannot eat jello. I am going to admit it here. Once and for all. For all the blogging world to know. I have a phobia of jello. I have panic attacks. When it comes to feeding a patient, I will give the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;, ice cream and applesauce, but I can not give them jello. It's been that way since I was little. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accurately&lt;/span&gt; had a panic attack feeding a patient jello. Go ahead and make fun, but you're food should not wiggle and jiggle like that. Another food I can not eat is livers. They taste like mud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;3. Do you buy Girl Scout Cookies? What is your favorite kind?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHO DOESN'T BUY GIRL SCOUT COOKIES(Besides Boy Scouts?) I meant seriously? Girl Scout Cookie Season it like the time that gets you through Christmas and Christmas in July?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tagalongs&lt;/span&gt;. Hands down. I mean who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; love peanut butter and chocolate. Put them together in a cookie and you have perfection! I mean all the others are honorable mentions, but really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tagalongs&lt;/span&gt; take the prize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you pamper yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;   Me time doesn't happen often, but I love to read. When I really want to pamper myself, Ill take a book and go to B&amp;amp;N and sit for a few hours with a bottle of chocolate milk. IF &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; splurging I'll buy a new pair of Chucks or tennis shoes. But as far as me time I'll go to the park or by the creek or river and read. That's my favorite. To read outside. Let me paint you a picture. There is a river that isn't too far from our house, I love to take the back roads and drive fast, windows down music blaring, get lost for a while. That gives me time to think. Time to relax and take in God's creation and take in things Ive been taking for granted. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like spas, pedicures or manicures. That mess makes me even more tense.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your nickname and how did you get it?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have several nicknames. No one really calls me anything concrete though. Christine calls me Amy Lynn; that's really the only one that has been consistent over the past years. Several people call me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aimes&lt;/span&gt;, Amy Lou, or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aimers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Signing off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God Bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-1208364661228589008?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/1208364661228589008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=1208364661228589008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1208364661228589008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1208364661228589008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/02/five-question-friday_25.html' title='Five Question Friday :)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-6282669027753570642</id><published>2011-02-23T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:29:11.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things(People) I love Thursdays...</title><content type='html'>I dont have many girl friends. I have always been one of the boys. I have a lot of guy friends and I like it, even it LOVE it that way. HOWEVER, here recently I have come to appreciate my girl friends even more. I have always loved them, but now I realized how much I need them in my life. In high school I had oh about 4 girl friends, in college I had a lot of them, but I have lost a lot of those lately. Its ok. That is what life it about. Relationships change, people leave and come, you live you learn. So, today I wanted to talk about 3 of my very dear friends: Abby, Emily and Emma. (Disclaimer:This blog isnt meant to leave anyone out or hurt anyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through a lot lately and these 3 beautiful ladies have helped me out a lot so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Abby:&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; I call her Abbicans or Abby Lou. We met my sophomore year of high school when she was dating a mutual friend. We at first decided we couldnt be friends because she was a UK fan and I was a UT fan. We soon figured out that we were destined to be soul mates, so we had to find a remedy to this problem. We decided that since orange(UT's col&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;or) and blue(UK's color) are complimentary colors on the color wheel it meant that we could be friends. So then we became complimentary friend. CC's. We became super close we were Bean Queens at Split Tree BBQ and President and VP of PRF our Senior Year of high school. Abby has been such an inspiration for me over the years. She had to grow up a lot quicker than I did. She is a responsible, determined, and motivated. She is super pretty on the inside and out. She plays a killer air guitar and sings like a man; she loves classic Rock N' Roll. She is an amazing artist. She is a lot of things I am not. She is a lot of things I strive to be. Abby deserves to be happy and loved. She deserves to get the best in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;life because works hard and is a killer friend. She makes me laugh a lot. She is super honest, and tells me to suck it up and move on when I am on a pity party(which I love about her). She has a super big heart and a great sense of humor. She accepts me with all my stubbornness and flaws. Abby Lou, thank you for being a role model for me. We're friends(aka I love you). Thank you for being my BEST friend(that's one of the few times Ill ever say best ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zA2p1zELyRU/TWbihowTN_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/YT6XXK4rNOk/s1600/168317_1666736707051_1196280190_31712388_2279536_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577394256048502770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zA2p1zELyRU/TWbihowTN_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/YT6XXK4rNOk/s320/168317_1666736707051_1196280190_31712388_2279536_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Emily: I call her Embem. Embem is 4 years younger than me. I LOVE that. (I wish I was Greek so I could use the words other than love-anyways) EmBem and I knew each other from church, but we didnt really become friends until Carter mention how cool of an artist she was. He kept talking about her "doodlings" that she would do in church and in class. I went and asked her about it, and BAM! Instanious friendship :) Embem is hands down on of the coolest people I know. She is nifty. She is artsy, down-to-earth, and laid back. If I had been have as cool as her which I was 17, I dont know what I would have done with myself. EmBem helps me grow spiritually every time we talk. She helps me see things from a view point that I dont normally see things from. She gives me a different angle on things which I love! She helps me see that God isnt just my view. EmBem is the baby of our group and she HATES it when I say that, but I think it's really cool. I have a role model that is 4 years younger than me. She is super smart on top of everything else. She is beautiful too. She also makes me laugh with her wit and puns! She is a fan of Chucks(the shoes and show!) and introduces me into new music and art. EmBem thank you for being a teacher and an amazing friend. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577468713249275986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-_W2_Vsel8/TWcmPncUAFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/WEkGNWu64ug/s320/58201_1457629473990_1030970057_31060872_7207552_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emma: I call her Eeeeeemma Estell, Eeemma, or BoobooBear. Emma and I met when I was a Senior and she was a Freshman in high school. I was placed in an all girl-all Freshman choir. It was miserable, but in the midst of that miserable situation I got one of my best friends so it was worth it. Emma makes me laugh. A lot. A whole lot. She makes me realize when I am super depressed, that God has a plan for me. Emma is an amazing Christian who puts things into perspective for me. We have both been going through a hard time in the last few month so I wanted to say thank you for growing with me. Emma has been made me laugh when I needed to laugh, cried with me when I needed to cry, ate cookie dough with me when I needed to be a girl, sat in silence with me when we didnt know what to say, held my hand when I didnt know what to do and loved me when I simply felt alone. Emma is an old woman who loves dogs and feet(yes, I did just call you out). She makes sure we read our Bible before we go to bed at night and do a devo. Emma has also helped me grow spiritually. She also makes me checks my mood when Im in a bad mood. So Eeeemma Estelle, thank you for loving me when I am broken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOwNv9YVOeI/TWcuerpksNI/AAAAAAAAAdU/tCsaRmHc5kk/s1600/162680_1666797588573_1196280190_31712544_7405733_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577477768169697490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOwNv9YVOeI/TWcuerpksNI/AAAAAAAAAdU/tCsaRmHc5kk/s320/162680_1666797588573_1196280190_31712544_7405733_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So there you have it. I have other leading ladies in my life such as my Mom(She has been an amazing help and I have learned to adore our relationship), My Mamaw, and My Grandmother, The Vanns(B, JV, and Aunt Diane) LouAnne, Julie, Shannon, Ede, and Sonja play major roles in my life. I just wanted to say thank you too all of the lovely ladies in my life. Thank you impacting me. (Im sure Im forgetting some people so please dont be offended just know that I appreciate you too). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;God Bless&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-6282669027753570642?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/6282669027753570642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=6282669027753570642' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6282669027753570642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6282669027753570642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/02/thingspeople-i-love-thursdays.html' title='Things(People) I love Thursdays...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zA2p1zELyRU/TWbihowTN_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/YT6XXK4rNOk/s72-c/168317_1666736707051_1196280190_31712388_2279536_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-7312379682350287173</id><published>2011-02-18T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:58:13.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Question Friday :)</title><content type='html'>I love that I discovered this because this makes for an easy, ummhmm, I mean wonderful blog before I have to sleep before I go into work tonight. Yea! night shift.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7uDzpBzy_U/TV7NiRQqsjI/AAAAAAAAAcc/FEcSEC2Z9NE/s1600/th_w6r0jk.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7uDzpBzy_U/TV7NiRQqsjI/AAAAAAAAAcc/FEcSEC2Z9NE/s320/th_w6r0jk.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575119377363808818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(14, 16, 41); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have you worn the same outfit more than one day in a row?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes maam! Im not ashamed. Dont you judge me ;) Im in college. They charge for laundry when I lived at Disney. What do you expect?! You know you have too. AND You know you you jeans are really comfortable until you have wore them twice and got them steched and comfy again :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you had to choose any LARGE city to live in, which would it be?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nashville. I am contemplating moving there anyways. Does Nashville count? I think it's large. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fly or drive with the kids on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dont have kids BUT I prefer driving I like to take the scenic route and stop at Mom and Pop places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is your idea of "spring cleaning"?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For real throwing out stuff. Goodwill here I come. I also like to leave the windows open for about a week and use carpet cleaner. The fresh cotton scent, if you must know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is the best book you have ever read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I  love to read. I dont know though. I have read John Grisham's A Painted House 3 Times, but I am in love with Jodi Piccoult's Books. She is one of my favorites. My favorite favorite though is probably Pride and Prejudice. I probably have just about one for each genre of reading if you ask me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you reading! Signing Off!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-7312379682350287173?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/7312379682350287173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=7312379682350287173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/7312379682350287173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/7312379682350287173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/02/five-question-friday.html' title='Five Question Friday :)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7uDzpBzy_U/TV7NiRQqsjI/AAAAAAAAAcc/FEcSEC2Z9NE/s72-c/th_w6r0jk.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-7617686434482058851</id><published>2011-02-16T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:09:41.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Barnes, Joe White, and New Friends Oh My!</title><content type='html'>We all know I am very busy. School. Work. Friends. Family. Sleep(Very little of that). Ive worked overtime this week, but last night even with everything on my to do list I took sometime for myself. I went a F-R-E-E &lt;a href="http://www.davebarnes.com/"&gt;Dave Barnes&lt;/a&gt; concert on campus. Emma and Emily came with me. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; just a concert though. It was put on by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BCM&lt;/span&gt; on campus. &lt;a href="http://http//www.pureexcitement.com/WhoIsJoeWhite.aspx"&gt;Joe White&lt;/a&gt;, who is a really amazing speaker, did a drama presentation. He spoke as he built the cross that Jesus was crucified on. He did it from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prespective&lt;/span&gt; of the man who built that cross. It was really neat to watch. Then people who wanted to could write their sins on the card and take it to the front and have it nailed on the cross. It was really moving to watch peoples sins people physically nailed upon a cross. People flooded the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ailse&lt;/span&gt; and lined up to have their sins nailed. He then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gace&lt;/span&gt; them a chain to prove that they are a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bondservant&lt;/span&gt; to God now. They are giving their life to God. They are his. Now and forever more. I mean I think that is so neat.I think there is a huge difference we miss everyday.  When we view &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;our self&lt;/span&gt; as God's slave we see things as "have too" like 10 Commandments, We HAVE to read the Bible, We Have to go to church, We HAVE to not cuss, and we HAVE to follow him. BUT when we see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;our self&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;God's servants&lt;/span&gt; we GET to follow the 10 Guidelines, We GET to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emurse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; in God's Word; He blesses us with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to read it. We GET the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to fellowship with other saints at church, school, after school, and at events like last night. AND We GET the opportunity to choose our language; We GET to choose what words come out of our mouth. We are God's servants, not just his slaves. We GET to serve our Maker. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; force us too. That's something people need to focus on(Sorry, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; off my soap-box now. Back to last night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Barnes then came out and sang. PS. He is amazing live. He was hysterical. After that Emma and Emily invited a couple of guys, David and Robert to come to GADS(Great American Doughnuts) with us. We stayed out way to late, but we had lots of  fun. It was what I needed. A night out. It was great. It was wonderful. It was a God thing.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-7617686434482058851?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/7617686434482058851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=7617686434482058851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/7617686434482058851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/7617686434482058851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/02/dave-barnes-joe-white-and-new-friends.html' title='Dave Barnes, Joe White, and New Friends Oh My!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-6805442012797262876</id><published>2011-02-09T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:16:09.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing I love Thursdays....</title><content type='html'>TADA! Im back but only because Im not working today and we got out of school because of the snow! Yea for going not going to main campus for classes on Thursday.  So it's Things I love Thursday. Ive debated and debated on what I want to talk about that I love and focus on cause I "love/like" a lot of things. I still cant decide what to write about. Im very sorry bloggers that this isnt going to be a very good post. I've decided to tell you my Top Ten Favorite Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She's The Man&lt;br /&gt;9. The Mighty Ducks(1,2, and 3)&lt;br /&gt;8. Disney Movie of My Choice Depending on My Mood&lt;br /&gt;7. Save the Last Dance&lt;br /&gt;6. The Dark Night&lt;br /&gt;5. Sound of Music&lt;br /&gt;4. Harry Potter Series&lt;br /&gt;3. Two Weeks Notice&lt;br /&gt;2. When In Rome and The Proposal(It's a Tie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY ALL TIME FAVORITE IS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Remember The Titans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-10 change on a weekly basis because I love musicals and so those filter in and out. Mama Mia and Hairspray a frequent visitors in that list as well. I have a lot of movies that I love to watch. Disney movies are ranked pretty highly too. I love movies. However, Remember the Titans wont change. It is my all time favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry its a pretty lame blog, but Im very busy. Saturday I should have some catch time and Abby is coming into town so maybe Ill have some stories for you! Thank you for reading!&lt;br /&gt;Signing off!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-6805442012797262876?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/6805442012797262876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=6805442012797262876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6805442012797262876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6805442012797262876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/02/thing-i-love-thursdays.html' title='Thing I love Thursdays....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-1042188974908501430</id><published>2011-01-31T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T06:38:49.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Friends For Life</title><content type='html'>Its been 6 days since Ive blogged, but 6 days is better than 6 months like my normal dry spell. Yes? Yes. Glad you agree. Ok, friends, please be patient with me while I start my balancing act again. I really do love to blog, but its hard for me too when my schedule gets like it is. I literally write almost every minute of everyday in. I am taking 16 hours of classes and working full-time, so when I am not doing those two things I am with my friends and family trying to make the most of things. Anyways I wanted to tell you this really cool story so here it goes. Im going to try to blog tonight before I go into work(Im bitter I have to work during the week with school, but thats my boss for you). Here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been really down lately about blogging because I feel like no one reads it. I know I have a one loyal reader(thank you Mamaw), but still it is alot of work to sit down and make yourself write and take out time to do it. Ive been really discouraged about doing it. No comments. No nothing. Nada. You know? Anyways. This isnt a sob story, its the back story to my cool story. SOOOO. I was thinking about closing up shop with one final blog last week then I got this really cool email from one of my best friends. Her name is Abby. She is one of the most beautiful people I know. Inside and out. God has her in my life for multiple reasons, but she always sends me random messages when I am down. The really cool thing is she normally sends them without me saying Abby, Im depressed. She just always sends them at the right time. God has us on the same wavelength. I dont think I do that for her; I wish I had her intuition. This week she sent me one saying how my blog was her entertainment for the night :) AND she used my one about the puzzle piece to help one of her friends out. That was what meant the most to me. Like seriously?!(There's the Grey's for you, CC) Her email made my day. So thank you ACC!! We are friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yall might not have appreciated that like I did, but still it meant something to me. Ill try to blog later, because its Not Me Monday and I have a really embarrassing story to tell you, but right now I have to go. So have a blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-1042188974908501430?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/1042188974908501430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=1042188974908501430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1042188974908501430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1042188974908501430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/01/close-friends-for-life.html' title='Close Friends For Life'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-133658377188361683</id><published>2011-01-25T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T23:36:23.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer Options....what's weighing on my mind</title><content type='html'>Hello One and All. Ive been MIA because school has started back which means full time hours and full time work. Yippee :( not really. Anyways here's what it is on my mind and I thought that maybe if I wrote about somethings would clear up. They might just get more muddled. As of right now I have every intention to move this summer. I am not happy at WKU and there are lots of other things I am unhappy about in my life, and Ive always told people that if you arent happy do something about it. Therefore, I am going to do something about it. So in July I am going to move to either Knoxville or Nashville. If I go to Nashville, I will work and go to school at Lipscomb. If I go to Knoxville, I will work and go to school at UT. I am not sure which I have decided to go to yet. Also this summer, I have the opportunity to go to two mission trips. One to Honduras with Murray State and one to go do Medical Mission for two weeks with the Christian Relief Fund. I have to start working on those if I am going to do that. I have to raise the money. The third option is to go to Africa with Western. There are my options. I know ultimately it is my decision, but if you would please pray for me. Thank you all so much!&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-133658377188361683?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/133658377188361683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=133658377188361683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/133658377188361683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/133658377188361683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-summer-optionswhats-weighing-on-my.html' title='My Summer Options....what&apos;s weighing on my mind'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-1693766413490610297</id><published>2011-01-22T06:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T07:05:35.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctuary Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TTrvdLCTgoI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SmlzEeCJSbs/s1600/163231_10150090669801937_607201936_6453187_6337019_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TTrvdLCTgoI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SmlzEeCJSbs/s320/163231_10150090669801937_607201936_6453187_6337019_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565023574027371138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I already posted about GCG, but I wanted to talk more about the whole puzzle piece concept. When we took communion we got our on piece of a puzzle. I think that that single piece is what made it all click. Something tangible. Something so small made such a HUGE impact in my life. I want to share my revelation to you. So bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just like a puzzle piece. Just like the one I hold in my hand. I am imperfect alone, but with everyone else I am perfect. The dents that I have, the imperfections I have and the random colors I have dont make sense alone. When I look at me, a single piece, my life doesnt make sense, but when you put me with other people's dents, imperfections and random colors we work together. We arent imperfection; together we are perfection. Dont you get it? Alone we are nothing. Together we are everything. Alone we dont make sense. Together we are genius. But this also works in reverse. When God looks at his puzzle, sometimes we are the piece missing. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Sometimes YOU are what makes God's picture come together. Your imperfections make his picture complete. Without YOU his puzzle doesnt work. How amazing is that? We complete God's puzzle. When we refuse to play the part he is given us, it doesnt work. You have to have all of the pieces for a puzzle to work. We fit. I fit. You fit. We  all have a place. Stop fighting what God has laid out for you. Embrace it. Love it because God embraces you and loves you. Your imperfections is what makes your perfect because without them you wouldn't fit. Your dents, brokenhearts, scars, and tears mix with hope, love, and joy to make a perfect picture. You help make my picture perfect. You help make God's picture perfect. I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-1693766413490610297?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/1693766413490610297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=1693766413490610297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1693766413490610297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1693766413490610297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/01/sanctuary-saturday.html' title='Sanctuary Saturday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TTrvdLCTgoI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SmlzEeCJSbs/s72-c/163231_10150090669801937_607201936_6453187_6337019_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-9196275654353076279</id><published>2011-01-21T14:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:35:39.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Question Friday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TToIXWf04AI/AAAAAAAAAcA/5xRSAHI3xDo/s1600/th_w6r0jk.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TToIXWf04AI/AAAAAAAAAcA/5xRSAHI3xDo/s320/th_w6r0jk.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564769486838751234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was reading Paige's blog and saw this and thought it was neat. So I wanted to share the Five Question Friday on my Blog as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Where did you meet your spouse, and did you know instantly it was love?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, you see, you have to be married to have an answer to that question. I am not married :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. What is your favorite room in the house?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; My bedroom. Hands down. I love it not because it is the best decorated or has the nicest furniture. I love it because it is mine and it has the best bed in the entire world. All of my friends love my bed :) Also I have a new couch addition which is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Can you wiggle your ears?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not yet, but Ive been working on it. My Dad can do it, and I think its so fun when someone can wiggle their ears. Little kids always love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. What is your evening ritual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;It varies. When I work night shift, I come home and eat, watch tv, take a shower then pray andgo to sleep. If it's at night, then I come home read, brush my teeth, write in my prayer journal and blog then I go to sleep.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. How many hours of sleep do you need to function?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha. Sleep is such a odd thing to me now that I work nights. Some days I get 2 or 3 hours. Some I sleep 9 between shifts. It just depends on how much I have to do during the next days, but to function and not be slap happy or incredibly grump I prefer to have a MINIMUM of 4 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading. Signing Off.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-9196275654353076279?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/9196275654353076279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=9196275654353076279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/9196275654353076279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/9196275654353076279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/01/five-question-friday.html' title='Five Question Friday :)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TToIXWf04AI/AAAAAAAAAcA/5xRSAHI3xDo/s72-c/th_w6r0jk.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-7139695301134362058</id><published>2011-01-20T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:56:50.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulf Coast Getaway 2011</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about &lt;a href="http://www.gulfcoastgetaway.org/"&gt;GCG&lt;/a&gt; 2011. First off, for those of you who dont know GCG is a weekend in Panama City Beach with colleges across the SEC. Their Christian Student Centers come together for an amazing weekend. I went with the &lt;a href="http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-recaps-october-adventure-2nd.html"&gt;group from Knoxville that I went camping with&lt;/a&gt;. Remember? Ok. I already wrote about Friday, so I am going to pick up with Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;So here's my adventures from PCB and GCG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: We got up and started our day off with the First Session. Randy Harris was the speaker. He is from Abilene Christian, and he is phenomenal. He talked to us about being Cruicformed. By that he meant that every aspect of our life reflects Christ. He also talked to us about our puzzle piece fitting into God's plan. Those were the two most prominent points of the weekend(Ill talk about those more in a little bit). After the session Bethany, Matt, Wesley, Daniel, and I went back to the boys condo, made lunch, and watched the UT Basketball game. We had a lot of fun just hanging out. We went to the afternoon session where we got to pick classes to go to. We went to a singing one. I stood between Matt and Daniel. Let me tell you, those two boys can sing. It was so uplifting and such a wonderful time of worship. After the class Bethany, Wes and I went to the beach. We played on the beach and took pictures. After a while a lot of our group showed up on the beach so we hung out with them for a while. Then we went back and got ready for super. The whole group from Knoxville, about 50 of us, went out to eat Saturday night. I sat with some new people and had a lot of fun. After supper we went back for the night session. It was so wonderful. I love hearing people who are on fire for God speak. The speaker spoke about how we are like our puzzle pieces. Imperfect and incomplete. We finished up the night by making another Walmart run for cards. We went back to the boys condo and B ended up leaving. So the boys taught me how to play Texas Hold 'Em. It was lost of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: We woke up, went and ate breakfast then went to the first session. We took communion and when we did, we got to have our own puzzle piece with communion. After session, we ate lunch and got ready for XGAMES. XGames is a HUGE part of GCG. All the schools compete against each other in different events. The 3 main events were bull pen(you had a balloon tied on your ankle and the other teams were trying to pop yours), jousting, and tug-of-war. We had so much fun playing and watching the games. I watched the first two but I was on the tug-of-war team. We got cheated. Really, we did. We played 3 times before some teams even played once. Rude. haha. After Xgames, we went out to eat. B, Matt, Wesley, Daniel, Will, LJ(One of my newest and coolest friends....its a small world. She went to WKU for 3 years and her family is from BG) and I went to Red Robin and ate together. We went to the final session. In this session we heard a very touching story about a lady named Veronica, then two missionary groups got up and told their stories. Then we took up a collection. There were 1600 of us and we raised $34,000. How cool is God? After the session, we had a small devo with just UT's group. I cried like a baby, and slightly spilled my guts. I was so embarrassed. After the devo, we went back to the condo. LJ and I had some good heart to heart talk. She really helped me out a lot and gave me hope about transferring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: We woke and packed and left. I was so incredibly sad to leave. HOWEVER, on the way home Bethany, Daniel and I talked pretty much the entire 9 hours home and it was great conversations. Matt pitched in some, but him and Wesley mostly slept. I love conversations  that arent forced and make you laugh. It's what builds friendship. This is exactly the type of conversation Daniel, B and I had. I thoroughly enjoyed the ride home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. That was my trip to GCG 2011. I can NOT wait to get back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-7139695301134362058?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/7139695301134362058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=7139695301134362058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/7139695301134362058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/7139695301134362058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/01/gulf-coast-getaway-2011.html' title='Gulf Coast Getaway 2011'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-3783429268344556054</id><published>2011-01-18T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:43:24.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest of My Texas Trip and start of Florida</title><content type='html'>I am continuing my story about my trip to Texas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, we woke up went and ate breakfast with Carter and Chels before heading to Kermit, Texas. We said our good-byes and embarked on the rest of our adventure to see Kermit, Texas which is where my Aunt Clara and Uncle Jack live. We drove across Texas back to Odessa to get a new car. From there we drove another hour to Kermit. We went through a place called Notrees, Texas which I thought was very fitting because there is NOTHING on the drive across West Texas. When we finally get to Aunt Clara's she had a fresh upside-down pineapple cake still warm made for us. It was melt in your mouth great. After we sat and talked a little while they drove me to Jal, New Mexico so I could say that I had been in New Mexico. They took me to see these metal sculptures. When we got there, I got to meet the artist, &lt;a href="http://www.briannorwoodart.com/"&gt;Brian Norwood&lt;/a&gt;, who created the scupltures. He told us about Jal, his artwork, and many interesting stories. Two of the cowboys were actually local farmers, one named Henry Scott and the other names Silvio. It was so neat getting to hear about the process, work, effort and time that went into these beautiful sculptures. When you were driving up to them they look really small; however, once you got up close they were huge&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TTaRChafBoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3-AYAnHvyiE/s1600/101_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TTaRChafBoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3-AYAnHvyiE/s320/101_1563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563793862178047618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TTaRbdJxo2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Nnx3oHglR9g/s1600/Jal_Sculpture_2.1471231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TTaRbdJxo2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Nnx3oHglR9g/s320/Jal_Sculpture_2.1471231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563794290530952034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the statues we drove back to Kermit and Jack drove us around so we could see Kermit. He showed us around the town and had lots of VERY interesting stories. Once we got back to their house, Aunt Clara and Mom cooked supper while Jack showed me the house. Their house is BEAUTIFUL. He had a trunk in his bedroom that his Dad took with him when he first moved to Texas from Oklahoma when OK was still a territory. Jack's father was 5 when they moved to Texas and they went by covered wagon with that trunk. It was really neat to see that. We ate wonderful supper. Let me tell you it was the BEST beef tenderloin I had ever eaten. After that we sat around the fireplace and talked. It was a wonderful visit that lasted too short. I can not wait to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we got up and drove back to Odessa so I could catch my plane. I left on Friday and flew to Houston. I had 10 minutes to  catch my flight on a connecting plane. It was so nerve racking. I made and got to Panama City Beach 2. No one else was going to be there until late so I took a taxi(that was the first time in my life) and went to the resort where I was staying. I left my luggage in the lobby then I went to beach. I read a book, walked to the pier and watched the sunset. It was wonderful alone time. Then I got to hang out with my friend Kelli, whom I havent seen in 3 years. We hung out and talked and watched the sunset. I thought it was so cool that I watched the sun rise in Texas and set in Florida. Talk about neat :) Then the leader of CSC UT got to PCB so I went out to eat with her, the campus minister, and a couple of other people. It was good fun and I made some new friends. After that we went back and went to the First session of Gulf Coast Getaway 2011. It was amazing. The whole weekend was amazing(Ill put that in the next post, no worries) I ran into a couple of people I hadnt seen in a few years. It was great. By the time we got back to the room, Bethany and the boys were back so we went to WalMart to buy groceries so we didnt have to eat out for every meal. Walmart is always an adventure. We came back and I met the girls I was staying with for the weekend. B and I talked then we went to sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures of the sun rising in Texas and Setting in Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TTaVHoejq_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/Uamxe7U7lkc/s1600/IMG_1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TTaVHoejq_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/Uamxe7U7lkc/s320/IMG_1430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563798348020034546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TTaVH0wuUtI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nEdV05F4nyY/s1600/IMG_1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TTaVH0wuUtI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nEdV05F4nyY/s320/IMG_1459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563798351317455570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading. Signing out.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-3783429268344556054?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/3783429268344556054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=3783429268344556054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3783429268344556054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3783429268344556054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/01/rest-of-my-texas-trip-and-start-of.html' title='The Rest of My Texas Trip and start of Florida'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TTaRChafBoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3-AYAnHvyiE/s72-c/101_1563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-396453945387797675</id><published>2011-01-12T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:39:32.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday:Pish Posh</title><content type='html'>I know I promised pictures from my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; Adventures but we have a glitch with that.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have my computer to upload&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am in Texas so there is no way of getting my computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am IN TEXAS so that naturally means that is what I need to blog about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday Morning, we drove to the lovely city of Nashville to catch a plane and fly to Texas. Many people ask why Texas? Well, you see, my beloved little brother is attending college at Abilene Christian University and I have yet to come see him. (This trip was actually so my mom could come see him ;) ) So anyways we flew from Nashville to Dallas. Dallas Airport is insane, we flew from Dallas to Odessa Midland Airport(after an hour delay in Dallas) and then we rented a car and drove two and half hours to Abilene, TX. Do you know what the scenery is in West Texas? Well let me tell you. It. Is. Nothing. There are oil wells, cactus, tumbleweeds, and a lot of dry ground and rocks. My Dad loves it. Its not for me. At All. But there are some really cool windmills. That is about the most exciting thing to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561553053011759106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TS6bCQxBUAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/JV9nUV-rdOI/s400/west_texas_windmills.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways we got here and Chelsea and Carter came to the hotel, we went to the mall where Mom &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; and I got our nails done. This was part of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; Christmas present and it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;excruciating &lt;/span&gt;for me. I am not a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl. My hands physically hurt after I have a manicure. After we walked around the mall for a little bit, we decided to go get food. We ate at a Mexican &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;resturaunt&lt;/span&gt; and it was really good. No &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Puertos&lt;/span&gt;, but still good. We went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;(after a failed attempt of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt; being closed). We were at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; looking at the fish and Carter screams(not just loudly says but literally screams), "THAT FISH JUST GOT IT BRAINS STABBED OUT. ITS LEAKING BRAINS. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THATS&lt;/span&gt; SO DOPE!" Well of course this random girl and guy two rows over come running to see what had happened. Then Carter felt awkward, but it was literally what happened. A crab grabbed a fish and stuck it with its claws and its brains started leaking out. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; kind of graphic, but now you understand why he yelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: We got up and went and ate at a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whataburger&lt;/span&gt;. For those of you who have never had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of eating at a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whataburger&lt;/span&gt;, let me tell you, you are missing out. It has the best burgers I have ever ate. After that, Mom, Dad, and I met up with Carter and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt;. They took me to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ACU&lt;/span&gt; to see Jacob's Ladder which was an amazing statue with a really cool twist. It has rocks with scripture everywhere. And an amazing brass/bronze sculpture of Jacob's dream on top of these massive stones with a water fall. The really amazing part is when you walk around to the back, the rocks form a cross which is something you can't see from the front. It gave me chills. After that Carter showed us the Bible Building and we went to the Bookstore and bought me a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tshirt&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TS6b8I7bHrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/v3ZFGmX_kBo/s1600/ACU_Jacobs_Dream_artwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561554047340322482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TS6b8I7bHrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/v3ZFGmX_kBo/s200/ACU_Jacobs_Dream_artwork.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TS6caANB_aI/AAAAAAAAAbI/liGbLxK49iM/s1600/ACU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561554560394329506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TS6caANB_aI/AAAAAAAAAbI/liGbLxK49iM/s200/ACU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our adventure to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ACU&lt;/span&gt;, we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Redbud&lt;/span&gt; park which has a Prairie Dog Park which was really neat. It was really cold so we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; stay there long. We came back to the hotel and dropped off Dad, and Mom, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt;, Carter and I went to the mall to shop a little. Later tonight we came home and went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chilis&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; family. We met her parents and one of her sisters and her husband. It was a lot of fun and things went great! (Carter and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; were nervous about our parents meeting). Then we went over to their house and sat around and talked for a little while. Carter and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; came back to the hotel and we swam with Mom for a while. It's been a great(but WAY to short trip). Tomorrow we drive back to Odessa Midland Airport to get a different car, and then we are driving to see me Aunt Clara who lives in Kermit. So tomorrow we will drive about 4 hours and spend the rest of the day with her. Friday, I have to get up and fly to Florida so I will keep you posted on my adventures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless&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/8411058201491652717-396453945387797675?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/396453945387797675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=396453945387797675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/396453945387797675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/396453945387797675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/01/wordless-wednesdaypish-posh.html' title='Wordless Wednesday:Pish Posh'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TS6bCQxBUAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/JV9nUV-rdOI/s72-c/west_texas_windmills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-3455016887903323202</id><published>2011-01-10T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:31:52.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Concert of My Life</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Ive used the past weekend to update you on part of the past missing months, but because it's January I am going to tell you whats been going on with me. This  year can only go up from the year 2010 which was really rough for me, so I am glad to see it off. The year 2011 couldnt have started off better for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Chuck was put on hold for the Holidays I got ADDICTED to the show the &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/sing-off/"&gt;Sing Off&lt;/a&gt;. For those of you who dont know the show is an Acapella singing competition and it is PHENOMENAL. For Christmas my Aunt Diane bought me a ticket to see &lt;a href="http://www.whiffenpoofs.com/"&gt;The Whiffenpoofs&lt;/a&gt; who were from Yale and &lt;a href="http://streetcornersymphony.org/"&gt;Street Corner Symphony&lt;/a&gt; who are from Nashville :)  So on January 4th &lt;a href="http://madelynnandme.blogspot.com/2011/01/woah.html"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, Bethany, and I loaded up and took off to Nashville for a girls night. We started off at Chilis, my absolute favorite restaurant and our waiter was great. Then we went to Exit/In for the concert. Exit/In was a little place in Nashville and when we got there the line to get in wrapped down the block and around the corner. I knew for sure we were going to be stuck in the back, but when we got in there Jessica did some mad maneuvering skills and got us close enough that I could touch the stage. The place was packed! It was sold out. It was one of those little place that is standing room only and looks like a whole in the wall. Well, we were right by the men's bathroom and I saw Ben Folds walk into the bathroom. I freaked out and hit B. I forgot to tell Jess and B that when I go to concerts I am sorta/a huge spaz. Every time one of the boys walked into the bathroom I hit her. Not hard. But a slap. It was a total accident. B finally said "Amy, you have got to get a grip." Ooops. Haha. Once the concert started the Whiffenpoofs preformed. They were as wonderful as I wanted them to be. They did my favorite song from the whole season and I squealed. After they went off, Street Corner Symphony(SCS) preformed. They killed it. Jeremy Lister who is the main singer for SCS gave me chills on the tv, but seeing him live I lost my breath a couple of times. He gave me chills. If those two groups were enough they had three surprise performers! First the winners of the show came out, Committed. They were missing a couple of guys, but even with the missing guys they were great! Committed and SCS sang a few songs together and then Committed sang a few. SCS came out and said we have another surprise. I just assumed it was Ben Folds because I saw him go to the bathroom, and then J said, "Allison Krauss." I screamed so loud I hurt B's ear. She grabbed it, but you have to understand Allison Krauss was on my bucket list to see and I was all of 10 feet from her! Could it get any better than that?! The third surprise preformer was of course Ben Folds, and this is where Jess screamed loud enough to bust B's other ear. I felt bad for B for standing in between me and Jess. SCS sang a couple of more then the Whiffenpoofs and Commited came out for a final song. Well after that the noise decible was KILLER! So SCS came out and preformed another and then the Whiffenpoofs joined them for on final song. It was AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me preface this next part. I have a confession. I am IN LOVE with Committed and Jeremy. Their voices are sweet like honey and smooth as silk. Jeremy was singing and Committed were sitting beside me and I thought I was going to faint. So after the concert they were just chilling so I grabbed B and made her come take a picture with me. Jessica went and got a signed posted for us. Nothing could have started the year off better than that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ended up stopping at Buffalo Wild Wings to watch the Arkansas and Ohio State game, then we went home and gushed about the concert to Aunt Diane and Uncle Bobby. Anyways most of you that read my blog are my facebook friends. I posted pictures and videos so enjoy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSvqojD26aI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YWR9khU3xgM/s1600/165529_1665168147838_1196280116_31710109_2654252_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSvqojD26aI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YWR9khU3xgM/s400/165529_1665168147838_1196280116_31710109_2654252_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560796147246098850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSvqoWZKdII/AAAAAAAAAao/VbNww6CdF_Q/s1600/162703_1665283150713_1196280116_31710333_5407323_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSvqoWZKdII/AAAAAAAAAao/VbNww6CdF_Q/s400/162703_1665283150713_1196280116_31710333_5407323_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560796143845799042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-3455016887903323202?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/3455016887903323202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=3455016887903323202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3455016887903323202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3455016887903323202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-concert-of-my-life.html' title='The Best Concert of My Life'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSvqojD26aI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YWR9khU3xgM/s72-c/165529_1665168147838_1196280116_31710109_2654252_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-3003833571290542662</id><published>2011-01-09T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:42:06.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Recaps: October Adventure 2nd edition :)</title><content type='html'>The weekend of October 15-17th was hands down one of the best weekends of my life. Let me tell you about the things that happened and when I summarize it it doesnt sound that great, but it was just what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That weekend I went camping with the College Center from UT Knoxville with Bethany Vann. There were about 40 of us who went camping at &lt;a href="http://www.hikercentral.com/campgrounds/117974.html"&gt;Gee Cre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hikercentral.com/campgrounds/117974.html"&gt;ek Campground&lt;/a&gt; which is close to the Hiawasee River. We stayed in tents and froze to death. Friday night, Bethany and I got there late. It was totally my fault(for the most part). I took the wrong route to get to Knoxville which cause me to hit traffic in Nashville, Cookeville and outside of Knoxville. On top of me being late, on the way there we got lost. We pulled off to side of the road, turned on the hazards, and realized we were in the middle of no where. A massive truck pulled up behind us and we started to freak out. It ended up being a real nice country boy just trying to help us out. Once we finally met up and got to the campground it was already dark. Everyone was standing around a camp fire so B started to introduce me to people, but it was already dark so it was kind of pointless. After everyone else got there(there were people later than us) our speaker, Don McLaughlin, did a devotional. After the lesson we were standing around talking and cracking up. By this time it was close to 11:30. There two guys B and T(I dont know if these boys want their names used) that decided we need to a break up a relatively large lof that had cause several people to trip. We B and T were two of the biggest hicks I have ever met. They were from West TN, loud, and hysterical. First B and tried to break the log by using blunt force. That was an epic fail. Second they tried to push the log between two trees to break it using leverage. Well this ended worse than the first time. The log snapped and it cause Travis to fall on his face which made all 40 of bust out laughing. Very loudly. Then because that didnt work the boys broke out a hand-saw. I mean who carries a saw with them to college? Seriously? These boys did. They decided the hand saw was "their only right option." We were all rolling wiht laughter which ceased quickly. A Park Ranger wcamp up and chewed us out because we were being loud. This caused us to realize two things 1. It was after midnight and quiet hour was at 10. 2. There were boy scouts and little kids all around us. Needless I say, we hushed rather quickly. For the rest of the night we hung out the fire, whispered, and  giggles as quietly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: To start the morning off we  woke up shivering in the tents. It was covered with frost. The bathroom was a good quarter of a mile walk and I had a stomach bug which made for a very long night.  We had breakfast and Don presented another lesson. Don McLaughlin is a wonderful, moving and motivation speaker. I cried at almost every lesson. He spoke and it was everything I needed to hear. His words pierced my heart. After his lessons, those of us who were going rafting loaded up and took off to the Hiawasee. When we got there we were divided up into groups; my group consisted of B, MJ, Corey, and Wesley. Let me just say we were not a match made in heaven. A trip that was suppose to take 2 hours took our dysfunctional group 4 1/2 hours. At one point we got stuck and I got out to help us. It was the worst mistake ever. I got out and shoved the raft off. It took off without me! So for about 1 mile I was tossed, flipped and drowned by the lovely Hiawasee. By the time I got back into the raft my legs were bruised and bleeding and my nose was busted. I looked a hot mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got back from freezing and battling the Hiawasee, we had lunch, a lesson, and just chilled for a while. There were are group of playing soccer, B and T were part of this group. T kept kicking the ball ridiculously hard and there were groups camped everywhere around us. B told T that if he hit his truck with the soccer ball he had better run for his life. Well about an hour later T did the unthinkable and hit B's truck. They took off like Duke of Hazzard boys. It was so funny. B was sliding across the hoods of cars, they were jumping over the camp fire, and running on the table. We were all laughing so hard we were crying. After free time we had supper and another lesson. After the lesson I talked to Don one on one about some issues and he gave me some great advice. While we were talking I notice everyone running to the road but I thought something stupid was happening so I didnt cut off our conversation. Once we stopped talking, I found out that the mountain we were staying on had caught on fire. Reassuring right?&lt;br /&gt;State troopers were called and the fire was being contained.  That night we hung out by the fire, sang, and talked. I had some of the most awkward moments of my life that night, but they made for great laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: We woke up, had communion, broke down the tents, and packed up. I didnt want the weekend to end. We had one more adventure before everything was over. We were going white water rafting on the Occoee. My group had a lot of fun and one girl fell out. We laughed for hours about that. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that weekend had never ended. In spite of the stomach bug, hike to the bathroom, freezing temps, bruises, getting lost and the mountain catching on fire, it was hands down the best weekend Ive had in a long time. It was what I needed spiritually and mentally. I thank God so much for bring the CSC into my life. They are amazing and I thank God for the way they have helped B grow.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSodVMpoAcI/AAAAAAAAAag/bjSEPIDqLe4/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-09%2Bat%2B2.35.18%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSodVMpoAcI/AAAAAAAAAag/bjSEPIDqLe4/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-09%2Bat%2B2.35.18%2BPM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560288939952570818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, Signing Out&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-3003833571290542662?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/3003833571290542662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=3003833571290542662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3003833571290542662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3003833571290542662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-recaps-october-adventure-2nd.html' title='Sunday Recaps: October Adventure 2nd edition :)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSodVMpoAcI/AAAAAAAAAag/bjSEPIDqLe4/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-09%2Bat%2B2.35.18%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-1114134300703574300</id><published>2011-01-08T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:54:57.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap Saturdays: The Adventure 1 of October :)</title><content type='html'>Ive been promising to recap a lot things so I decided to use Saturdays(and possibly Sundays) as my day to recap on the missing months of my blog. So lets start with October. In October I worked, went to school and took an amazing trip and met a new friend. It was pretty awesome. The majority of my story telling for the next little bit will consist of my trip to West Virginia so bear with me and enjoy the ride :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 6th-8th&lt;br /&gt;I went away to this wonderful little oasis with my friend, Jessica Durham. I wanted a escape form reality so I picked somewhere in the little bitty state of West Virgina. I picked West Virginia because I had never been there and it was only a 4 hours drive(it would help me with my bucket list to see all 50 states). I picked Hunting, WV so I could see where Marshal University was and it had a precious little place with cabins called &lt;a href="http://www.heritagefarmmuseum.com/"&gt;Heritage Farms&lt;/a&gt;. On the way to WV we had a trip that seemed to take no time what so ever. When we got there and checked in we were giddy. Heritage Farms was the quaintest place I had ever seen. It had little historic town and several cabins and older houses people were staying in. It was a precious little place. We walked into our cabin. We both squealed. IT WAS HUGE. Let me take you on mental tour close your eyes and imagine(well..close your eyes after you read so you will know what to think about) It had enough room to sleep 12 people. It was filled with antiques and was amazing. We had a beautiful view of a valley with a barn and long fence. The log cabin had two porches with swings. The loft of the cabin was large enough to have 3 full beds, a love seat and 3 sets of drawers. The living room had 2 couches, a fire place, NO tv, books, games, and the largest red area rug Ive ever see. Off the hallway was 2 full baths, a linen closet, and a laundry room. The kitchen had two stove, one electric and one wood burning stove. In the center of a room was a large oval wood table. Through the kitchen was the master bedroom and another bathroom. This is where we slept. It had a n old oak bed with detailed carvings of roses and swirls on the 8 foot high head board. Two bed side tables with the cutest lamps ever, a couch, and two dresses were also in the room. The lamps were so neat! Would you like to know why the lamps were so fascinating to me? Oh you do? Of course, I would be glad to enlighten you! The first click turned on a kerosene part of the lamp, the second click turned on the lamp part the the third click turned on the kerosene AND electric part! Precious. I sure believe so.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures so you can understand why we freaked out. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSlwvR29p2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Glse0JYVC9I/s1600/71572_1549464689429_1019449018_31552050_1915559_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSlwvR29p2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Glse0JYVC9I/s200/71572_1549464689429_1019449018_31552050_1915559_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560099172515686242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSlwi9DAnNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/w5_kdpzRvTA/s1600/44963_1549457809257_1019449018_31551994_3682955_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSlwi9DAnNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/w5_kdpzRvTA/s200/44963_1549457809257_1019449018_31551994_3682955_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560098960770637010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSlxGgEK_iI/AAAAAAAAAaU/L_D3E9qPZuQ/s1600/71982_1549462089364_1019449018_31552027_6851548_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSlxGgEK_iI/AAAAAAAAAaU/L_D3E9qPZuQ/s200/71982_1549462089364_1019449018_31552027_6851548_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560099571466173986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving On Ward: After out massive freak out, we decided what we were going to do because we came with no plans. We picked out a church to attend and decided to drive and go antique shopping there until church time. When we got to the town we did a little shopping. No luck. We realized we were starving and the only place we could find to eat looked like a lean to shanty. We were out of options, but let me tell you I am so glad we were. It was so scrumptious. It ended up being a family owned restaurant who had been in business for over 40 years. It had the best hamburger I have ever ate in my life. After we left the restaurant we went to church. We got there late and that ended up being very awkward because when we walked in, Jess and I made up a fourth of the church and we were the youngest there by a good 50 years.  They were precious people. We drove to Marshal and took pictures, scoped out things to do and found some exciting possibilities. After our drive to Huntington we went back to the cabin and watched some movies and did some star gazing. Wednesday was great, but the best was yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward to Thursday: We got up and Jess cooked breakfast, then we embarked on our journey. First we went antique shopping in downtown Huntington. After shopping we drove to Marshal. Marshal is the sole reason for me picking Huntington. We drove around and took pictures then we went and ate lunch at the Marhsal cafe. I was so excited. After we ate we drove around and I happened to find a park. We got our took pictures walked around and just hung out for a while. There was this really cool bridge that crossed the river we were playing by. I wanted to cross the bridge. So after a couple of hours, Jess and I drove across the bridge. In the process of crossing the bridge, we ended up in Ohio. I freaked out. I didnt realize we were sitting across from Ohio in WV. AND I didnt realize that the river we were playing by was the Ohio River. That meant that I got to cross of two states for my goal to see all 50. We went into a Wedding Dress and Ammunition Store(odd combination that I found ironically humorous). Then we headed off to our big plans for the rest of the night. We discovered that there is  Pumpkin Festival the weekend we were in town so we HAD to go. I bought amazing apple and pumpkin butter. The pumpkin festival was like a massive fall festival with lots of pumpkins, crafts, homemade items, wonderful food and wonderful smells. It was such a wonderful experience. On the way back to the cabin we at a place called Frostys. Frostys was a drive-in, but not like Sonic. It was just like the one on Happy Days. The guy came to your car to take your order, you parked, he delivered, and you honked when you were done. They had massive mugs that had coke and rootbeer floats. It was heavenly. We finished that night at the cabin watching Mighty Ducks and eating cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: On the way home, we stopped and ate at a place called Soda Pop Junction. It was a place that was just like something out of a 50s movie with bar stools and a pharmacy in the back. It was so cute and the food was great. It was a wonderful and blessed trip. Once we got home, I unpacked but didnt stay home very long because that night I went to a Jeremy Camp concert in Nashville with Emily Potter. When then went and hung out with Cash and his roommate Asher(thats the new friend I made this month). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now that you have read my novel I hope you enjoyed. I will post pictures from this trip on Wordless Wednesdays this week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you! God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-1114134300703574300?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/1114134300703574300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=1114134300703574300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1114134300703574300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1114134300703574300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/01/recap-saturdays-adventure-1-of-october.html' title='Recap Saturdays: The Adventure 1 of October :)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSlwvR29p2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Glse0JYVC9I/s72-c/71572_1549464689429_1019449018_31552050_1915559_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-4117348538137467909</id><published>2011-01-05T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:50:37.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>I have a request. One of my best friend in the whole world is haveing surgery. His name is Klent(to me is Klento Mento or Klento Bean). He is having surgery to have his colon removed. This is a really hard decision to make, but his Crohn's disease has gotten to the point that there arent many options. Please keep him and his family in his prayers for tomorrow and the next little bit. God Bless You All :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSVWX5DKQjI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gzFfji7_xmI/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSVWX5DKQjI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gzFfji7_xmI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558944283509801522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSVXsDyb7UI/AAAAAAAAAZs/zTkvySiYRQI/s1600/n1196280190_30111748_5277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSVXsDyb7UI/AAAAAAAAAZs/zTkvySiYRQI/s320/n1196280190_30111748_5277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558945729501457730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSVXsSvJ5jI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/t6l7BED0VoY/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSVXsSvJ5jI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/t6l7BED0VoY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558945733514225202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSVXsGJYMJI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/VQ-j66wW7og/s1600/untitled%2B1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSVXsGJYMJI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/VQ-j66wW7og/s320/untitled%2B1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558945730134552722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-4117348538137467909?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/4117348538137467909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=4117348538137467909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4117348538137467909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4117348538137467909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/01/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TSVWX5DKQjI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gzFfji7_xmI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-4268862930029789545</id><published>2011-01-03T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T10:17:18.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxi Freeze is NOT the same as Icy Hot!</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about my New Years Eve! I worked. Haha. It was an absolutely awful night. I get to work at 7pm well I didnt sit down until 520am and then a fire alarm went off so that woke everyone up again. All kinds of fun. Not. Anyways when I get home after nights like that I have to unwind. I cant just go straight to sleep. So I took a shower, watched some tv then I went and got ready to get into bed. I was laying there trying to mentally calm down, well I did but my body was aching so bad that I couldnt sleep. Just every muscle hurt(all of the nurses and I had to take Excedrine Back and Body at like 3 cause we were all hurting so bad). So I asked Mom if we had any icy hot. She said no but I have some stuff that's better. I said Ok. Let me have have it. So we the proceeded to put it all over my back, arms and legs. I laid down. Well let me tell you this stuff is IcyHot but without the Hot. I was shivering and couldnt stop. I laid there just shaking and because it's already in your skin you cant get it out, so I had to jump and go shower. It was miserable. So lesson learned: DO NOT EVER USE MAXI FREEZE. haha. ANYWAYS. I hope you all had a wonderful new year. I plan on using this week of blogging to catch you up on my previous trips and what not. &lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-4268862930029789545?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/4268862930029789545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=4268862930029789545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4268862930029789545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4268862930029789545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2011/01/maxi-freeze-is-not-same-as-icy-hot.html' title='Maxi Freeze is NOT the same as Icy Hot!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-4624065952487689465</id><published>2010-12-29T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T08:28:59.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of the Last 3 months of my life....</title><content type='html'>I really am alive I promise. I just kind of fell off the face of the planet. It was easier that way. So let me update you briefly on the last 3 months of my life. WORK. SCHOOL. SLEEP. Ok? Ok. Thats about it. Somehow I managed to get some babysitting hours in and as well as a few little trips. Ill blog about those later. No worries. I wrote about them in a journal so you wont miss any details, but for right now let's update you by months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October: &lt;br /&gt;I went to West Virginia and accidentally ended up in Ohio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRtg1sLdpuI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6t9Lto8mspo/s1600/WV"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRtg1sLdpuI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6t9Lto8mspo/s320/WV" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556141040800212706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a free concert in Nashville with &lt;a href="http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-i-love-thursday_25.html"&gt;EmBem&lt;/a&gt; and made a new friend afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;I didnt do anything for Halloween because I worked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked. A lot. &lt;br /&gt;I went to see UT and Ole Miss play. It was UT's Homecoming which was neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRthB3EAubI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DvgvkOig5hM/s1600/T"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRthB3EAubI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DvgvkOig5hM/s320/T" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556141249880177074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I got to spend Thanksgiving Day with My Mom's family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRthK9YWUZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/E1qsw0aL110/s1600/t%2Bmandp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRthK9YWUZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/E1qsw0aL110/s320/t%2Bmandp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556141406194913682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Friday Night with my Dad's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRthSfgrGmI/AAAAAAAAAZE/2zzn1W5OI6U/s1600/tdad"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRthSfgrGmI/AAAAAAAAAZE/2zzn1W5OI6U/s320/tdad" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556141535615720034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December:&lt;br /&gt;I got to hang out with my college friends and make gingerbread houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRthbqnMQmI/AAAAAAAAAZM/9iyiHb0Zo0E/s1600/Gingerbread"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRthbqnMQmI/AAAAAAAAAZM/9iyiHb0Zo0E/s320/Gingerbread" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556141693214671458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my Mom's birthday taking her out and going to a play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the Rockettes with some of my childhood friends and Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRthhtUNl3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xXskAUkkrmE/s1600/Rockettes"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRthhtUNl3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xXskAUkkrmE/s320/Rockettes" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556141797019588466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to have a White Christmas with my family and see my nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRthpfIQ9BI/AAAAAAAAAZc/r38fnX1AXG4/s1600/white"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRthpfIQ9BI/AAAAAAAAAZc/r38fnX1AXG4/s320/white" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556141930650334226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dads family on Sunday and My Mom's family on Monday. It was a really short trip, but a good one. I will post some Christmas pictures as soon as Mom gets home. She is still in Bama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of stories for you, friends, so get ready. I love you all! God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-4624065952487689465?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/4624065952487689465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=4624065952487689465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4624065952487689465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4624065952487689465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/12/summary-of-last-3-months-of-my-life.html' title='Summary of the Last 3 months of my life....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TRtg1sLdpuI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6t9Lto8mspo/s72-c/WV' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-8159349641815064983</id><published>2010-09-21T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:41:39.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;        When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, &lt;br /&gt; when sorrows like sea billows roll; &lt;br /&gt; whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, &lt;br /&gt; It is well, it is well with my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is well with my soul, &lt;br /&gt; it is well, it is well with my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, &lt;br /&gt; let this blest assurance control, &lt;br /&gt; that Christ has regarded my helpless estate, &lt;br /&gt; and hath shed his own blood for my soul. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;        It is well with my soul, &lt;br /&gt; it is well, it is well with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My sin, not in part but the whole, &lt;br /&gt; is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, &lt;br /&gt; praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        It is well with my soul, &lt;br /&gt; it is well, it is well with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, &lt;br /&gt; the clouds be rolled back as a scroll; &lt;br /&gt; the trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, &lt;br /&gt; even so, it is well with my soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-8159349641815064983?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/8159349641815064983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=8159349641815064983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8159349641815064983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8159349641815064983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-peace-like-river-attendeth-my-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-3124933105541907996</id><published>2010-09-20T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:26:20.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days are Better than other....</title><content type='html'>Today was a "other" type of day. I work 7p-7a so lets start there. My night at work was absolutely awful. The RNs thought I was going to have to go to ER because they thought I was having a panic attack. My heart rate, bp, respiration, and blood sugar jumped up. I have never had a feeling like that before. I ran the entire night. It was a long awful night; I couldnt get caught up. I was constantly busy. Most nights things die down from 2-4 so I can get caught up on charting and little other things. Not last night. Then my people that relieve me showed up and clocked-in 30 minutes late. It started off rough at 7:30 when I got off and has continued that way. When I got home I checked some of our lovely online "social networking" site (Aka. Blogger.com, Facebook, and Twitter).......skkkkerrrk. Let me back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *Sidenote: Somethings happened a few months back that have turned my world upside down. Some days are better than other with coping with what happened. It's a struggle everyday. I hate how good Ive gotten at acting like Im ok, but to be honest I am wreck. Even after three or so months Im still a wreck. Sometimes its a chore just to wake up and sometimes its just an after thought. Today this particular struggle was a huge burden and roadblock. Ok, back to the story.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, So I checked my normal websites and saw things that triggered the emotions. I was to tired to fight crying so it just happened. I slept from 8:30 until 1:30. When I woke up I immediately started crying. I sobbed. Not like little ones, like ones that make your eyes so red that it looks like someone cold-clocked you in the eyes. I tried to sober and I couldnt. The more I tried to stop cryin, the worse I cried. I went downstairs. My Dad was really worried and at first I couldnt catch my breath to tell him what was wrong. When I finally spoke all I could get out was, "Some days are harder than others." My Dad and I worked out together and that helped so much. Then I got alone again and then began the water works again. So I decided to stop letting myself be alone. I called two friends and invited them over to watch the premier of Chuck. We didnt do anything, but it was the pick me up I needed. We ate, talked, and watched t.v. It meant the world to me that one of them came over just because I told him I had a bad day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, now that I am alone, I am crying again. I know that I am a strong person, but sometimes it doesnt feel that way. Sometimes I feel like I can't get out of bed. Today was one of those days. So all I am asking is for prayers. Pray that I can get over this hurdle. Pray that my heart can heal. Thank you for your prayers. Today wasnt a great day, but tomorrow is a clean slate. Tomorrow is a different day. Tomorrow just like today is a gift from God. Tomorrow is just what I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just thinking about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;cleares away the cobwebs and the sorow&lt;br /&gt;'till their none&lt;br /&gt;when i'm stuck with a day that's gray and lonely&lt;br /&gt;i just think of my chin and grin and say oh&lt;br /&gt;the sun'll come out tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;so you gotta hang until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;come what may&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow tomorrow i love ya tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;your always a day away " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is only 30 minutes away. I love yall. God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-3124933105541907996?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/3124933105541907996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=3124933105541907996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3124933105541907996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3124933105541907996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/09/some-days-are-better-than-other.html' title='Some Days are Better than other....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-6119407048601639868</id><published>2010-09-16T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:30:49.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love Thursdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TJLu58iclJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZDXRhutYbuA/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TJLu58iclJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZDXRhutYbuA/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517735172752839826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; To everything there is a season, and&lt;br /&gt;                   a time to every purpose under the heavens:&lt;br /&gt;                                Ecclesiastes 3:1&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to live in the same season for the rest of my life it would hands down be Fall. Last year when I was living at Disney, I didnt get to see the seasons change. It was something I missed terribly. They just have three settings hot, hotter, and hottest. There were maybe two or three days that I had to bundle up but not many. I was so sad when I realized that I was going to miss Fall. I decided tonight to blog about why I love fall so here are my reasons I love fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The cool crisp air&lt;br /&gt;*The clouds are wispier&lt;br /&gt;*The sky is a brighter blue&lt;br /&gt;*The days where you can walk out and smell the air and leaves burning&lt;br /&gt;*The corn fields are golden&lt;br /&gt;*The vivid orange, purple, reds, and yellow leaves&lt;br /&gt;*Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;*Halloween&lt;br /&gt;*Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;*Bonfires&lt;br /&gt;*Smores&lt;br /&gt;*Fall Festivals&lt;br /&gt;*Hot Apple Cider and Hot Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;*Fall Retreats&lt;br /&gt;*Candy Corn&lt;br /&gt;*Caramel Apples&lt;br /&gt;*Jackson Orchard&lt;br /&gt;*New Member's Fish Fry at Church&lt;br /&gt;*Perfect weather when long sleeve tshirts are all you need in the day, and bundling up at night makes for wonderful times.  &lt;br /&gt;*I get to wear hoodies and zip-up jackets&lt;br /&gt;*Football season&lt;br /&gt;*Hayrides&lt;br /&gt;*Cornmazes&lt;br /&gt;*Grilling out with the family&lt;br /&gt;*Jumping in piles of leaves&lt;br /&gt;*Playing card with Corey and Shannon at Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;*Turkey and Dressing&lt;br /&gt;*The smell of baked apple pies, mums, roasted nuts, toasted marshmallows outside and baking pumpkin seeds&lt;br /&gt;*Driving down back roads looking at the trees, smelling the air, looking at old barns, and acting like I have all the time in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am ready for fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-6119407048601639868?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/6119407048601639868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=6119407048601639868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6119407048601639868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6119407048601639868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-i-love-thursdays_16.html' title='Things I Love Thursdays'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TJLu58iclJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZDXRhutYbuA/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-5663205791199565549</id><published>2010-09-15T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:48:53.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Blessed</title><content type='html'>I know it is wordless Wednesday, but I have too many words to say to just post pictures. Tuesday was a eye-opening blessing filled day. I was on my way to school and I have to take a back road. It's a road I know I drive to fast on, but it's a paved wide-open space. I was about 15 minutes down that road and there was a man standing in the middle of the road. I had to stop(obviously), but I had to stop because there has been a crash. There were at least 6 clean-up vehicles. It simply broke my heart when I was finally allowed to go, because I drove over the blood and glass. It hit me. That was someone's blood. I dont know what happened, if the people were ok, or even how many people were involved. All I know is that they were people. I thought. I cried. I prayed. That was all I could because seeing that wreck helped me realize that that could have been me. It could have been me. Seeing that helped me realize that I need to take more opportunities to do things Im not use to doing. Seeing that wreck has impacted my life more in two short days, than 21 years of lectures about "making the most of things." The rest of Tuesday went on as planned. Class, lunch, class and then home. However, I took time to go sit and talk with a friend I ran into instead of sayin, "No. I have to go study." I said yes, and even if I did miss out on some of study time, I wont remember that in a few weeks. I will remember the lunch that I had with that friend. Simply Blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night I was invited to go sing at WKU with some fellow Christians. They do it every Tuesday night in the football stadium. I had originally said yes, but when I got home I decided not to go. Well, then I started thinkin about how I am going to start sayin yes more often. So I rechanged(is that a word?) my mind back to yes. So I went to the singing. Not only did I experience a wonderful Spiritual time(which I greatly needed), I made some awesome new friends and hung out with some people that I havent seen sense high school. It never fails that when I hang out with fellow Christians(the ones that actually practice what they preach) I feel so much better. I laughed a whole lot. It felt good simply to smile and laugh; not having to fake it like I have been for months now. There wasn't the cussin, smokin, or pressure to drink like with a lot of my other friends. No one made jokes at me because I was a Christian. These are genuine people whom I can rely on. I havent had that feelin in a long time. And even though we just met, it was wonderful to meet new people who shared beliefs like I do. AND THAT WASNT THE END TO MY DAY! Simply Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the singing with one of my best friends. He drove. Once we got back to his house, we started talking. We were looking at the stars and simply having a good heart to heart. We went and laid on the hood of my car and talked. We talked about life, death, our choices, and whether or not we think we are going to make it to heaven. You know, the good stuff.  It was phenomenal. We talked for a little over 2 hours. When I got home, I simply felt blessed. Simply Blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the blessings didnt stop. They came in smaller packages, but nevertheless they came. I got text from friends I havent heard from in a while saying that they valued our friendship and missed me. I got 4 wall post from friends saying that I was missed. I worked out with my Dad, and even though we were out of breath(We walked 2.4 miles) we talked. Then he taught me how to drive the tractor. Its. the small things. I loved being under the sunshine with the breeze blowing and riding the tractor. I just simply rode it around the field again and again and again. I was grinning from ear to ear.Simply Blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then. I got to go to church.  Church is something I look forward to every week, because when I get there I know I am loved. I know that they are my family. Christine Brewer and I teach a class together. We teach the high school, some college, and tonight the middle school girls. I learn from them just as much as I try to teach them. We sang for the first 15 minutes of class tonight and it sounded simply heavenly. I hope these girls are getting just as much out of this class. Simply Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church I went to my friend Klents house. We watch Top Chef every week. I love the fact that there was 7 of us there to watch a cooking show just so we could hang out together. We didnt have to fill the silence we all just sat there watching tv, and being content with each other's company. Simply blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful day. God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-5663205791199565549?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/5663205791199565549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=5663205791199565549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5663205791199565549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5663205791199565549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/09/simply-blessed.html' title='Simply Blessed'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-2253548669531675779</id><published>2010-09-13T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:38:32.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused. Simply confused.</title><content type='html'>WARNING. THIS IS POSSIBLY THE MOST ADD BLOG I HAVE EVER WRITTEN BUT IT CAME STRAIGHT FROM MY HEART. SORRY IF YOU GET WHIPLASH FROM THE SUBJECT JUMPS         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I hate that we are suppose to decide at the age of 20 what we are suppose to do for the rest of our lives. We place so much emphasis on a college degree, and how you can only get placed in life if you have one. You know how I feel about that. I think it is a big bunch of BOLOGNA. Plain and simple. Im 21 years old. How in the world am I suppose to know what I want to do when I am 50? I know that you can go back to college and change your major(Which I have already done 3 times now.) I love the medical field. Within my field alone there are hundreds of different jobs. How am I suppose to know which one I am suppose to do? I love working at the hospital, but I also love teaching. I loved substitute teaching preschoolers and elementary school kids. What if I want to do that too? My main reason for not wanting to teach is that they do not get paid enough. But is everything about moneY? I know the answer is no, but I also know it sure does help a lot. I also love to cook. If I could do anything, it would be to quit college and go to culinary school, but there isnt really a good paying job with that unless you start your own business. Then again, I love business and traveling. I would kill to have a job that sent me all over the world to negotiate deals. See. Why? Why at 21 am I suppose to have to pick between the drives that I have when I have so many of them? Sometimes, I feel so hopeless and confused about what I am going to do and if I have picked the right path. If I won the lottery, I think it would fix a lot of my issues. I would be able to get any degree I wanted and not think twice about tuition prices. I could travel to Greece anytime I wanted to or go to Australia for the weekend. I could go to India for kicks and giggles. I could donate money to starving kids, and organizations that dont get enough recognition. Maybe, I should start playin my odds with the lottery. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get overwhelmed with thoughts like this, I just wish I had someone to talk to. I may have a lot of good friends, but over the last few months I have lost the people I would call and cry to. Things happen, people make choices, people get in relationships,  people grow apart and start their own lives, and people choose other people. I realize this. It's apart of life. It's apart of growing up, but nevertheless it still hurts. I miss my best friend. I miss my close friends. They say, "You can still call me." but it will never be the same. This simply breaks my heart and feel hopeless. Theres a song by Remedy Drive that has helped me a lot in the last few weeks, it hasnt fixed my breaking heart. Only time can do that, but I know it will make me stronger. Here are the lyrics by Remedy Drive, the song is called Hope. Maybe it will help some of you out. I love you all. God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful sight for the worn and weary eye&lt;br /&gt;The glimmering light in the corner of a broken sky&lt;br /&gt;Hope sweet hope like a star burning bright&lt;br /&gt;When the sun goes down and the fears begin to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope’s not giving up&lt;br /&gt;Hope’s not giving up&lt;br /&gt;In a cold dark night she’s not giving&lt;br /&gt;Not giving up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight this city’s about to break&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night lying there wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Hope sweet hope how much more can she take&lt;br /&gt;Being our strength when our hearts are out of faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Hope is with me in my time of trouble&lt;br /&gt;When it all comes crashing down she will stay&lt;br /&gt;By my side digging through the rubble&lt;br /&gt;She’s not giving up - not giving up - not giving up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-2253548669531675779?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/2253548669531675779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=2253548669531675779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/2253548669531675779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/2253548669531675779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/09/confused-simply-confused.html' title='Confused. Simply confused.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-3238356464658509601</id><published>2010-09-09T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:30:56.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love Thursdays</title><content type='html'>Some days it is easier for me to think of things that I love, and when I sit down I have to force myself to think of the positive things in life. I have so much I am blessed with, but today is one of those days where all I can focus on is the negative. We all have those days where we get down. Today is my day to be down. Soooo I am going to make myself talk about one thing that I love. That one thing today is baking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone has their one thing that is there stress relief, but I have several and most of them are childish such as playdough and coloring. However, baking is something that can put a smile on my face. I love the process and the final product. I love that when my world seems to be falling apart and there is no method to the madness that I can follow a recipe and I know there is a 99.9% guarantee that I am going to get what I want. I adore that, because sometimes in life when you follow the instructions your life still comes crashing down, but not when you bake. You follow the instructions and you get what you want. So  here is my treat for you today. Here is my favorite recipe for cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BEST Butter Cookies: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 sticks of butter soften&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups of sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon of vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;5 cups of all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon of salt&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons of baking powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combing flour, baking powder, and salt: Set aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream butter and sugar in a large mixing bowl until light and fluffy. Beat in eggs and vanilla. Gradually add flour mixture. Mix Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide dough into four equal pieces form into a ball and then flatten. Wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll out dough, one piece at a time on lightly floured surface to 1/8 inch thickness. Keep remaining dough refrigerated. Cut into desire shapes with floured cookie cutters and place 1 inch apart on ungreased cookie sheets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake 6 to 8 minutes or until lightly browned at 375 degrees. Transfer cookies to wire racks cool before frosting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosting for Cookies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter softened&lt;br /&gt;4 cups powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons mil&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream butter, gradually add sugar. Beat well. Add milk and vanilla, mixing until smooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-3238356464658509601?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/3238356464658509601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=3238356464658509601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3238356464658509601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3238356464658509601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-i-love-thursdays.html' title='Things I Love Thursdays'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-7724277872024170046</id><published>2010-09-04T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T06:18:24.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><title type='text'>Faithful Fridays</title><content type='html'>Gossip. Its is all something we have done at one time or another. As much as we hate to admit it, it's something we do. Sometimes we talk about others to fit in, or to lift ourselves up. Working with all females, I have learned that gossip is something that happens almost every minute. Sometime it is about each other, and sometimes it is about patients. I was listening to 2 nurses and another tech talk about someone today. I didnt say anything, but I kept my mouth shut. Doesn't that make me just as bad? Just because I laughed at the joke instead of sayin it doesn't make me any less guilty. Its so frustrating because you know that if you are sitting aroun and talking about people, then they are doing to he same about you. Thats a fact. We are going to get takked about. End of Story. We are suppose to lift each other up. So that is my goal this week to not only keep my mouth shut, but to make a stand. I hope you will join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-7724277872024170046?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/7724277872024170046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=7724277872024170046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/7724277872024170046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/7724277872024170046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/09/faithful-fridays.html' title='Faithful Fridays'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-8317143147716928676</id><published>2010-08-31T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:11:32.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, school. I did not miss you. On Tuesdays I have class basically for 12 hours. My first class starts at 9 and goes until 11:45, then I have a break but during that time I am suppose to work on my online class, then I have lecture and lab from 3 until 8:45. Yes, you read that right. Almost a 6 hour class. Gag. Me. I mean dont get me wrong, the teacher is great(for the first day) and is hyterical. He is like Robin Williams. I mean he is all over the place. I can't follow him....at all. This is going to be a long semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt be going at all if my Papa hadnt pointed out that "the longer I put off going to school, then the longer I put off getting my degree." I wish you could do things in life without a degree. I really want to travel. Go places. Meet new people. Explore places. Save people. I dont know, I simply feel that there is so much more that I could be doing to benefit more people than sitting behind a desk reading stories about Kentucky, analyzing poetry, and learning about Freud's theory for the 1000th time. I hate school. I know I take the face that I am allowed to study for granted and Im sure that there are people out there that would kill for the chance of a good education. Im just bitter that I have to waste 15-20 years of my life reading about things instead of doing them. Ok, Im off my soap box now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a Terrific Tuesday. God bless you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-8317143147716928676?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/8317143147716928676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=8317143147716928676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8317143147716928676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8317143147716928676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-2010314029261198012</id><published>2010-08-28T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T07:24:05.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful Fridays</title><content type='html'>Ive decided to start blogging on Fridays something that impacted my faith during the week. Working at a hospital, there is usually multiple occurrences that affect my faith daily, but I am going to to focus on one particular event each Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks event happened last night. Last night at work I had a patient that is a paraplegic, meaning he is paralyzed from the waist down. As were doing some work to him, the nurse asked him if he minded talking about the accident that cause this. Long story short, he has been paraylzed for 22 years from a car wreck. Good thing, he was facing the opposite direction, because I started to cry. Not from his story(and Im not discrediting how tragic it is), but from his attitude about it. He is happy. Inspite of all of the things he has happened to him after the wreck, he says he has been blessed. He played in wheelchair games, lives on his own, drives, takes care of himself, grocery shops by himself, and many more things. I cried, because I realized how selfish I am. I take for granted my health, my happiness, and my blessings. Sometimes I let the pettiest problems get my down. I realized that I need to make the best out of every situation that I am faced with. I hope that no matter what challenges come my way, I face them like my patient did. He blessed me more than he will ever know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my lesson to myself this week: Do not take life, health, and happiness for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-2010314029261198012?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/2010314029261198012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=2010314029261198012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/2010314029261198012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/2010314029261198012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/08/faithful-fridays.html' title='Faithful Fridays'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-1597771635983563084</id><published>2010-08-27T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T08:18:09.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing I love Thursdays....</title><content type='html'>Things I love Thursdays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absouletly love God and the wonders he give to us. I take him and the blessings he gives me for granted. Besides His Son, My Family and Friends. I am going to tell you what ten of my favorite blessings are. I dont know if we are suppose to rank our blessings, but I hold a few things in higher esteem than others. Here they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Stars. I am obessed with stars. I think they are my absolute favorite things God gave us. I dont think there is anything more breath-taking that stepping outside and looking up and having your breath taken away. In the crisp cool air that makes you shiver and seeing nothing but miles and miles of sparkling diamonds. Thinking, My God, made that. The being that created this mess of a person, also created those and He views me more special than the stars. ME! It absolutely blows my mind that God thinks I am as beautiful as something that takes my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sunsets/Sunrise. Since I have started working nights, I get to see both. The sun is setting when I go into work, and it is rising when I step out to take my breaks in the morning. There is something special about looking at the sun as it rises or sets. How the colors of the sky go from being vibrant blue all day to suddenly pinks, oranges, and reds. How the world is going to sleep or waking up with this big ball of light. God is so cool that he gives a reminder to start and end our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bodies of Water. If I could be any animal, it would be a dolphin. Yeah, it would be cool to be a bird, or a tiger, or even an elephant. But I would be a dolphin, because beneath out world of land there is a whole another world waiting to be discovered. A world with brigh colors, predators, starfish, shells, and it's own volcanos. A world that men have not even begin to scrape the surface of discovering.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rain. Call me a child, but I dont think that to this day there is anything better than jumping in a puddle. I did that the other day on my way into work and my shoes squeaked the whole night. Rain is something that is so simple and breath-taking. There is nothing more peaceful than hearing it hit a tin-roof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Flowers. ESPECIALLY Buttercups, Gerber Daisys, and my new found favorite Zinnias. Its the simplicity of a petal that makes these my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fields. I love living outside of the city and driving around just looking a green fields, hay fields, or even fields on fire. I think that when wind blows across a grassy field, and the grass just ripples like someone tossed a stone in a pool of water is a beautiful sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Trees. I love them. Especially old winding trees, or trees that stand solo in a middle of field. The trees standing solo is my favorite, because it makes me wonder how they got their. Did someone plant them on purpose, did a bird drop a seed, or did God say "hmmm, this needs some spicing up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Medical Field. I adore the medical field. I hope to one day be a nurse practitioner. The medical field changes everyday. That's why I love it. I love a good challenge. You can never learn everything, because something is always changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Books. I love to read. I love fiction, non-fiction, historical fiction, and Spiritually challenging books. Occasionally a good sci-fi novel is nice. Reading is one my stress reliefs. It allows me to go elsewhere when I dont want to be here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally 10(Im stopping here, I havent slept in 24 hours ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Smiling and Laughing. I know it's a corny way to finish off, but its true. I love a good laugh. A smile can brighten anyones day. It can save a life. It can make a person, and without it it can break a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there are 10 of my favorite blessing. I wish you all a blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-1597771635983563084?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/1597771635983563084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=1597771635983563084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1597771635983563084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1597771635983563084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/08/thing-i-love-thursdays.html' title='Thing I love Thursdays....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-3436334979210901578</id><published>2010-08-25T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:27:44.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/THX7SeKdEqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/W30hKwfj7L8/s1600/46110_434423568976_506083976_4954908_7627748_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/THX7GlwVqoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/tVCS615Lujo/s320/38938_1460570473024_1196280116_31268004_2074675_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509585809790315138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/THX7GS4VGxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/oI1D4Zyiycg/s1600/36817_1460571273044_1196280116_31268008_4545334_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/THX7GS4VGxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/oI1D4Zyiycg/s320/36817_1460571273044_1196280116_31268008_4545334_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509585804723559186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9lb 8oz. boy named Charlie Cooper Bell. My newest cousin. How precious is he?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-3436334979210901578?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/3436334979210901578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=3436334979210901578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3436334979210901578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3436334979210901578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/THX7SeKdEqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/W30hKwfj7L8/s72-c/46110_434423568976_506083976_4954908_7627748_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-430051507746491649</id><published>2010-08-24T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:41:29.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have come back to the Blogging World.</title><content type='html'>Hello, my dear ole friend. I have missed you bloggin world. Remember that time that I fell off the face of the planet? If I do recall correctly that was almost 6 months ago to the day. Let me tell you why, I fell off the face of the planet, and update you on my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past six months I have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*worked 48-62 hours a week on night shifts&lt;br /&gt;*taken two summer classes(and paid for them out of pocket)&lt;br /&gt;*taken a youth trip to Gatlinburg(February)&lt;br /&gt;*completed my State Test and Passed for my Certified Nursing Assistant(February)&lt;br /&gt;*Watch my oldest nephew play soccer&lt;br /&gt;*Had an amazing weekend with the Durham Sisters&lt;br /&gt;*played a lot of disc golf&lt;br /&gt;*turned 21&lt;br /&gt;*seen a lot of friends graduate and now begin college&lt;br /&gt;*Been to the Durhams house for a really good weekend&lt;br /&gt;*Gone to the Drive-In a LOT&lt;br /&gt;*Gone to Fall Creek Falls with my Family&lt;br /&gt;*Spent some good time with my Little Brother and his girlfriend, Chelsea(it was awesome having a sister for a month!!)&lt;br /&gt;*Missed church camp for the first time in 10 years&lt;br /&gt;*Won a radio contest and met Chris and Conrad, Living Anthem, and Tal &amp; Acacia&lt;br /&gt;*Met and become friends with some really cool nurses&lt;br /&gt;*Had to say good-bye to some really cool nurses&lt;br /&gt;*Died my hair purple(it was suppose to be red).&lt;br /&gt;*Died my hair black(to cover the purple, but it only made it a darker purple)&lt;br /&gt;*Died my hair brown(but it turned black)&lt;br /&gt;*Been to Tennessee to see my Grandmother&lt;br /&gt;*Been to Alabama to see my Mamaw and Papaw&lt;br /&gt;*Been to Connecticut to see Julie(one of my roommates from Florida)&lt;br /&gt;*Found out my Grandmother has breast cancer&lt;br /&gt;*Lost some of my best friends&lt;br /&gt;*Found out my Aunt has cancerous tissues&lt;br /&gt;*Spent some nights star gazing with some friends&lt;br /&gt;*Regretted decisions I have made&lt;br /&gt;*Had a new baby cousin Charlie born! &lt;br /&gt;*rekindled some old friendship&lt;br /&gt;*debated life choices&lt;br /&gt;*went down a path Im not proud of&lt;br /&gt;*struggled to find my way back to God&lt;br /&gt;*faced some tough challenged&lt;br /&gt;*Watched a Best Friend be put into Vandy, not be able to eat for two months, get well, then get worse again. &lt;br /&gt;*Challenging my religion&lt;br /&gt;*visiting other churches(Alvaton, is still my home)&lt;br /&gt;*Cried&lt;br /&gt;*Laughed&lt;br /&gt;*Laughed until I cried&lt;br /&gt;*Hoped&lt;br /&gt;*Had dreams shattered&lt;br /&gt;*Made New Dreams&lt;br /&gt;*Found a new love for doodling&lt;br /&gt;*Tried to teach myself Calligraphy&lt;br /&gt;*Met a man who has 24 children&lt;br /&gt;*Dealt with death more than I would have liked to&lt;br /&gt;*Bought at least 4 new pairs of tennis shoes(I may or may not have an obession)&lt;br /&gt;and finally&lt;br /&gt;*Been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theses are just a few of the events that have happened in my life. I have changed a lot in the six months. I have been faced with challenges I never would thought could happen. They have made me bitter, then I someone forgave me for something  I did. I learned that no matter how many times I am hurt, I have to forgive. It took me messing up(and quite badly I might ask....please do NOT ask questions), and then receiving forgiveness to help me realize that I have been to hard on people. I have learned to forgive more quickly; yes, the pain is still there, but it only hurts me to hold on. I know this was kind of heavy for my first post back after six months, sorry for that. I just wanted you to know where I have been for six months&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-430051507746491649?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/430051507746491649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=430051507746491649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/430051507746491649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/430051507746491649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-come-back-to-blogging-world.html' title='I have come back to the Blogging World.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-429783030425417236</id><published>2010-02-28T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:48:21.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update!!</title><content type='html'>Okie dokie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: After I got off work on Friday, I went to a CONCERT. Im sure you would love to know who I saw, right? Well let me tell you. I saw....drum roll please....Lady Antebellum and Tim McGraw!! TADA!! It was a wonderful concert and let me tell you ladies, Tim McGraw looks real nice in Wranglers and a black shirt. Umm hmmm. Haha. Ok, so several of you probably dont know who Lady A is.&lt;a href="http://ladyantebellum.com/"&gt; Lady A&lt;/a&gt; has been one of my new favorites for about a year and I have really wanted to see them for a while. But I have this really phenominal best friend, Urna. She bought me tickets for Christmas!! I was so excited I couldnt stand myself. Wahoo!! Let me tell you about our lovely adventure to Rupp Arena(in Lexington, this is where the concert was). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urna and I got to Lexington with no problem....well a little misguided direction but we figured it out. Ok, so we were trying to find a place to park. I decided to be smart and go up to the 4th level of the parking structure and back into a spot. That way when we left we could just pull out and not have to wait for someone to let us out. This was my brilliant mastermind plan. Sounded good at the time. (we will get back to this in a bit). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to our seats and we are in what would be general admission seats at a basketball game. So its bleacher seating. So people are leaning against our seats so we tell them just to sit there until people come to claim the seat we are in. So eventually we end having to claim our seats. After Lady A's performance. I ask the guy in front of me what kind of camera he has because he was able to zoom in on their faces. I was so impressed and as we were talking the girl two rows in front of me turns arounds and yells "GET YOUR FOOT OUT OF MY BUTT!" Then the conversation proceeds G is for the poor guy in front of me . C is for crazy girl two rows in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: GET YOUR FOOT OUT OF MY BUTT&lt;br /&gt;G: You dont have to yell. You could just ask me.&lt;br /&gt;C: I DID!!&lt;br /&gt;G: No you didnt. &lt;br /&gt;(At this point the crazy girls mom and dad both yell in a round)&lt;br /&gt;C: I DID 3 Times!&lt;br /&gt;C Mom: SHE DID 3 TIMES&lt;br /&gt;C Dad: YES SHE DID 3 TIMES!!&lt;br /&gt;G: Im sorry I didnt hear.&lt;br /&gt;C: She cusses at the guy....&lt;br /&gt;C DAD: YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone gets quiet. Yall know me, I dont do well in quiet so I bust out laughing. I laugh really hard. Haha. I know I shouldnt have but then I told the guy in front of me he could lay on me if he needed too. Then the guy beside me says....Makes you want to sit Indian style doesnt it? Haha. Oh my. It was so tense and awkward. Then the rest of the night everyone was making fun of the Crazy family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so 2nd fun event of the night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, Anna and I get out to our car. Well my thinking process, didnt work out so well. We went to the 4th level because we thought it would make it easier, but we didnt think that all the cars on levels 1,2, and 3 had to get out too. Dumb. I know. Haha. Im going to try and explain this next situation and I hope it makes sense. Im sorry if it doesnt, but it was just as awkward and tense as the previous incident.  After we had been sitting and waiting to get out for about 45 minutes, this explorer beside me backs up and does a 1600 point turn to get turned around and facing forward to try and inch his way out. After waiting for about 10 more minutes, the passenger gets out and waves to the car in line. He pats the hood of the car and then just stands there. Yes. He stands there and physically blocks the car so that his friend can pull out. Well the car being block gets mad(and rightfully so in my opinion) starts honking. Well then the guy flips her off. Then he lets 2 other cars go cause she was honking. It was so bad. Then the girl in the car starts cussin him out. Then he starts cussin her back. So then he gets in the car and the other car trys to cut him off so he throws his car door open and blocks her again! What a jerk. That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finally got out of the parking structure,we got lost, I fell asleep at the wheel for like 10 seconds and then Anna yelled at me. Haha. It was a scary long trip but I wouldnt have changed it for the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Anna and I were bums. We watched the UT game(AND WHY YES WE DID BEAT UK!) then we went to play with my nephews. They are by far the most precious kids in the whole world. Haha. I adore them. They are 3 of the 4 boys that will ever have me wrapped completely around their finger. The 4th is a little boy at my church. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: We went to church, then to the nursing home. Puertos for lunch. Church again. Chase's house. Now study time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I think that got everything. If I forgot something I will let you know ASAP. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-I dont do this often, but I am going to request prayers. I am struggling with several different things in my life right now. Prayers would be loads of help. Thank you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-429783030425417236?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/429783030425417236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=429783030425417236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/429783030425417236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/429783030425417236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-1474703711799732249</id><published>2010-02-25T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:00:16.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love Thursday</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have some VERY VERY talented friends. I have this friend and I call her my CFF and she knows who she is. She is an incredibly artist but wont give me her work so I cant feature her tonight as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I do have a friend named Emily P. who is just as talented and some of you know who that is. Let me tell you about EP. She is one of the smartest wittiest girls I know. I am so glad I am privileged to call her a friend. Not only is she a Godly Christian, she is incredibly down to Earth. We have lots and lots in common, and she is one of the few girls I know that watches Chuck. She is an amazing person and incredibly beautiful on the inside and out. If that wasnt enough to make you want to be her best friend, here is another interesting fact about EP. She is an AMAZING artist. She designed my tattoo (which I will be getting very soon :) She doodles and I have lots of her doodling. Here are some of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S4dVOvl9GwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LuIC8feJF-c/s1600-h/26722_1297855045240_1196280116_30868155_8064691_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S4dVOvl9GwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LuIC8feJF-c/s320/26722_1297855045240_1196280116_30868155_8064691_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442412386482723586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S4dVORCSHtI/AAAAAAAAAU4/D4tC7YXoUeY/s1600-h/26722_1297854765233_1196280116_30868154_2551524_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S4dVORCSHtI/AAAAAAAAAU4/D4tC7YXoUeY/s320/26722_1297854765233_1196280116_30868154_2551524_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442412378280042194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S4dVOCrdFII/AAAAAAAAAUw/mdzEdtyR8RI/s1600-h/26722_1297854605229_1196280116_30868153_4271695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S4dVBuSCEqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AiXUlHxnBtQ/s320/26722_1297849245095_1196280116_30868136_984106_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442412162792428194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S4dVBdE5ZZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/o1XQ7gszouc/s1600-h/26722_1297846645030_1196280116_30868134_6861581_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S4dVBdE5ZZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/o1XQ7gszouc/s320/26722_1297846645030_1196280116_30868134_6861581_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442412158173930898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-1474703711799732249?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/1474703711799732249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=1474703711799732249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1474703711799732249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1474703711799732249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-i-love-thursday_25.html' title='Things I love Thursday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S4dVOvl9GwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LuIC8feJF-c/s72-c/26722_1297855045240_1196280116_30868155_8064691_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-160980633530508035</id><published>2010-02-22T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:11:38.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend combined with Winterfest: Part 2</title><content type='html'>Okie dokie this is the part where I do my regular part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a big kid and am a chaperon now, I woke up at the crack of dawn to help cook breakfast, then got ready and went to G-burg to go to Winterfest. This year was so much better than last year. I love the singing I think it is hands-down the most uplifiting part of the weekend. After first session, a group of us went and hung out in Gatlinburg. We rode one of those ski-lifts to the top, which is on my bucket list so I was really excited. After our break we went back for evening session and it was loads of fun. Then we went back to the cabin and hung out. Colton, a boy in our youth group, decided to get re-baptized!! That was so neat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: We went back to Alvaton, took a 30 minute nap. Went to Church. After Church Christine, Kanin-our new friend- and me went to Toots and had a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really good weekend. I had 9 hours of sleep over the past 48 hours so this isnt very detailed. Also I am working clinicals now so I have to be up at 4:30 and I have been going since 4:30 today so its my bedtime :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Quick Not Me Monday Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I did not go to Kroger tonight so I could get a movie at Red Box. No, I did not decide I need a jacket so I did NOT open my truck and lay my keys in so I could put on my jacket. NO I did NOT shut my trunk and then immediately realize I locked my keys in my trunk. No, my phone did not decide to go to low battery as I was calling my mom for help. No, my mom was NOT in Glasgow and No my dad was NOT teaching a class. No, I did not have to call the person I was suppose to be hanging out with to come pick me up. No, I did not bust out laughing at my situation in the parking lot, where people could stop and stare. No, because this would be silly of my to do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yall! God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-160980633530508035?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/160980633530508035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=160980633530508035' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/160980633530508035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/160980633530508035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-weekend-combined-with-winterfest_22.html' title='My Weekend combined with Winterfest: Part 2'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-5418432687949401558</id><published>2010-02-22T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:59:34.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend combined with Winterfest: Part 1</title><content type='html'>So I love to read Not Me Mondays, but I am no good at writing them so I am going to tell you about my weekend *well my Friday night* using Not Me and then the rest of the weekend normally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: No, I did not get 5 hours of sleep and work all day, then drive to Gatlinburg. That would be silly of me. No, Christine and I did NOT leave almost an hour after we were suppose to. No, we did NOT get McDonalds before we left Bowling Green and then stop half way there and get McDonalds again. No, Christine did NOT eat a 10 piece nugget then one of my hamburgers, then at the second which she definitely did NOT suggest get 3 double cheese burgers. And no she definitely did NOT eat all 3 before I even got halfway through my nuggets. (No, I did NOT just call her out on that....love me?) The whole way there Christine was NOT saying that something bad was going to happen. When my GPS, Nancy, told us to turn onto a shady looking road in the dark Christine did NOT say, "Well, Nancy hasnt lead us astray this far. Just turn." No, We really didn't almost drive backwards off a cliff. No, we did NOT follow the gps to Mt Death Trap. No, the road did not suddenly stop and turn into a drop off.  We did NOT try to turn around, and back off a bigger drop off. (AKA The side of a cliff). We did NOT try to drive forward to turn around, and No the drive way was NOT steep and  NO it was NOT icy. Because that couldnt have made bad things worse. NO the tires did not start spinnin. No I did not slip backwards more. No I did not almost cry. No it was NOT the scariest moment of my life. No, my breaks werent smoking, and no our phones didnt loose service at the most inconvient time. No, I didnt start shaking and could NOT stop until 4 hours later. No that is not what happened Friday night. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-5418432687949401558?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/5418432687949401558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=5418432687949401558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5418432687949401558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5418432687949401558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-weekend-combined-with-winterfest.html' title='My Weekend combined with Winterfest: Part 1'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-8547853781404266435</id><published>2010-02-18T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:38:18.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love Thursday</title><content type='html'>Ta da!! Things I love Thursday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things I love....I really wanted to blog about my friend Emily BUT currently my bestest friend in the whole world(aka my iphone) is broken so I cant upload my pictures. So Ill have to blog about her when my phone is better and no longer sick :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the 2nd thing I was going to blog about it my church. I go to &lt;a href="http://alvatonchurchofchrist.com/"&gt;Alvaton Church of Christ&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in 5th grade my parents made the best decision of my life. My Papa decided to take a job at Alvaton. At the time I hated it. I hated the school. I hated the fact that I had to leave my friends. I hated the move. I hated everything. Even though then I thought my world was going to end, I grew to realize my world was just beginning. The school that I hated, became one where I made friends....friends that have been there for me and hold a place near and dear to my heart.  My old friends kept in touch. The move led me to two really cool houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvaton is by far the most special and loving place on Earth. They are truly people of God. They are not only my friends, but they are my mentors who give me advise. As I have grown up and moved,  I have been to different churches over the past few years and even though they were each special in their on way: not a one can hold a candle to the way Alvaton makes me feel. Alvaton is home. It is the thing I look forward to every week. Its my pick-me-up. Its my love. Over the years, I have laughed there, I have grown there, I have cried there, I have loved there, and I have been loved there. I am loved, and my brothers and sisters in Christ make sure I know that. I can go there and know that I am accepted and loved for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not only are they always there for me, they share my loved for God. They worship my Savior with me. The help lead me to Christ and aid me in my spiritual walk. They challenge me. I would not be who I am today without them. We are not perfect, but if you can show me a family that is, I will be incredibly impressed. I didnt say find me a perfect church, find me a perfect family. Yes, Alvaton is a church, but more-so Alvaton is a family. They are my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had asked me if I liked Alvaton 9 years ago, I would have hands down said no. If you asked me today if I liked Alvaton: My answer would be, No I dont like Alvaton.... I love Alvaton. I without a doubt love Alvaton with my whole heart.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S333rAWCKUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SFF3HHfl9yI/s1600-h/alvatonchurchofchrist.com-Main1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S333rAWCKUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SFF3HHfl9yI/s320/alvatonchurchofchrist.com-Main1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439776243132279106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-8547853781404266435?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/8547853781404266435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=8547853781404266435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8547853781404266435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8547853781404266435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-i-love-thursday.html' title='Things I love Thursday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S333rAWCKUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SFF3HHfl9yI/s72-c/alvatonchurchofchrist.com-Main1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-5277063081799597659</id><published>2010-02-15T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:39:06.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine's Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>Hello One and All!!&lt;br /&gt;  For the record, I just want to say I hate(with a passion)Valentine's day. It's nothing personal. I just feel like it a commerical holiday. I am sure there is a wonderful beautiful story of the origins of V-day, but it wont change my mind. In high school up a group of friends of mine, including &lt;a href="http://brewinmischief.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt;, made I Hate Valentine's Day tshirts. I have wore that tshirt ever year since we made them.  And that was my sophomore year of high school. BUT I do have to say that I had a wonderful weekend. And I just cant wait to tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;After I got off work at my big kid job, I went to church. You see I was volunteered, by my lovely mother, to be in charge of child care for church. The church had a couple's dinner for valentine's day and child care was provided. I was in charge of care for 22 kids ranging in age from 4 months to 3rd grade. Well, needless I say, it was a large age gap. Haha. We ended up doing centers and I rotated rooms every 30 minutes. I had  some wonderful help from my friends. I wouldnt have been able to done it without them. After that adventure, the teens and my helpers and I decided to go bowling. We went to Southern Lanes, and they were full. SO we went to Crescent Bowling, and they were full as well. So, what does a bunch of youth group kids do when they can't go bowling? They go back to the church building! Haha. We played cards, basketball, and hide-and-go seek in the dark until 2 am. I would just like to point out, you know you are a good kid when you are hanging out with your youth group at the church building until 2am on a Friday night playing hide-and-go seek. Haha. My friends Emily and Bethany spent the night. (Im going to blog about Emily here soon....get excited)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;We woke up(way earlier than I wanted to mind you) and took Emily to her car. I came back home Bethany and I hung out for a while and talked, then we went to Shoney's for brunch, ran a few errands, and then came home. When I got home, Ainsley(who is &lt;a href="http://brownpartyof4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elisa Beth'&lt;/a&gt;s daughter) was spending the day with my mom. Ainsley and I hung out for a little bit and then my 3 precious nephews came up for a little bit. I played with them for a while but then I went to Nashville. I am a season ticket holder at TPAC. My friend Anna and I have tickets together, but she was sick :( But Emily went in her place so I didnt have to go by myself. We went to see &lt;a href="http://www.drowsychaperoneontour.com/"&gt;Drowsy Chaperon&lt;/a&gt; which I had never heard of before, but let me tell you, I adored it. I loved it. I laughed until I cried. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt; I went to church. I am going to blog about my church later, but let me tell you. I love my church so much. After church I went to eat with my parents for Valentine's day at a Mexican Restaurant in Scottsville. Then I met up with my friend Jessica(who is Bethany's sister). We went to the rodeo. It was my first time ever going to the rodeo and I loved it!! After the rodeo we went to Walmart to kill time before church. Sunday night, we went to church and after church a group of us went bowling. It was a lot of fun. I came in 2nd to last both times, but nevertheless it was loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless and Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-5277063081799597659?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/5277063081799597659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=5277063081799597659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5277063081799597659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5277063081799597659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-valentines-weekend.html' title='My Valentine&apos;s Weekend!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-426417035732714497</id><published>2010-02-10T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:46:38.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: Some of my last pictures at Disney.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://brewinmischief.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt;, Amy, and Sonja came to visit me my last week at Disney. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S3OYqeP84hI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n48D9mIDX_c/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S3OYqeP84hI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n48D9mIDX_c/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436857030608216594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S3OYrcuqo-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/XTpauvW4dvA/s1600-h/IMG_1116_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S3OYrcuqo-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/XTpauvW4dvA/s320/IMG_1116_0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436857047380042722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S3OYrJk_ObI/AAAAAAAAATI/TwOlN3TBScY/s1600-h/IMG_1114_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S3OU4gR_VWI/AAAAAAAAASI/irxxYQpndTA/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436852873625294178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S3OYqn2RXpI/AAAAAAAAATA/HhcFT0Xkivc/s1600-h/IMG_1105_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S3OYqn2RXpI/AAAAAAAAATA/HhcFT0Xkivc/s320/IMG_1105_0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436857033184861842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-426417035732714497?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/426417035732714497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=426417035732714497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/426417035732714497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/426417035732714497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-wednesday-some-of-my-last.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: Some of my last pictures at Disney.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/S3OYqeP84hI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n48D9mIDX_c/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-5173121506969009531</id><published>2010-02-09T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:18:39.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursing is scary(and disgusting) business.</title><content type='html'>Dont get me wrong, I am so excited about becoming a Nurse. I am over-filled with joy that I get to care for people for a living. However, when I care for someone, it means their life is in my hands! Do you know how scary that is? If you are a mom or soon-to-be mom, then you do. If I pull the iv too soon, or read the wrong chart, or misread the blood pressure....I could kill someone. Thats scary stuff. Nursing isnt very clean. End of story. Haha. Ill leave all that out, but lets just say today we did full baths. Haha. Ok, so I am nervous and excited. I realize that as a Nurse, I get to have an impact on each and every person I come in contact with. We all have this opportunity, but I get to have it while caring for someone. I can't tell you how blessed I feel to have this opportunity in my life. I wanted to share something that our instructor shared with us today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;You are what people see when they arrive here.&lt;br /&gt;   Yours are the eyes they look into when they’re frightened and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the voices people hear when they ride the elevators and when they try to sleep and when they try to forget their problems. You are what they hear on their way to appointments that could affect their destinies and what they hear after they leave those appointments.&lt;br /&gt;    Yours are the comments people hear when I think they can’t.&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the intelligence and caring that people hope they’ll find here. If you’re noisy, so is the medical center. If you’re rude, so is the medical center. And if you’re wonderful – so is the medical center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No visitors, no patients can ever know the real you, the you that you know is there — unless you let them see it. All they can know is what they see and hear and experience.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now someone please try and tell me that isnt powerful and intimidating all at the same time. Do any of you have good or bad experiences with Nurses? Id like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yall. God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-5173121506969009531?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/5173121506969009531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=5173121506969009531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5173121506969009531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5173121506969009531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/02/nursing-is-scaryand-disgusting-business.html' title='Nursing is scary(and disgusting) business.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-1357608695820517150</id><published>2010-02-08T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:50:32.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck</title><content type='html'>Ok. I know Im suppose to do a "Not Me Monday" but that's just not for me. INSTEAD.... I want to introduce you to the man I am going to marry(He just doesnt know it yet....might need to work on that). This is Zachary Levi. Not only is he precious, but he's a Christian too. I think that is so impressive. Here's an article on him. Ok that's my spill. Ps if you look him, check out his smirk. Gets me everytime. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.relevantmagazine.com/culture/tv/features/19756-the-life-and-faith-of-zac-levi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.relevantmagazine.com/culture/tv/features/19756-the-life-and-faith-of-zac-levi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I want poll question: Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless! Love yall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-1357608695820517150?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/1357608695820517150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=1357608695820517150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1357608695820517150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1357608695820517150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/02/chuck.html' title='Chuck'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-8962651651650230244</id><published>2010-02-01T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:48:35.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Wow....Im a Big Kid Now.</title><content type='html'>Orientation. Direct Deposit. Benefits. Life Insurance. Health Insurance. Vision and Dental Insurance. Deductible. FSA. Medication Therapy Management Service. Shift Differential. Paid Time Off. What do these words have in common? They are all for a big kid job! Guess what? I heard all of these words and hundreds more that I have never heard before today. Whoa. Talk about having a headache. Haha. But guess what? I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who dont know, I started my first real Big Kid Job. Yes, I am growing up. Its scary. I dont like it, but I like it. I like being in a job where I have to have a photo id to get into certain parts of the building. I like sitting through orientation for 5 hours and then working on computer classes for 4. I like being confused. You know why I like it? I like it cause I feel like I am doing something with my life and I am sooooo excited about it. I like taking the initiative and picking my own insurance plan and filling out paperwork. Its really scary, but I like it. (Did I mention I like it? Ok. Just checking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like going on a roller coaster. You know when you are sitting at the dock and you scared, and then you start to move. The climb up takes five hundred years, but then you drop and you scream and you love it. As soon as you stop, you want to do it all over again. Thats the way I felt about today, and I have a feeling Im going to want to stay on this roller coaster. I know I will have to do the icky nasty stuff that no one else wants to do, but Im ok with that. I realize that I am the low man on the totem pole, but at least Im on the totem pole right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of my day was going to the Scrub shop. I tried on Scrubs(and even if I didnt buy a pair yet) I came out cheesin it. I couldnt stop smiling. I was so happy about being in them. The other highligh of my day was getting my ID for the Medical Center. Its the little things in life, but thats what life is made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go because I have orientation again tomorrow :) (Im excited!!) And I have 6 chapters to read for my class and I have homework. By the way, not only and I working full time, I am going to school full time as well. Wish me luck. Pray for me. Im going to need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Before I go I have to tell you this. Today the Chaplin came in to talk to us about the Ethics Committee, and the whole time he was talking I was trying to figure out how I knew him. The first thing he said was&lt;br /&gt;"Today you are going to witness two miracles. 1. You are going to hear a Southern Baptist Preacher keep his lesson under 30 minutes and 2. Im not going to ask for benevolence." Haha I laughed real hard.  But the more he talked, I realized I had to know him. I thought maybe I had met him through Dad(my Daddy is a preacher). The whole 30 minutes he talked, I kept trying to figure it out.  When he was leaving, he said something about reffing on the weekends! I know he was now. He had reffed my basketball league and umpired for my softball league growing up. He gave me a Technical one time in basketball. Haha. How funny is that? Ok. I have to go. For real. I love you all. God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-8962651651650230244?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/8962651651650230244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=8962651651650230244' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8962651651650230244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8962651651650230244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/02/mommy-wowim-big-kid-now.html' title='Mommy Wow....Im a Big Kid Now.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-2663627985834988764</id><published>2010-01-31T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:47:27.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back: But this isnt my normal bubbly post.</title><content type='html'>Hello One and All.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if anyone still reads this, and if you do kudos to you because I am an awful blogger. I am back from Disney. Life is in full swing. I just got a job as a CNA at the Medical Center in BG. Im so excited!! They pay for me to go back and get my RN so that means most of the rest of my college is paid for!! Im so excited I cant stand it. :) Ok, so I start my job tomorrow and Im really nervous. BUT thats not why I got on here. Haha. I just thought Id update you on my life, before I get into the real reason I got on here....now time for the serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been thinking(WHICH doesnt always end well. haha) But Ive been thinking of how much I take for granted. I realized tonight how much I miss things and when I had them I took them for granted AND I truely regret it. Ive realize things I have now I dont appreciate them. When will I truely start to appreciate the things I have now? When I loose them. I need to start now. I sit here and think about where my life has gone and where its going. Things I had the chance to do because of some stupid or selfish reason and now I cant have those chances back. I think of my friends and high school. Even though high school was the worst time ever for me(lets just leave it at that) I let opportunities slip past. I should have done things that I didnt; I should have taken certain risk and put myself out there but I didnt. I think about the friendship I did have but let go. I think of the friendships I should have made, but didnt take the time too.  I took for granted those 4 years and you think I would have learned from missing out of things. Then I went to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My road to college was a weird one. I had registered, got a roommate, and was set on one college. But then two weeks before classes started, I changed my mind. Yes, I had some influences but it was one time I'm glad I didnt remain stubborn in my decision.  I transferred to FHU. For those of you who dont know, FHU is a little microscopic school in a microscopic town. To most people it might seem insignificant, but it played one of the most significant parts in my life. I spent a year and a half at FHU. It was by far the best year and a half in my life. I made friendships that changed my life. I heard lessons, singing, and prayers that changed my soul. I played games. I laughed. I cried. I was a part of Social Club that still has a huge part of my heart and I want it to succeed. It is what college is suppose to be like. It was my world. But while I was there, I didnt do everything I wanted to because I thought I would have 3 more years to do these things. I dont have 3 more years there. But because of finances, I dont even have one more semester there. If I went back, things wouldnt be the same. I shouldnt have let money govern my decision, but I did. There were other factor but money was the main one. This will be one of the biggest regrets of my life. I want all of you that are still there to be active, be involed. Go to devos. Go to Clay Chapel. Go to Social Club Meetings. Do it. Dont think twice. Do the stupid stuff. Do the "lame" stuff. Because once its not there you will miss it something fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had many missed opportunities at Disney. Those linger in my mind. But those wont haunt me like my missed ones at FHU. The reason this post came about is because Ive been doing nothing productive these past few weeks I have been at home. Im now getting a "Big Kid Job." And that scares me. haha. I know that a lot of my "play" time is over. BUT on the bright side. Im sure I will have lots of stories for you to come. What this comes down to is to make the most of your time. No matter what you are doing and where you are....live it up. Live life to fullest(however cliche that might be). I just want to make a pledge to myself that when I am not working and when I am not studying(Im going to school full time and work full time) that I will make the most of the rest of my life. I love you all. I wish a Happy Lord's Day. God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I know life is full of should of's. Im not going to focus on those. I was just stating some things I miss and regret. Im not going to dwell on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-2663627985834988764?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/2663627985834988764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=2663627985834988764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/2663627985834988764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/2663627985834988764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-back-but-this-isnt-my-normal-bubbly.html' title='Im back: But this isnt my normal bubbly post.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-5664185352725056584</id><published>2009-12-22T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:55:03.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My parents came down here!! I miss them so much. Not only did my parents come but MY LITTLE BROTHER CAME! I was so excited. We had an awesome time. I have to go to work. Sorry I havent been posting. I know its been almost 20 days since I haven posted. I am sorry, but Im busy. Thats all. Love you all. Merry Christmas Week :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-5664185352725056584?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/5664185352725056584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=5664185352725056584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5664185352725056584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5664185352725056584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-parents-came-down-here-i-miss-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-4334272870386396028</id><published>2009-12-07T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:11:17.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My excuse for not blogging</title><content type='html'>Let me explain why I havent been blogging. I have been working 40 to 48 hours, and they are night shifts. SO I sleep all day. So in return, I dont blog. Im so sorry to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while I am on here, I would like you to pray for my Mamaw and Papaw. Im going to leave it at that but please please please please keep them in your prayers. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-4334272870386396028?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/4334272870386396028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=4334272870386396028' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4334272870386396028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4334272870386396028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-excuse-for-not-blogging.html' title='My excuse for not blogging'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-8405944464757387057</id><published>2009-11-27T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:35:10.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith not Fear</title><content type='html'>First off, I Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I hope you all enjoyed time with your family and realize how blessed we are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading &lt;a href="http://www.maxlucado.com/"&gt;Max Lucado&lt;/a&gt;'s new book Fearless, (thats why I havent been blogging; I've been reading instead). Ok, so I wanted to share a little bit about the book and one of my favorite parts in the book. This book is about making decisions based on faith instead of fear. I didn't realize how much I did this. But what was a real eye-opener for me was this part in the book :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Gospels list some 125 Christ-issued imperatives. Of these, 21 urges us to "not be afraid," or "not fear" or "have courage" or "take heart" or "be of good cheer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus wants us to have faith in him, instead of fearing each decision we make. He will fix it, if we mess up. I think this is all something we need to take to heart. We have no control; God has it all. God has me in the palm of his hand and he cares for me. That is plenty for me; and something I am incredibly thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love yall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-8405944464757387057?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/8405944464757387057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=8405944464757387057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8405944464757387057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8405944464757387057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/11/faith-not-fear.html' title='Faith not Fear'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-3332693140528458488</id><published>2009-11-20T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:59:09.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God speaks to us everyday; we just have to choose whether or not we listen</title><content type='html'>So I have been really really really really down lately. Im struggling with a lot of things, but tonight I when I was reading my Bible I read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Psalms 13&lt;br /&gt; 5 But I trust in your unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt;      I will rejoice because you have rescued me.&lt;br /&gt; 6 I will sing to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;      because he is good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lately I have been taking for granted all the good things in my life, and focusing on the negative and bad things happened to me. This week has been really rough, I LOATHE my new job, one of my best friends is deathly(and when I say deathly Im not joking) ill, my friend Luke got terminated from the program, I miss home with every ounce of being, and My "adopted" Granddaddy passed away. I have been focusing on these things, but God always speaks to us. He did save me and I have to realize that I need to turn these bad things into good things. I need to appreciate meeting new people at my job, pray for my friend, Luke got to go home and be with his family, I am blessed enough to get to talk to my family and have a family to love, and Granddaddy is where he wanted to be; with God. I need to focus on taking every blessing I have and counting it. Tomorrow is a new day, if God chooses to bless me with, and I wont waste it like I have been wasting my days lately. I am going to focus on the good things and try my hardest to enjoy every minute of every day. I love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-3332693140528458488?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/3332693140528458488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=3332693140528458488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3332693140528458488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3332693140528458488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-speaks-to-us-everyday-we-just-have.html' title='God speaks to us everyday; we just have to choose whether or not we listen'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-1762094345489074943</id><published>2009-11-17T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:04:09.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There will be plenty more to come</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have had a really rough week which is why I havent been blogging. BUT this will lift your spirits....Welcome to the Castle at Christmas time. (yes, I know I know....its before Thanksgiving) but I dont want to be a scrooge for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SwOOOENYVNI/AAAAAAAAARw/k4mGDzQHwoU/s1600/castle+2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SwOOOENYVNI/AAAAAAAAARw/k4mGDzQHwoU/s400/castle+2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405320350073902290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SwOOOBDkOMI/AAAAAAAAARo/IO9ArTRagdM/s1600/Castle"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SwOOOBDkOMI/AAAAAAAAARo/IO9ArTRagdM/s400/Castle" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405320349227432130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-1762094345489074943?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/1762094345489074943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=1762094345489074943' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1762094345489074943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1762094345489074943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-will-be-plenty-more-to-come.html' title='There will be plenty more to come'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SwOOOENYVNI/AAAAAAAAARw/k4mGDzQHwoU/s72-c/castle+2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-5984999498254230034</id><published>2009-11-14T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:02:47.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Held Me and Smiled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God held me and smiled&lt;br /&gt;As He wiped away tears.&lt;br /&gt;He whispered that He loved me&lt;br /&gt;And said, I know your fears.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rocked me and He sang&lt;br /&gt;Songs of love and sweet rest.&lt;br /&gt;He would lead me and guide me&lt;br /&gt;In the way that was best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hand will not falter,&lt;br /&gt;His voice will not fail.&lt;br /&gt;I can trust Him completely&lt;br /&gt;For His grace will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;My friend and my guide.&lt;br /&gt;He has walked on before me&lt;br /&gt;And in Him I’ll abide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jessie Fowler&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/8411058201491652717-5984999498254230034?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/5984999498254230034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=5984999498254230034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5984999498254230034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5984999498254230034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-held-me-and-smiled.html' title='God Held Me and Smiled'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-6122058070358553179</id><published>2009-11-11T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:35:48.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SvucgC2pbNI/AAAAAAAAARA/vN-g_izxUIQ/s1600-h/1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This Wordless Wednesday is brought to y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SvucgC2pbNI/AAAAAAAAARA/vN-g_izxUIQ/s1600-h/1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ou by Hannah and Ky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SvucgC2pbNI/AAAAAAAAARA/vN-g_izxUIQ/s1600-h/1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;le come to Disney!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Svw5OjEYeYI/AAAAAAAAARI/1t2ZLHO_mUk/s1600-h/1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Svw5OjEYeYI/AAAAAAAAARI/1t2ZLHO_mUk/s200/1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403256575032326530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SvucAEGmWeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Zk3gwQOZgFQ/s1600-h/2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SvubRbnjJJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/8ujvGWD5ReU/s200/11" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403082901734761618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-6122058070358553179?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/6122058070358553179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=6122058070358553179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6122058070358553179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6122058070358553179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/11/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Svw5OjEYeYI/AAAAAAAAARI/1t2ZLHO_mUk/s72-c/1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-4427311008761597942</id><published>2009-11-08T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:29:54.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MAJOR pet peeve.</title><content type='html'>So, I had a good weekend, but I need to vent about a pet peeve of mine. First off, this is NOT meant to offend anyone in any form or fashion. Kudos to your personal preference. This is just mine. It COMPLETELY and ENTIRELY rubs me the wrong way when Christmas is celebrated before Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving  is hands down my favorite Holiday, and it irks me when people skip over it. It makes me so mad when Christmas is celebrated before Halloween is even over. People are late on a daily basis, why do all of the sudden they get to be TWO MONTHS early. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Christmas, but I love Christmas at Christmas time NOT at Thanksgiving time. I think that it shows a lot about our society when we decide to skip over the Holiday we celebrate to be Thankful for what we have, to the Holiday that celebrates what we Get. I dont think this is everyone's mindset(Shannon, I dont think you are like this. Please dont get offended); I just think it reflects on society a lot. Thats all. If you read this and got offended, please dont. Just dont skip over Thanksgiving. It means a lot. I know Im not going to change anyone, but I just wanted to throw out my opinion. Thats all. Sorry it's short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed night tonight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-4427311008761597942?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/4427311008761597942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=4427311008761597942' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4427311008761597942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4427311008761597942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/11/major-pet-peeve.html' title='A MAJOR pet peeve.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-8847450504510197575</id><published>2009-11-06T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:10:10.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>So today isnt going to be my normal upbeat post.  I'm sick physically and mentally exhausted. I am just throwing this out there. You can catch it, throw it back, or do whatever with it. I HATE having to decide what I am going to do for the rest of my life by the time I am 22. Some people know what they want to do and stick with it and get out school in the 4 years. I am 20 years old, why is the round world do I have to pick now what I am going to do when I am 40. It makes no sense to me what so ever. I know I want to be a Nurse. I have decided that BUT I have NO clue what so ever where I want to go to school. I have several options, but nothing I am truely pulled too. The cons out weigh the pros. I am so confused. I am coming to you to ask for your prayers to help me figure out where I am going to go in two months. Ill keep you updated on my decision. Right now my decision is that I am undecided(haha). Ok. Thats all. I hope you all have a lovely day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-8847450504510197575?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/8847450504510197575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=8847450504510197575' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8847450504510197575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8847450504510197575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/11/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-7749700359839200235</id><published>2009-11-03T18:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:11:52.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nephews</title><content type='html'>LOOK AT MY NEW PICTURES OF MY NEPHEWS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-7749700359839200235?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/7749700359839200235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=7749700359839200235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/7749700359839200235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/7749700359839200235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-nephews.html' title='My Nephews'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-36782299871019159</id><published>2009-11-03T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:11:21.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Grand Ole Time</title><content type='html'>TODAY I STARTED MY NEW JOB! I am no longer a cast member at Typhoon Lagoon(Pause for a moment of silence).......now moving on. I really do miss Typhoon but I wanted to tell you and show where I am working now. Are you ready for this? I dont think you are. At all. I sure wasnt. Ready? Set. Reveal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SvC3mDdhh9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/_yIZf8yh_7I/s1600-h/Grand+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 743px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SvC3mDdhh9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/_yIZf8yh_7I/s400/Grand+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400017817609275346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So here is what I learned today. People have too much money. Let me just tell you about my new home, the Grand Floridian. The Grand Floridian is a resort and spa that is modeled after a Victorian Era House by the Seas. It looks like the Titanic when you walk in. It is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Night at the Grand can range anywhere from $400.00 a night to $4000.00 a night. WHAT IN THE ROUND WORLD? Are people insane. $4000 to sleep somewhere(Yes you are reading that right four-thousand). Ok. So that is for room alone. Lets talk about fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a yacht today. Would you like to know how much it cost for ONE HOUR to rent this yacht? Well whether you answered yes or no I am going to tell you. $45o. ONE HOUR for $450. I will swim you around on my back for an hour for $100. Please and thank you. So lets rethink this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you rent the cheapest room for ONE night and the yacht for ONE hour. Your total is already at $840 (before tax).  You can also rent sail boats, speed racers, and other marina things.&lt;br /&gt;We have a spa and gym that is open 24 hours a day. Two pools with bars. A beach with hammocks and cabanas. Tennis Courts. Shopping....oh let me tell you about shopping and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: I am working at Gasperillas. It's quick service still and we have arcade games and all kinds of fun stuff. Here is a list of the other restaurants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Flordian Cafe: It quick service dining. American cuisine. To be exact(aka Hamburgers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900 Park Fare: Character Dining: Breakfast Mary Poppins, Tigger, Pooh, Eeyore, and other characters. Supper(night meal) you eat with Cinderella, Prince Charming, The Ugly Step-Sisters and the Evil Step Mother. Both of these meals are a buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea: At the Perfectly Princess Tea Party. There is a mother-daughter tea with Alice and the Mad Hatter. At the end of the tea, there is a parade for all of the Princesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citricos: Upper Scale Mediterranean dining. This is still kid friendly but it is more for adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narcoossee: Upper Scale Steak and Seafood. This is on the bay looking at Magic Kingdom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND(no pun intended) FINALE:&lt;br /&gt;Victoria's &amp;amp; Alberts: The starting price for this is $120 a person. There is a formal where(ball gowns and tux) dress code. There is a age limitation on this resturaunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME: Am I in a ritzy hotel or what? I feel so out of place. Haha. Oh me. This Country-Bumpkin is going to have a lot of getting use too. :) Anyways Ill update you on the shopping part later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Magical Night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Here is a link so you can look more at the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/resorts/grand-floridian-resort-and-spa/"&gt;GRAND FLORIDIAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-36782299871019159?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/36782299871019159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=36782299871019159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/36782299871019159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/36782299871019159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-grand-ole-time.html' title='It&apos;s A Grand Ole Time'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SvC3mDdhh9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/_yIZf8yh_7I/s72-c/Grand+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-3238543508905730427</id><published>2009-10-29T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:57:27.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love Thursday</title><content type='html'>So I have done quotes and pick up lines so now that leaves CORNY JOKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 guys walked into a bar; the third one ducked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(You might have to read this one a couple of times)How does it change many dyslexics to take a lightbulb?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;What do you call a cow that won't give milk?  A milk dud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;What kind of horses go out after night?-Nightmares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;Why did Beethoven get rid of his chickens-Cause they kept sayin Bach Bach Bach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;What do evil chickens lay?-Deviled eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;Why did the pig want to become an actor?-Cause he was a big ham!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;When Chicken Little was killed at the playground, what did the police put on their report?-There had been fowl play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;What do you get when you cross an elephant and a fish?-Swimming Trunks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;Why do male deer need braces?-Because they have buck-teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;What is the best way to carve wood?-Whittle by whittle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;What did the bedspread say to the sheet?-I've got you covered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;How many psychologist does it take to change a lightbulb?-One. but it really has to want to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;If a couple is two, and three a crowd. What are four and five?-Nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;What kind of jokes do vegtables like most?-Corny ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok, ok. I'll stop. I've put you through enough! I hope you have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-3238543508905730427?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/3238543508905730427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=3238543508905730427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3238543508905730427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3238543508905730427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-i-love-thursday_29.html' title='Things I love Thursday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-3374614376445004827</id><published>2009-10-27T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:35:41.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im making up for being a bad blogger....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sujviw92igI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u7ivPM9wKMs/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sujviw92igI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u7ivPM9wKMs/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;Im making up for copying the information about m&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sujviw92igI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u7ivPM9wKMs/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;e from facebook, and using it as my blog. BUT in MY DEFENSE, I am the same no matter what site the information is on. AND I would like to point&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sujviw92igI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u7ivPM9wKMs/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt; out it is you NONBLOGGERS that are making the complaints. Just Saying. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SujwfCxXBPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wOScjmrIaFk/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SujwfCxXBPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wOScjmrIaFk/s200/IMG_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397828569514050802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sujviw92igI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u7ivPM9wKMs/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sujviw92igI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u7ivPM9wKMs/s200/IMG_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397827533942458882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sujwe-C-nJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zubc_VJzKFw/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sujwe-C-nJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zubc_VJzKFw/s200/IMG_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397828568245771410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SujwE9LYZaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/RlBRHEduHys/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SujwE9LYZaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/RlBRHEduHys/s200/IMG_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397828121335981474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SujvivHP8vI/AAAAAAAAALw/hQmE-MvCeDU/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SujvivHP8vI/AAAAAAAAALw/hQmE-MvCeDU/s200/IMG_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397827533445001970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SujviMYu2oI/AAAAAAAAALo/KXSjC9jqdfw/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SujviMYu2oI/AAAAAAAAALo/KXSjC9jqdfw/s200/IMG_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397827524123089538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sujvh-Tc80I/AAAAAAAAALg/wh1J-u9VKuo/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sujvh-Tc80I/AAAAAAAAALg/wh1J-u9VKuo/s200/IMG_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397827520342848322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SujvhqHfizI/AAAAAAAAALY/niFquO-fVJc/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SujvhqHfizI/AAAAAAAAALY/niFquO-fVJc/s200/IMG_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397827514923977522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-3374614376445004827?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/3374614376445004827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=3374614376445004827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3374614376445004827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3374614376445004827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-making-up-for-being-bad-blogger.html' title='Im making up for being a bad blogger....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SujwfCxXBPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wOScjmrIaFk/s72-c/IMG_0072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-7326385399732889216</id><published>2009-10-26T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:51:30.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenidos  Nosotros Somos Amigos</title><content type='html'>Hello Dear Readers and Fellow Bloggers.&lt;br /&gt; How are you doing? I realized I havent told you much about me. Most of you know me, but here are some tid-bits about me. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a Christian. That is the main thing about me; I try to let it show in my actions and thoughts. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I absoultely miss FHU with everything inside of me, but I think the decision I made was for the best     in the long run&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I love to play card games especially Rook! I could play all day and all night and not get sick of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I could at one point in my life play the flute, saxaphone, and piano. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When I was in the 6th grade I was in a wheel chair for a little while because the ball and socket joint in my hip came apart because I was growing to fast. I went to see NSYNC when i was in the wheelchair. Thanks Brittany for pushing me up the ramps!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I absoultely hate JELLO. It petrifies me. Yes, I am scared of a food. Just ask Haylee and DJ!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I love to laugh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If I have an items of different color I prefer they be in ROYGBIV. I eat m and ms and skittles in ROYGBIV.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I want to be a medical mission nurse if I never get married.( and i Dont want to get married)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I am a aunt of the precious nephews Canaan (4), Wyatt(2), and Westin (1). All by the same parents. I am an adopted aunt of Mady! WAHOO!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I have no sisters. My older brother is 12 years older than me BUT we have the same birthday. My little brother is 2 years younger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If I could do one thing for the rest of my life it would be decorate cakes. I think it is so much fun to do! If it didnt cost so much I would go back to culinary school and be a pastry chef.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I write songs.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have wonderful friends and family, without them I wouldnt be who I am today. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I miss my roommate, Amy squared!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I want to live in Middle Tennessee when I get out of school. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to show cows. Polled Hereford to be exact.  It was so much fun! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; There are two things that can make me tear up everytime I see them: Broadways and UT Sports! I know thats dorky, but only when I watch them live!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I do NOT like to cry. I feel like a baby, and I dont really see a point. I still do it occasionally, but I hate it when I do it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to read. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite movie is Remember the Titans. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When I eat popcorn, my choice of drink is Milk! BUT if I could have only one drink for the rest of my life it would be SUN DROP! Nothing in the world taste better than a Sun Drop in a glass bottle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;ok thats all for the night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-7326385399732889216?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/7326385399732889216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=7326385399732889216' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/7326385399732889216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/7326385399732889216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/10/bienvenidos-nosotros-somos-amigos.html' title='Bienvenidos  Nosotros Somos Amigos'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-4517120969964490284</id><published>2009-10-22T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:13:09.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love Thursday:</title><content type='html'>Ok. So I mentioned that I love quotes in this&lt;a href="http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-love-thursday.html"&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I have a journal that I bought at Wal-Mart a year or so ago, and now I write any good quote in that.  So today I decided to share some of my quotes with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A remark generally hurts in proportion to its truth -Will Rogers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hardest thing in life is knowing which bridge to cross and which to burn-David Russell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A little nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest men-Unknown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If everyone is thinking alike somebody isnt thinking- General George Patton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make everything as simple as possible, but not simpler-Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and abnormalities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old non-sense-Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Darkness cannot drive out; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that-MLKJ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pessimistic sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimistic sees the opportunity in every difficulty- Sir Winston Churchill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God is more concerned with us being holy than us being happy-Randy Wells(my Papa)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There are 10 little quotes for yoU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-4517120969964490284?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/4517120969964490284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=4517120969964490284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4517120969964490284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4517120969964490284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-i-love-thursday.html' title='Things I love Thursday:'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-2428866499519644904</id><published>2009-10-20T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:13:55.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a blah day with a good ending!!</title><content type='html'>Today was a blah day. I met my new trainers for Grand Floridian, when I first got to work. Then I worked. It was not a good day at work. The managers and I were not friends today. That's all. BUT I got to see Caleb's parents Mama Cynthia and Dennis George(from back home)! I met them at Epcot and we got ice cream and talked! I miss them. They are precious. End of Story. Then I went to my friend's Liz's apartment and hung out there. End of my day. How was your day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-2428866499519644904?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/2428866499519644904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=2428866499519644904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/2428866499519644904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/2428866499519644904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-was-blah-day-with-good-ending.html' title='It was a blah day with a good ending!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-1977231219513422407</id><published>2009-10-19T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:56:08.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not me Mondays:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vM6b8IiDv0I/SkpPYWwbekI/AAAAAAAAJTo/IRMCLOlOp2c/S1600-R/Not+Me+Monday+SIDEBAR+180+x+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vM6b8IiDv0I/SkpPYWwbekI/AAAAAAAAJTo/IRMCLOlOp2c/S1600-R/Not+Me+Monday+SIDEBAR+180+x+180.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I worked today. No, it was not a boring day. No, we did not only have 600 people at most in the park(*We usually have 2000 this time of year, 9000 in the summer). No, I did not stand around and do nothing for 6 hours. No, I did not come home and fall asleep. No, I did not get up watch clips of Glee. No, I am not going right back to bed. :)&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-1977231219513422407?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/1977231219513422407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=1977231219513422407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1977231219513422407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1977231219513422407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-me-mondays.html' title='Not me Mondays:'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vM6b8IiDv0I/SkpPYWwbekI/AAAAAAAAJTo/IRMCLOlOp2c/s72-Rc/Not+Me+Monday+SIDEBAR+180+x+180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-5347197567908855368</id><published>2009-10-17T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:59:44.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dogs are barkin....</title><content type='html'>I have been on the run for the past two weeks, therefore, I have failed you as a blogger and have not updated my blog. I. Am. Sorry. I will hit the highlights and I promise this wont happen again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week: I worked, went to the parks, and ran errands: Monday-Wednesday: BUT on Thursday my parents flew in! I got off work and surprised my parents by picking them up at the airport! My roommate was suppose to, but I got to! Then we went to their hotel which was shady and stunk. Haha. We were bums.I showed them my apartment, We ate a Red Lobster(the endless shrimp is AMAZING),  and then they met some of my friends. Then we went to the hotel and took a nap. Then Mom and I went to the scariest wal-mart I have ever been too, went to Subway, and then we watched Bones and The Office. It was a lazy-but good-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: I worked. After work my parents picked me up at Walgreens (after they had an adventurous day driving around Orlando finding a new hotel). We went and got supper, then we went to Downtown Disney and walked around. They got to see the Lego Store where everything is made of legos, and then Mom and I made candy at Goofys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: It was so hot! I took Mom and Dad to Animal Kingdom and Epcot! We watched the Festival of Lion King, rode the Safari Ride, took our picture with Goofy, and watched a 3-d It's Tough to be a Bug (which my mom screamed in two or three times) at Animal Kingdom. Then we took a break went and ate lunch at Chili's and cleaned up. Then we went to Epcot. We went to Club Cool which is where you try all the cokes from around the world. I was mean and tricked Mom and Dad into trying the worst thing ever first. I wish you could have seen their faces! It was so funny. There are cokes from China, Isreal, Thailand, Japan, Costa Rica, Germany, Italy, and Mozambique. You get a mini coke cup and try all of them for free! It's a really neat experiences.  Mom and Dad didn't get to ride Soarin or Test Track because the wait was 2 hours on both of the rides. So we went to the living Seas and rode Nemo and looked at the Aquarium. Then we walked and looked at some of the countries.  Then we rode Adventure Earth, which is where you ride up into the Epcot ball, and then we played some of the Adventure Earth games at the end. Then we went and watched the Fireworks. Epcot's fireworks are called Illuminations Reflections of Earth, and it features a huge globe and the countries in Epcot. It's really cool(but there's not much down here that isnt cool). THEN Anna and Amy got here! We met up with them after park, talked for a little bit then went back to the hotel and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: We went to church. And by WE -I mean Me MY MOM, MY DAD, MY ROOMMATE, and MY URNA!-can you tell I am excited?! It was so nice to have people you know down here! Even if it was just for one church service. I miss home. Then we went to Chili's. Yes, we went twice. Then home to take a Nap-Which I believe with my whole heart  what Sunday afternoons are made for. After nap, we went church, then we went and got Subway, played putt putt golf at mom and dad's hotel and swam! It was a great weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: I had to take my parents to the air-port at the butt crack of dawn. (aka. 5:15....which is 4:15 most of your time). Then i cried on my way home(and yes I did just admit that). Slept. Work. Anna(We call her Urna) and Roommate(this is my Roommate, Amy Carroll, from college) played at Typhoon. Then after work, I met up with them and we went to the Hard Rock Cafe at Universal Studios. After that we walked around and then we went to Goofys. Anna and Roommate both got candy apples and I got a rice krispie treat.  (Don't judge me!) Then we went home ate our Goofy's and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: I got Roommate and Urna into Animal Kingdom then I had to RUSH to work. haha. I worked until 3 then I met up with them at AK. Roommate and I rode Everst(which is the most amazing roller coaster). AND Roommate screamed like a little girl. It was so funny. I couldnt scream because I was laughing so hard at RM. Then we left AK and went to Magic Kingdom. I was so excited to have them with me! The main reason we went was to let RM see the castle and she did get choked up! But so do I so I am not judging. We rode Buzz Lightgear Ride, Winnie the Pooh's Adventure, and the Tea Cups. We have some of the funniest pictures ever from the Tea Cups. :) Then we walked around for a while and left at 7 to go to Hollywood Studios! We went to McDonalds on the way! We were starving then we had to book-it to get to HS in time to see my favorite show-Fantasmic! Urna and RM both loved it!! Then after that it was time for the parks to close so we went and got ice cream. We went to their hotel and swam in an amazing pool! Then we went to bed. It was a great day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: We got up and went to the coolest McDonalds ever! They have gormet meals: like shrimp pasta, pinni's, a grill, Belgium waffles, and lots more fancy food. It had a waterfall, Rainforest area, arcade, bowling games, and the fanciest bathroom ever. haha. We had breakfast and then said our good-byes and yet again I cried but not until I was by myself. I went to work and then church. Then home. I miss my real home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays: I worked and then after work I picked up my friend Spenser and we went to my friend Luke's apartment. I cooked supper and we watch baseball. When I got home it was 1:30a.m., but then I had to wait up until 2:15 to take my roommate, Texas, to the airport. I got home at 3:30ish and went to bed at 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: I went to work. Let me tell you about work. It was an interesting day. When I got to work, I had done pre-shift opening, but then my Coordinator says we aren't opening the park because we have no speakers. (You see the day before there was a big storm and lightning hit the park). So we usually open at 10 but we didn't get open until 11:30ish. By this point most guest had gone to different parks. So when we opened we had 786 guest. We usually have minimum of 2000. We out numbered the guest 2:1 at least. Haha.  SO before we opened my Boss had decided to put me on cash at Palms. Which to me is one of the scariest things ever! It was my first time, and I was so nervous. I did ok, but I had a really funny encounter with some guest. Here is my favorite one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           This man, his wife, and an icredibly attractive guy walked up to my register. I can't figure out the relationship of the man and the couple but the two guys were making jokes with each other and with me. They kept changing their order to mess me up, and were cracking themselves and me up. So with the meal plan, you get a dessert and they couldn't make up their mind. They finally picked and I was repeating their order back to them and I said to the man,&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So, you are a fruit cup."&lt;br /&gt;Gues:"Excuse me! What did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Im so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Guest(jokingly) I need to see a manager! You just called me a fruit cup! Excuse me everyone, she just called me a fruit cup!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Im so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Guest: DID YOU HEAR SHE CALLED ME A FRUIT CUP!&lt;br /&gt;Hottie-Mc Hot Stuff: Pound it! You just called him a fruit cup!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shss! You are going to get in trouble. You're total is $23.16.&lt;br /&gt;Guest: SHE CALLED ME A FRUIT CUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny! Then I met a guy who played football for the University of Tennessee! I was in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after work: I went to Magic Kingdom and fell in love again. Everytime I see SpectroMagic and Wishes I fall in love with Disney. The Big Bad Wolf&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs201.snc1/6820_188907804618_667479618_3879484_5040263_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 323px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs201.snc1/6820_188907804618_667479618_3879484_5040263_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    got right in my face and I screamed. He really scared me!(Yes he was this close!!) Then Malificent (the evil woman from Sleeping Beauty) stared me down and pointed at me). I screamed again. She stared at me until we couldn't see her anymore. It was so scary! Goofy waved at me!! My heart melted. I LOVE SPECTROMAGIC! I went with a group from work and they cracked up at me like they do everytime. We rode Splash Mountain and Big Thunder Mountain twice. It was so much fun! We had a great time together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: I was a bum. End. Of. Story. Haha. I did laundry and cleaned and watched t.v. I was a bum. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now caught up on my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-5347197567908855368?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/5347197567908855368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=5347197567908855368' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5347197567908855368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5347197567908855368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dogs-are-barkin.html' title='My dogs are barkin....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-1197443204218230852</id><published>2009-10-14T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:53:42.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: My Parents Came to Disney World!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/StapVJkkMjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nky9OB09mVk/s1600-h/Parents+2-AK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/StapmhIY-kI/AAAAAAAAALA/oCOCGB3AO6o/s200/Parents+8-Epcot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392684083016432194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-1197443204218230852?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/1197443204218230852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=1197443204218230852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1197443204218230852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1197443204218230852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/10/wordless-wednesday-my-parents-came-to.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: My Parents Came to Disney World!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/StapVJkkMjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nky9OB09mVk/s72-c/Parents+2-AK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-8387720156578035174</id><published>2009-10-06T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:50:56.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Fail(continued)</title><content type='html'>So this is the continuation of my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: I woke up and hit snooze on my phone and then my phone disappeared. I looked for it for two hours. We(my roommates and I) pulled my bed apart and moved it. We picked up the dresser. No phone. So I finally left. I went to Hollywood Studios with Jill and we ate a Sci-Fi Diner. WHICH IS THE COOLEST PLACE IN THE WORLD TO EAT. You eat in a 50's car at a 50's drive in. There is a picket fence, with car hops, and they play a movie. There was a sky and a stars, speakers by the car, and there was 50's commercials! This place is precious.  The food was really good but the milk-shakes were great! It was so neat.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.diningindisney.com/images/scifi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.diningindisney.com/images/scifi2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sci-Fi, we went and played in the parks! I watched Indiana Jones and the show was so neat. They show the action making of Indian Jones. I was in awe of the stuff blowing up. We rode the Star Wars ride. And on the Star Wars ride my wallet fell open. EVERY SINGLE card I have went flying on the floor. Jill and I were having to step on the cards to stop them. It was so funny. We were laughing so hard that I didn't get to enjoy the ride. It was funny. Then when the park closed, I went and rented a movie and watched it at Caleb's. Then I went to bed after I found my phone. You know where it was? OH let me tell you. It was underneath my roommates bed. Please someone explain that one to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: I went to church with Jill and Caleb. Then we went to eat Chinese, and it was good. When we got home, Caleb guilted to me into hanging out so we went to&lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/parks/blizzard-beach/"&gt; Blizzard Beach Water park&lt;/a&gt;.(Because we were suppose to hang out on Saturday and we didn't because i lost my phone). The first thing we did was go into the bobbing pool to get use to the water, but we didn't stay long there. We went to do &lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/hotels/1/5/f/_/summitplummet.jpg"&gt;Summit Plummet&lt;/a&gt;. This is one of the scariest rides I have ever done. It is a 120ft drop body water slide. We took a ski lift up to the top and then 4 flights of stairs. It was so scary. It clocks how fast you go and the person in front of me when 58 miles per hour. Yes, that is just your body going that fast. Anyways, Caleb made me go first so I wouldnt be able to Chicken out. I screamed the whole time BUT it was so much fun!! We did all the other rides , and went in the lazy river and just floated for a while. Then we were leaving and Caleb gets a call, and Linda and Darrell Palmer were down here and surprised us! We went out to eat with them at Bahama Breeze, then we went to the Boardwalk to watch the fireworks and we missed them but we had a good time playing in the sand and walkin around. It was a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEK HAS BEEN AMAZING but I have to go to bed so I will post more tomorrow. Love yall! Thanks for readin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-8387720156578035174?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/8387720156578035174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=8387720156578035174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8387720156578035174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8387720156578035174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/10/epic-failcontinued.html' title='Epic Fail(continued)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-5897135624017276728</id><published>2009-10-05T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:47:30.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an Epic Fail Blogger....</title><content type='html'>I realize that I am an epic fail at blogging. BUT this will be a long an very fun and very insightful blog :) Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? I am!! So fasten your seat belts and enjoy the ride!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS I will post videos later! and pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: I worked until 5. Then I got home and went to Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween Party. I went trick-or-treating around the Magic Kingdom! How many people get to say that? I got candy from Mickey and Minnie!! I was so excited. There were so many people dressed up and it was so cool. The party starts after hours, so there was all kinds of special stuff. THere was a special parade which was AMAZING! There were grave diggers that did a step routine and they spun around with their shovels on the ground. They spin so hard that they cause sparks! Then their was all kinds of fun parts of the parades! I watched it twice!! I got my face painted for free which usually cost $15-20. YES IT WAS FREE and it was stellar make up. The fireworks were even better than Wishes. They were called Hallow-wishes. It was a special show and it's themed about Villains. The firework finale explode around you!! I love how everything turns dark-themed. And then the next day its back to normal. It was foggy, "scary" music, and lights were all down Main Street. The were ghost and creatures everywhere. Then after I went trick or treating, again. BUT HERE IS THE SHOW STOPPER I met Snow White and ALL 7 DWARFS!! That NEVER EVER HAPPENED! Snow White sounded amazing. She talked so sweetly and called me Princess! :) Yes, I am so excited 4 days later! Ill post  videos and MORE pictures!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsrIRE3_qaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oTeA2W0n--s/s1600-h/Grave+Diggers"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsrIRE3_qaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oTeA2W0n--s/s200/Grave+Diggers" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389340099794151842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsrIQxTPXKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MGUxpaOwL9k/s1600-h/Spenser+and+I"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsrIQxTPXKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MGUxpaOwL9k/s200/Spenser+and+I" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389340094539717794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsrHxck4LnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mrqSZrEq5X4/s1600-h/Snow+White"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsrHxck4LnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mrqSZrEq5X4/s200/Snow+White" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389339556400606834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: After work, I went to the Yatch and Beach Club. When I first walked into the Beach and Yatch club I was in awe. This resort makes you feel like you are on a beach. There is sand and waves, a massive pool, a boat that has a huge slide, sand in the pool. It has the florals and bright colors that a beach has. It is precious and beautiful. My friend, Anke, is from Germany and her program had ended. It was her last in Flordia so 15 of us went to an ice cream place called Beaches and Cream. They have a speciality called the kitchen sink. AND let's just say that our garbage pail looks like a snack compared to this thing. It fed 7 of us! Our tables of 15 people had 2 kitchen sinks. After that, Spenser, Caleb and I went and walked on the board walk. There are stores and it is EXACTLY like a beach board walk. I love how Disney creates worlds minutes apart from each other that feel like they are miles apart. Then Caleb and I hung out and watched a movie. (Here are couple of pictures of the kitchen sink....mind you there were 7 of us that ate this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FyAP-UMH5sw/Sqxk_2hSPxI/AAAAAAAACLE/0ZjIUyOrCp8/s400/2480618452_ca671fd0c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FyAP-UMH5sw/Sqxk_2hSPxI/AAAAAAAACLE/0ZjIUyOrCp8/s400/2480618452_ca671fd0c5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsrLK49zZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/a6Gbx1koXWM/s1600-h/Sink"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsrLK49zZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/a6Gbx1koXWM/s200/Sink" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389343292052957058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know still have to update you on Saturday and Sunday, but I am tired. I have to work tomorrow morning, but I PROMISE I will write more tomorrow :) Have a great night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-5897135624017276728?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/5897135624017276728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=5897135624017276728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5897135624017276728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5897135624017276728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-epic-fail-blogger.html' title='I am an Epic Fail Blogger....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsrIRE3_qaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oTeA2W0n--s/s72-c/Grave+Diggers' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-7694675891734243874</id><published>2009-10-01T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:37:16.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who went trick or treatin with Mickey tonight? Oh wait I did!!</title><content type='html'>OK. So i have to go to bed, but tomorrow be ready for an AMAZING post because I went trick-or-treatin at the Magic Kingdom at Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween Party!! Im so stinkin excited to tell you all about it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-7694675891734243874?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/7694675891734243874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=7694675891734243874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/7694675891734243874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/7694675891734243874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-went-trick-or-treatin-with-mickey.html' title='Who went trick or treatin with Mickey tonight? Oh wait I did!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-3385339518136498017</id><published>2009-09-30T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:56:54.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: First Time Meeting Characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsREF46GECI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gudlX6ELL-Q/s1600-h/Excited+2%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsREF46GECI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gudlX6ELL-Q/s200/Excited+2%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387505922208043042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsREX4v6CeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NP4cxLHoeWQ/s1600-h/Excited+3%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsRDB9-9ryI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SW_Owir_mG0/s200/Eeyore+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387504755339538210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsREXqrIW0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Lb2fjNjgKG4/s1600-h/tigger+with+julie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsREXqrIW0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Lb2fjNjgKG4/s200/tigger+with+julie+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387506227624827714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-3385339518136498017?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/3385339518136498017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=3385339518136498017' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3385339518136498017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3385339518136498017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday-first-time-meeting.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: First Time Meeting Characters'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SsREF46GECI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gudlX6ELL-Q/s72-c/Excited+2%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-2937811443179951231</id><published>2009-09-29T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:05:28.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution This Contains Corny!!</title><content type='html'>Ok! So one of my favorite things in the world is corny pick up lines. I was going to save this post for Things I love Thursdays, but I can contain myself! So here are some of my favorite corny pick-up lines!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you a broom....because you have swept me off my feet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How much does a Polar Bear Weigh?....enough to break the ice. Hi my name is Amy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you a library book?....Cause I want to check you out. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If they named a hamburger after you it would be called the McGorgeous. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did it hurt....When you fell from heaven.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is your name Visa? Cause you are everywhere I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's your number? I lost mine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's a nice shirt....can I talk you out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do your feet hurt?....Cause you have been running through my mind. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you help me I'm lost....in your eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hurt all over....Because, Baby, I've fallen hard for you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey baby, you must be a light switch cause everytime I see you, you turn me on!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Do you believe in love at first sight....or should I walk by again?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few. I could read these all day long and not get tired of it. I hope you got a chuckle or two out of these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-2937811443179951231?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/2937811443179951231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=2937811443179951231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/2937811443179951231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/2937811443179951231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/caution-this-contains-corny.html' title='Caution This Contains Corny!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-5459612008727117963</id><published>2009-09-27T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:00:01.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Misses....</title><content type='html'>I cant sleep. End of story. I have so much on my mind. I love my life down here, but I miss so many things from back home. So I decided to make a list about the things  I miss from back home. (this could be pretty long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my Parents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my Baby Brother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Wade and Allison&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Canaan, Wyatt and Westin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my Grandparents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my church family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Alvaton Church of Christ.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my Friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss FHU.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss hearing my nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss hearing familiar voices and laughs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Christian fellowship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss living in the "bubble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss the Weather.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Fall. (the seasons don't change down here).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Alvaton(the community).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss mowing the grass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my puppies. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss helping my dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss seeing the stars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss the smells outside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss driving on country roads.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss alone time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss kayaking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss disc golf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss our hodge podge of animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Mom's cooking(even though she doesnt do it alot....haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss so many more things, but I don't want you to think Im depressed. Haha. Cause Im not. :) I just got to thinkin about all the stuff I miss back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-5459612008727117963?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/5459612008727117963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=5459612008727117963' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5459612008727117963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5459612008727117963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/ms-misses.html' title='Ms. Misses....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-4592373851650963863</id><published>2009-09-25T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:02:48.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZYX, WVUT, SRQ,PONML, KJIH, GFED, CBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;One Letter at a Time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A - Age:&lt;/b&gt; 20 and lovin' it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;B - Bed Size:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Twin in Orlando and Full at home. PS I have the best bed in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;C - Chore you hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; Putting up clothes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;D - Dog's Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; Sissy, Sassy, Sambo, and Daisy. And we have little puppies I havent named&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;E - Essential start your day item:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; Snooze button. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;F - Favorite Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; Orange &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;G - Gold or Silver or Platinum: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Silver&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;H - Height:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; 5'7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;I - Instruments you play:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; I [used to] play flute and piano.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;J - Job Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; Disney Cast Member&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;K - Kid(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; None now probably ever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;L - Living Arrangements: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Currently I am in an apartment with 5 other girls. Last semester I was at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;M - Mom's Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; Leigh Ann&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;N - Nickname(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; Aimers, Amy Lynn, Aimes, Amy Lou, and Cuppiecake&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; 1: I had hip surgery&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;P - Pet Peeve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; Lying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Q - Quote from a Movie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;What we do in life echoes in eternity-Gladiator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;R - Right or Left Handed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; Right&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;S - Siblings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; 2 Brothers, one older and one younger. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;T - Time you wake up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; Depends on the day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;U - Underwear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; I wear them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;V - Vegetable you dislike:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; Celery or Cabbage&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;W - Ways you run late:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; I despise being late.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;X - X-rays you've had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; When I had hip surgery and when I was in my first car wreck. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Y - Yummy food you make:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; Spaghetti or Fruit Pizza or Pizza Grilled Cheese &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Z - Zoo Favorite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; I prefer Aquariums but I love Elephants and Giraffes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-4592373851650963863?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/4592373851650963863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=4592373851650963863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4592373851650963863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/4592373851650963863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/zyx-wvut-srqponml-kjih-gfed-cba.html' title='ZYX, WVUT, SRQ,PONML, KJIH, GFED, CBA'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-5106931495236880985</id><published>2009-09-22T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:43:42.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, I have a tough life... ;)</title><content type='html'>I was talkin to my big brother Saturday Night and he said, Man you sure have a tough life. Hints my blog title. BUT I GOT TO TALK TO MY NEPHEWS! I miss the soooo much. It broke my heart a little to hear their voices but moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I went to Typhoon Lagoon(yes, the place I work) BUT I got to go and play. I swam with the skarks 2 times. I love doing that. I think it's so relaxing. I layed in the lazy river, went in the wave pool. Hung out with my friends, but the highlight of my day was getting a GARBAGE PAIL. Yes, the massive sandbucket of ice cream. It was so yummy :) I shared it with 4 of my friends. It was amazing. After Typhoon, I came home, showered, watched some tv then I went to Magic Kingdom and watched the fireworks. I fall in love over and over with Disney. Each time I see Spectromagic. Each time I see the Castle. Each time I walk down Main Street. Each time I see the Fireworks. I fall in love. This time when I watched Spectromagic I didn't have to stand on my tip-toes to see it and it was even better! The character heard when I yelled their names :) I am so incredibly blessed to have this experience and I realize that each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I went to church at Concord. Then I came home and took a nap for 15 minutes then I went back to Typhoon. We were going to go to the beach, but I really wanted to go to church Sunday night so we wouldn't have time to do both. So instead I went back to Typhoon. Haha. Don't judge me for going to where I work on my days off. After night services, we were going to go to see Wishes, but we got confused on the time. So we got to see them from the road as we were driving away. Then I came home and skyped with Urna for like 20 minutes, did laundry, and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I worked. THEN I went to Downtown Disney to go to my future husband's(Goofy)'s Candy shop. AND LET ME TELL YOU! That is one of the most amazing candy shop's in the world. There is a part where you get to build your own candy let me explain the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick your base candy(apple, gingerbread, pretzel sticks, marshmallows, a giant oreo, or Mickey shaped rice krispie treat)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick what kind of chocolate you want your treat dipped in(milk, dark or white)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick what kind of topping you want(too many to list but there is anything you could imagine)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick what kind of chocolate you want drizzled over your original treat(milk, dark or white)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;TADA! Then you have your orginal Mickey treat. And how much does this little slice of heaven cost me? Oh well let me tell you friends, it cost me all of $4. Yes, I did just say $4. No, not $40. Just $4. haha. I was so excited when she rang me up. I got the oreo with peanut butter filling, dipped in milk chocolate, with recees' cups as my topping drizzled with milk chocolate. I LOVED IT! It was so good. Haha. Yes, you should envy me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked, now I am being a bum. Thats all. Have a great day everyone :)&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/8411058201491652717-5106931495236880985?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/5106931495236880985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=5106931495236880985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5106931495236880985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5106931495236880985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/man-i-have-tough-life.html' title='Man, I have a tough life... ;)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-6926405886421096122</id><published>2009-09-18T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:51:25.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT!?! Two blogs in one day....That's crazy talk</title><content type='html'>Ok So it's things I love Thursday's Edition Numero Dos so I decided to do my top 10 favorite TV shows or things to watch on tv:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. College Sports&lt;br /&gt;2. The Office: This show is always able to make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;3. Bones: I want Temprance and Booth to date sooo badly!&lt;br /&gt;4. Chuck: If things don't work out with me and Goofy, I will marry Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;5. Lost: However, I am so ready for this show to end....it's gone off the deep end&lt;br /&gt;6. Ace of Cakes or Challenge shows on Food Network&lt;br /&gt;7. The Cosby Show: My favorite episodes are the G-parents anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;8. Saved by the Bell: Slater and Zack still make my heart melt&lt;br /&gt;9. Fresh Prince of Bell Air: Will Smith is so stinkin funny&lt;br /&gt;10. The "Do-Good" Show aka Extreme Home Make Over: I only watch this when Im at FHU with Christine, but I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-6926405886421096122?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/6926405886421096122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=6926405886421096122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6926405886421096122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6926405886421096122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-two-blogs-in-one-daythats-crazy.html' title='WHAT!?! Two blogs in one day....That&apos;s crazy talk'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-6858023894071464579</id><published>2009-09-18T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:31:49.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation of my this past week.....</title><content type='html'>Sunday: Sunday, I went to church at Concord again. Let me tell you, I love Concord. Not as much as I love Alvaton, but it is an amazing congergation. When I got to church, I walked downstairs and went into our classroom. There was a girl sitting there and she turned around and said incredibly loud, "Hi! My name is Jill!" (and here is the rest of the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, Im Amy&lt;br /&gt;J: Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;J: Yea, you talk funny. I'm from Oklahoma What are you doing down here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Im working at Disney as a CP(college program)&lt;br /&gt;J: WHAT!!! ME TOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*High five*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;J: Patterson.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ME TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Another high five*&lt;br /&gt;J: Can I start riding with you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes ma'am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha-Ching! I got a new friend. Haha. Anyways after church I went to eat with some of the college kids from Concord and we went to a returuatunt called Chipotle. It was like Subway except you create your own bowl/burrito/taco. It was really good. After church I went home and did what Sunday afternoons are meant for. I took a nap. :) Then after my nap I met up with my friend Spenser(He introduced himself as Spenser Emmerson, Spenser with a S not a C. All my names have 7 letters....haha), and his roommates and we went to Hollywood Studios. We rode Tower of Terror and Rockin' Roller Coaster. We also did the Woody Toy Story Ride, and It is amazing!! I got my tail whooped, but it was so worth it. We played other games, and rode other rides. We watched the American Idol Finale which is really neat. During the day they have audition rounds and then each round someone get eliminated, like the real show. You vote and everything. The really neat part is that the winner get's a golden ticket and that means they can go to the front of any audition line for the real American Idol show. How much fun is that? Then we finished off the night with Fantasmic, which I still claim is my FAVORITE night-time show. It sends chills down my spine everytime I watch it. After Hollywood Studios, we went to McDonalds and had a lot of fun there. Then I came home and went to bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: I worked all day Monday. I worked this week at two places Crush Cart and Surf Doggies. I am not a huge fan/ I loathe working at these two places. I'll vent about Crush in a second. ANYWAYS after I got off work, I came home and took a shower and I had some friends over from work. We ordered Chinese and attempted to watch a movie but we had Roommate issues and drama so we went to one of the people I was hanging out with apartments. It was so much fun. One of the guys I was with feel asleep WITHOUT his shoes on. WHICH means that it is free game to draw on him. So that is exactly what we did. It was lots of fun. Then I came home and went to bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TIME-OUT I think it's so cool that when people ask me, hey what are you going to do tonight? I get to say oh Im going to play at Disney!" I mean how cool is that?!? Ok. Time in.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY: This is my vent session. I got to work at 9:00 and when I clocked-in it said to take Position 1 at Crush Cart. I have never worked at Crush Cart. So I get to CC and I am the only one there which means I am opening. How STUPID is that. I had no idea what to do. Then my radio wasn't working, so I had to walk back to the Coordinators office to get help. Then they sent me on a wild goose chase to find a guy to help me open. After I got done trying to find that non existant man, I went BACK to the Coordinators office and then they sent someone to me. My stand was suppose to open at 10, but because I didnt know what I was doing it didnt open until 10:30. My Operator number(which open and lets me use the register) wouldnt work. So then I wasn't able to serve anything. I only had 76 customers in 8 hours. It was miserable. CC is outside foods AKA NO AIR CONDITIONING! But here is the good new: My Cousins Corey and Shannon were here. So they would come by and see my stand! Then it was lots of fun. So after I got off my miserable shift: I went out to supper with my Roommate~ Julie, Corey and Shannon. We went to Olive Garden  and it was heavenly! Then we went to see a movie, which was not good. Then I came home and went to bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: I worked at el stupido CC again. It was awful. Then I met up with Corey and Shannon we had church then we went to Disney Quest! Disney Quest is a 5 story interactive arcade and once you pay to get in you play all the video games for FREE!! AND why yes I did beat Corey on the drumming game. There are so many different game. There is a Buz Light Gear souped up Bumper game, A Pirates of the Caribbean game where you shoot cannons, a boat ride where you have to stear, and my favorite is where you create your own Roller Coaster. It's Amazing. You really flip and turn side-ways. It's so cool!! Then we went and hung out at their hotel. Then I went home and went to bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: I went to work at stupid CC again. We closed at 4:45 instead of 5. How nice of them right? I had to close the stand all by myself which isn't fun. Then the next thing I know the park intercome system comes on and it says that we are staying open for another 2 hours. WHAT THE JUNK!? But good news I found out why. There was a "suspicious package" on one of the Disney buses so they had to check every single bus, so there wasnt any buses to pick up our guest when the park closed. After work, I came home and I got to talk to my parents on SKYPE! How much fun is that? It was really good to see their faces. I went to the Mart of Wals(Wal-Mart) and bought groceries. Then I came home and went to bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: WHICH BRINGS US UP TO DATE: I worked at Surf Doggies. Came home fell asleep on accident. Slept until my roommate came home, then we went to my friends Spenser's house and watched a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA!! There you have it. That's what's been going on in my life. I hope you all enjoy my weekly update. Haha. Im going to the parks tomorrow so Ill have stuff to say :) Im playing at Typhoon Lagoon which is where I work :) WAHOO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-6858023894071464579?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/6858023894071464579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=6858023894071464579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6858023894071464579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6858023894071464579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/continuation-of-my-this-past-week.html' title='Continuation of my this past week.....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-5487082699977893279</id><published>2009-09-17T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:23:06.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE: Lots of Memories Ahead :)</title><content type='html'>Hey! Im so sorry Im not very good at keepin up with this blogging mess. I've been coming home after work, showering, leaving or work, shower, bed. BUT there is a lot to update you so this is going to be a ridiculously long blog. I dont blame you if you don't want to read it.  With that being said, let me back up till last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;   Saturday was my day off and I went to Animal Kingdom. When I woke up, I was incredibly sad because it was raining, but you know what I did. I put on my poncho and I was on my way. I dragged asked politely my roommate,  Julie, to come with me. So we got to Animal Kingdom at 10ish. When you walk into every park, there is a WOW moment. For example, Magic Kingdom: it's the castle. Epcot: it's the Epcot Ball and Animal Kingdom's is the tree of life. It is so amazing the detail of every animal that is carved into the tree. I just stood there in awww for a few minutes and after I got done looking like I was hypnotized, we went to see a Bug's Life the 3-D Show, It's Tough to be a Bug.  That show is so cute :) I know I say that about so many things but I am in love with the 3-D shows down here. I definitely screamed when the bugs ran at my feet. Haha. Then we went to ride Mount Everest which is an INSANE roller coaster. It starts off really boring and I thought it was going to be like that the whole time, BUT then, my friend, you about pee your pants because the tracks end and you come to an abrupt halt and you are looking over at least 5 miles of Orlando. Then you go backwards and it's in the dark. THEN you stop again and the tracks rotate infront of you and its dark so you just see a creepy thing turning over AND THEN you plummet to you death. Haha. After we rode Everest the first 2 times, we went to the Klilmagaro Safaris. We saw lions, elephants, baby elephants, antelope, giraffes, crocodiles, hippos, white rhinoceros, rhinoceros, and several other animals. It was so cool because they were so close to you. MIND YOU it was raining the whole time so we didn't even see half the animals but we saw so many. After the safari we went to Rafiki's Planet Watch, which you take a train too. (This is where the story gets embarrassing) At Rafiki's Planet Watch it's an island where you can see rain forest animals, reptiles, and other assorted creatures(aka farm animals….which I have at my house). BUT when I walked into the building I saw character and no lie I screamed. I met Pocahontas, Rafiki, Jiminy Cricket, Wiggins(the bad guy from Pocahontas), Meeko, Timon,  Brer Rabbit and Brer Bear,  and Baloo. I had baby freak outs when I met them. It was so cool!! I loved it. So after this we got back on the train and started wandering around. We went to Camp Minnie-Mickey to see the Festival of the Lion King, but on our way I saw there was yet ANOTHER place to meet characters. (Im not going to lie this INCREDIBLY embarrassing….like I don't even want to tell you but I can't leave this part of the story out). I was waiting in line to meet Mickey and I was so beyond stoked. When I got to the front of the line it was NOT Just Mickey, it was Minnie too! I screamed!! not a little scream like hard-core screamed! My roommate had to explain to the people in line that I had never been. The people were laughing. (THIS IS NOT THE END OF MY STORY FRIENDS….THERE IS MORE) SO after I get out line, I see there is another line and who is in that line….shut the front door. It was Donald Duck and Goofy. NOT only did I scream but I had a massive freak out. The camera people, characters, other guests, attendants, and my roommate were all laughing. One camera guy said, "It's like you have waited your whole life for this!" and I turned around and said "I have! I have waited 20 years for this!!" Everyone was laughing so hard but I was so excited, Goofy just kept hugging and hugging me. The photographer got 34 pictures of me. They thought I was so funny. I LOVE IT! I can not even begin to describe how filled with joy I was. :) Forget Prince Charming, I want to marry Goofy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this episode, I went to eat lunch and I saw Pooh, Tigger, and Eeyore. They were precious. I contained myself at this point. Then we went to Dinoland and saw the Finding Nemo Musical. Which is AMAZING! It's people with puppets, but not the corny puppets, like the Lion King on Broadway kind of Puppets. After all of this we went back to Everest and rode it 6 more times.  Just in case you weren't counting, that means we rode Everest 8 times. Yes, my friends, 8 times. We decided that at the 8th time we should probably go home. We didn't even do everything at Animal Kingdom! I loved it, but my day did not end here either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and watched Tennessee loose an awful game, during which, my roommate took a nap. But after that we went to Magic Kingdom. WHAT?!!? Stop the train. I went to 2 parks in one day! I went with my friend Spenser, Caleb, and Julie to Magic Kingdom(MK for future reference). We watched Spectromagic which is only one of the coolest parades EVER!! It's the light parade at Night and we got to watch Wishes which is the firework show at MK. It was even more magical because we saw someone propose right before the fireworks. How cute is that? This was only Satuday. BUT my fingers hurt from typing so I will post the rest of my adventures from this week later tonight. I love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-5487082699977893279?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/5487082699977893279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=5487082699977893279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5487082699977893279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5487082699977893279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/beware-lots-of-memories-ahead.html' title='BEWARE: Lots of Memories Ahead :)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-381249092457704680</id><published>2009-09-11T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:13:38.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me introduce you to my new best friend: It's name is Skype</title><content type='html'>This blog is going to be short, but I have this new found friend called Skype. SKYPE is the best invention ever. I am able to talk to me friends who are 12 hours aways. In the past week I have seen 2 friends I havent seen in one month and a friend who I havent seen in 4 months face to face. HOW STINKIN COOL IS THAT!! It makes me smile to see a friendly face. Ok. That's all. Im being a bum tonight; I worked all day.  But Im going to Animal Kingdom and that means I will have a fun-time blog. Have a fantastic Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-381249092457704680?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/381249092457704680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=381249092457704680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/381249092457704680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/381249092457704680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-me-introduce-you-to-my-new-best.html' title='Let me introduce you to my new best friend: It&apos;s name is Skype'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-8994120084224468377</id><published>2009-09-10T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:49:01.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love Thursday</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I wanted to add pictures on each of these but I realized that there are a lot of things I love. SO that means that I will have to blog about specific things another time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. I can not express how much they mean to me and impact my daily life. I hope that each of you know this Godhead. I hope you talk to them and tell them you love them, because they talk to you and tell you they love you. It's rude to ignore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My family. I miss them all so much. In my family there is My Daddy, My Mommy, My big Brother(Wade) and His wife Allison, My Three precious nephews Canaan, Wyatt and Westin, and My Little Brother, Carter. I have such an amazing family and I miss them so much. I miss playing with my Nephews. It breaks my heart I am away from them so long. I have amazing Grandparents-Papaw and Mamaw(my mom's parents) and my Grandmother-(Dad's mom). I have great cousins, aunts, and uncles. I am truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My Church and Church Family. There is no place in the world like Alvaton. I am so blessed that Dad got this position. When I moved to Alvaton I loathed it, but I don't know what I would do without it. They are people whom I can depend on, people who arent going to hurt me, people who arent going to judge me, and people who are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My Friends. I think true friends are the hardest to find. I have amazing ones that I can depend on, that make me laugh, that let me cry, and that I can TRUST. I love yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. FHU. I was the happiest I have ever been in my life the year and a half I was blessed to be there. I miss it, but I realize that it was a year and a half that changed my life. I am so glad I got to have that experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Quotes. In my opinion it amazes me that lines make letters, letters make words, words make sentences, and sentences make emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. College Sports. Tennessee is my team. The TN Vols, not Vandy or any yucky other team. I bleed TN Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Books. I love to read. Historical Fiction and books like Max Lucado writes are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Milk. I love Chocolate and Plain milk. I drink it with everything. I know that will gross some of you out, but I LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. Communication. Texting, skyping, emails, and letters. I love keeping in touch with people. I dont like to talk on the phone, but I do it. I talk to my parents almost everynight. It's so nice to hear their voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more things to come. I promise this isnt all i like :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-8994120084224468377?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/8994120084224468377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=8994120084224468377' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8994120084224468377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/8994120084224468377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-love-thursday.html' title='Things I love Thursday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-865462471587331835</id><published>2009-09-09T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:12:05.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Walt: Welcome to Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kenston.k12.oh.us/khs/articles/08-09/img/magic-kingdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I have worked everyday since last Monday and haven't really done much BUT good news! I went to Epcot tonight so you know what that means? IT MEANS BLOG TIME!! Haha. Guess what not only did I see the Epcot Ball(which by the way has 1324 triangles....just to let you know) I WENT IN IT! Yes Ladies and Gentleman, there is a ride that goes into the Epcot ball AND when you get to the top of it you are surrounded by black and stars AND you are looking down on Earth like you are in space. AND on the way down the ride predicts your future. Isnt that so cool!! I think it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again my roommate was crackin up at me because I was such a little kid. After that we went on this ride called Soarin.' So check this out, on Soarin you go up in the air then you fly over parts of the United States. When you fly over the Orange Grove, you smell oranges. When an airplane passes the air current gets stronger. After Soarin, I saw Minnie, Pluto, Goofy and Donald Duck. They were all hanging out together :) They are so cute. After that I went to Finding Nemo Ride and they have an aquarium there.  It was so neat. After the ride Julie and I went to Turtle Talk with Crush. You really get to talk with Crush. Like he calls people out from the audience, meets them, and ask them question and you get to ask him questions. AND Dori showed up. After that we went to Honey I Shrunk the Audience....the dog sneezes and we get wet! There are mice and they run over your feet. I love all of these 3-D shows I am getting to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know that outside of Honey I Shrunk the audience, we walked outside and there is water that jumps. Like it jumps from place to place and over peoples head. It is SOOOOO cool. After that we walked around the countries: We walked through Mexico and took a boat ride there, then Norway, China, Germany, American and Japan. After this we stopped for the fireworks. The Fireworks at Epcot are so neat, but halfway through there is a globe that comes out into the water and it does a lightshow of all the countries and when the country appears on the Globe, the one at Epcot lights up :) THEN there are more fireworks. I was standing in Italy tonight when I watched it and not only could see the fireworks at Epcot I could see the ones at Magic Kingdom. So not only was I watching Epcot light up, I was watching Cinderella's castle light up with MK fireworks. As most of you know Im dont cry very often, but everytime I see the fireworks here I get choked up. I realize Ive waited 20 years to see these fireworks and everytime I see them I get overwhelmed. Im in love with Disney and all of these Magical Moments. I want to feel like this for forever. I hope all of you get to experience Disney. It's amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-877377996693099905?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/877377996693099905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=877377996693099905' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/877377996693099905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/877377996693099905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-i-fell-off-face-of-planet.html' title='Sorry I fell off the face of the planet.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-1433771430589458984</id><published>2009-09-05T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:35:17.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First off I am still having a wonderful time. I still love it down here and I am still having the time of my life.  BUT I got to thinking about some stuff so I need to get it off my chest. Ok. So I need to vent. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to pull a &lt;a href="http://brewinmischief.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt;. ( she likes to start out lessons with a definition) Im starting this out with a definition.&lt;br /&gt;LYING: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1: to make an untrue statement with intent to deceive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;              2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to create a false or misleading impression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;               3. the blunt term, imputing dishonesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOATHE lying. I think number three is my favorite because it's so accurate. LYING is always BLUNT.  You can't accidentally lie. There may not be motif behind your lying, but more than likely it is. Sometimes it is to "save the other person from being hurt," but more than likely it is to save your butt. People claim to lie for good reasons, but I think that if the act you are doing isn't good, then your reasons behind it cant be good. (in this case at least) Lying isnt accidental. It is blunt. There is a decision when you open your mouth to lie. You can stop yourself or you can say the lie. You have the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without going into details I have had several people do me wrong, and because of this I have trust issues. Im not saying I have had a hard life or sayin "woe is me," but I have had my fair share of friendships being messed up. AND when you pull away all the muck and grime of the stuff that happened it comes down to people lying. Without a doubt lying can make or break a relationship in my opinion. It doesn't matter if it is family, friends, or boyfriends. It doesn't matter if it was a friendship or more than that. I know this is awful, but once you lie to me once it's so hard for me to EVER trust that person again. I will still be their friend(for the most part) but they have more than likely lost my trust in their ability to keep secrets or be honest. I know those two things are directly connected but to me they are. Because if you are lying to me, then how do I know you arent lying when you say I will keep your secrets. AGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think friends are the hardest thing to come by, but when someone lies to me. It. Kills. Me. It breaks my heart and when I know they are bluntly lying I get so mad. I know the Christian thing is to forgive. but sometimes I can't. It's something I struggle with on a daily basis. Whenever I start to become friends with a person(I KNOW THIS IS AWFUL) but I tell them small things so I can learn weather or not I trust them. And if they can't keep the little secrets then I know that they can't keep the big ones. Im sure you are thinking now, did Amy test me when we became friends and more than likely the answer is yes. Don't hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this wasnt the most positive blog ever, but I needed to get this off my chest.&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/8411058201491652717-1433771430589458984?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/1433771430589458984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=1433771430589458984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1433771430589458984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1433771430589458984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-off-i-am-still-having-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-817083965822908527</id><published>2009-09-04T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:48:32.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now introducing....</title><content type='html'>I am living with six other girls. Let me introduce you to my lovely roommates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SqHW4ap2_7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/kgmDej_Fx8c/s1600-h/5660_535769981315_81402108_31670043_489267_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SqHW4ap2_7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/kgmDej_Fx8c/s320/5660_535769981315_81402108_31670043_489267_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377815694772993970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My actual roommate is Allison: Allison is from Jersey and that's what we call her. She works in Magic Kingdom at Big Thunder Mountain. She is a Business Major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;Julie is from Connecticut. Our &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SqHY4I6b1QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_oH7DstP61E/s1600-h/7321_142120281802_685781802_3389087_445288_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SqHY4I6b1QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_oH7DstP61E/s320/7321_142120281802_685781802_3389087_445288_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377817889033934082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roommates hate us because we are so freakin loud. She is twice as loud as I am(if you can imagine that).  I call her Giggles, Tacos, and Beast. Haha. Julie and I click really well and always crack each other up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SqHaU5WzgiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/87Eqq74sevE/s1600-h/n552012789_2349367_2639438-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SqHaU5WzgiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/87Eqq74sevE/s320/n552012789_2349367_2639438-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377819482585793058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicole is from Michigan. We call her Ma because she is the one who during the first week told us what time and where to be. She helps us figure stuff out. She's a life saver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan is from &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SqHflMhBlOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/R1ZDamaIXNM/s1600-h/n1672867556_72939_1196211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SqHflMhBlOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/R1ZDamaIXNM/s320/n1672867556_72939_1196211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377825260164977890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohio/New York. She lives in Ohio but is originally from New York. She is the quietest out of all of us. She doesnt really say much but she laughs at us. She is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SqHgYFO4UHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BCRb9VRCkAE/s1600-h/6388_123711706171_582661171_2535140_6029236_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SqHgYFO4UHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BCRb9VRCkAE/s320/6388_123711706171_582661171_2535140_6029236_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377826134383153266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren is from Texas and that's what we call her. She is working in Merchandising at the Swan Resort. She hit a kid in the head with a hoola-hoop at the Magic Kingdom, we still make fun of her for that. PS Lauren loves to shop. She officially knows all of the malls, what stores are in them and their hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-817083965822908527?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/817083965822908527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=817083965822908527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/817083965822908527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/817083965822908527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-introducing.html' title='Now introducing....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SqHW4ap2_7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/kgmDej_Fx8c/s72-c/5660_535769981315_81402108_31670043_489267_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-3265409309825507097</id><published>2009-09-02T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:36:24.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: WELCOME TO APARTMENT 16201</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8rBj0MuUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/W_MR8IsmVt0/s1600-h/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8rBj0MuUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/W_MR8IsmVt0/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377063785897703746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining Area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8q2PGOYtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/64t_FbBG-yk/s1600-h/IMG_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8q2PGOYtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/64t_FbBG-yk/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377063591357604562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8ovE-EbiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EPuxtUA7TLE/s1600-h/IMG_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8ovE-EbiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EPuxtUA7TLE/s320/IMG_0702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377061269356703266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Living Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8oaRgJG1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/GPvT8FLripw/s1600-h/IMG_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8oaRgJG1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/GPvT8FLripw/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377060911943588690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Balcony&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8pHBYZ82I/AAAAAAAAAEI/5t3FMdc11WE/s1600-h/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8pHBYZ82I/AAAAAAAAAEI/5t3FMdc11WE/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377061680710284130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren(Texas) and Morgan(NY/Ohio)'s Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8pwl09mdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lCfVX2eSj8U/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8pwl09mdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lCfVX2eSj8U/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377062394868373970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julie(Connecticut) and Nicole(Michigan)'s Rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8m8rB1veI/AAAAAAAAADY/GX0MjRlGJco/s1600-h/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8m8rB1veI/AAAAAAAAADY/GX0MjRlGJco/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377059303888109026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8mHXY2UdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AzT79T9cYYk/s1600-h/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8mHXY2UdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AzT79T9cYYk/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377058388082840018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Allison(Jersey) and my Closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8lc_lNgGI/AAAAAAAAADA/cqH6X_oKV_U/s1600-h/IMG_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8lc_lNgGI/AAAAAAAAADA/cqH6X_oKV_U/s320/IMG_0697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377057660137734242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know Im not suppose to use words but I get to use captions cause Im a newbie(that's my excuse). DISCLAIMER: we arent boring with decorations. We aren't allowed to have them in the apartment. Thank you Disney :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-3265409309825507097?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/3265409309825507097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=3265409309825507097' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3265409309825507097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3265409309825507097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: WELCOME TO APARTMENT 16201'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp8rBj0MuUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/W_MR8IsmVt0/s72-c/IMG_0701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-3357786758166363238</id><published>2009-09-01T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:29:43.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time</title><content type='html'>This is a blog not about today because today I had work which was terribly uneventful. I worked outside (gag me) for the first four hours of my shift, thought my break was 45 minutes when it was only 15, got yelled at for sitting too long then worked as a cold filler in the Quick Service Returaunt called the Leaning Palms. Walked to my car in rain that was coming down so hard I couldnt see in front of me. Walked into a car because I couldnt see in front of me. Came home. Took a nap. Woke up. Watched tv. Then Blogged. So that was my day in a nutshell. BUT I can tell you about going to the very Magic Kingdom for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl name Amy, she was 2o years old and had never had the chance to see the Magic Kingdom. But on a very special day of August 28, 2009, Amy got to fulfill her dream of going to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;!! On the very special day Amy's Roommate, Allison aka Jersey(for future post) was accompanying her because Allison has been coming to Disney at least twice a year since she was two. So Allison was the perfect tour guide. On the way to Disney, Amy was smiling like a kid and she continued to do this all day. Amy was overcome with joy when she got on the Monorail(the transportation that takes you to the Magic Kingdom) that when a five year old said "I'm so excited," Amy just happened to give the five year old kid a high five and say, "Me too!!" When Amy entered the Magic Kingdom, she felt like she was in a dream. She even screamed for joy when she saw the castle. Literally screamed, *no, this is not a dorky thing for a 20 year old to do* Amy rode every single ride in park!! Some even twice. She rode Splash Mountain, Peter Pan's Adventures, Dumbo, and the Tea Cups!! She also rode 15 other rides but those were her favorites. She saw a parade and was like a little kid giving Goofy high fives and yelling princesses names. Amy is a girl who doesnt cry, but she was so over-whelemed with emotions she teared up a few times such as the parade, the shows, the rides, the char acters, the castle and the parade. Oh wait that's everything. Haha. Amy got to go through Adventureland, Fantasyland, Tomorrowland, and Frontier Land. She had a perfect day and it ended with watching fireworks at Cinderella's Castle. It could not have been a more Magical Day in the Magical Kingdom. And she lived Happily Ever After....The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp3XHtrrOJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LQPatbAT51Y/s1600-h/Disney+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp3XHtrrOJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LQPatbAT51Y/s400/Disney+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376690057672079506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.orlandodiscountticketsusa.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/.pond/Wishes_Firewroks_Show_at_Disney_Magic_Kingdom.jpg.w300h375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.orlandodiscountticketsusa.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/.pond/Wishes_Firewroks_Show_at_Disney_Magic_Kingdom.jpg.w300h375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/amywells/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/amywells/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-3357786758166363238?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/3357786758166363238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=3357786758166363238' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3357786758166363238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/3357786758166363238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/09/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Sp3XHtrrOJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LQPatbAT51Y/s72-c/Disney+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-5729029229476310893</id><published>2009-08-31T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:06:25.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Mondays: I think I did this right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been told in the "blogging world" that Mondays are called "Not Me Mondays" so I am going to try this deal: BUT before I start this, let me tell you Disney has it's own lingo for future reference. Because everything is a 'show' down here. Let me translate for you fpr future reference &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Employees-Cast Members &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On clock-On stage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off the clock-Off Stage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customers-Guest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where guest can't see-Behind the stage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uniforms-Costumes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    So on with my story I was off work today and my friends and I decided to go to Cast Connection. Cast Connections is two wear-houses where all old Disney stuff is sent for Cast members. Everything in these wear-houses are 75% off for us. So, no, I did NOT go to these wear-houses knowing I just got paid. I did NOT buy 4 pairs of Mickey Ears and one baseball cap. I did NOT buy 8 Christmas ornaments in August knowing that I hate how early Christmas stuff is put out. No, I did NOT find hotel stuff furniture, sheets, ice buckets, plates, clothes, ornaments, beach towels, costumes, and many more things for 75% off. I did NOT score $50.00 worth of things for $10.00. I did NOT yell with excitment when they rang my bill up. AND I definetly did NOT run into the next wear-house to look for more stuff. No. I did NOT do any of this stuff because that would be silly of me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; AND these pictures are definitely NOT of my $10.00 worth of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SpxAKptCChI/AAAAAAAAABY/jml2g-Hkn9E/s1600-h/101_0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376242606911130130" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SpxAKptCChI/AAAAAAAAABY/jml2g-Hkn9E/s400/101_0763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Spw-biCjBnI/AAAAAAAAABA/5M17i0RpIAc/s1600-h/101_0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376240697888409202" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Spw-biCjBnI/AAAAAAAAABA/5M17i0RpIAc/s400/101_0753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/Spw_iFIVBsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LimhBtk92s8/s1600-h/101_0755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376241909898741442" style="WIDTH: 165px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SpxBpe2HF4I/AAAAAAAAABo/OATvI-bXmok/s400/101_0761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SpxC9apUaFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-kMDupvhTKQ/s1600-h/101_0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376245678065608786" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SpxC9apUaFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-kMDupvhTKQ/s400/101_0760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SpxCd1xGKlI/AAAAAAAAABw/WLeYz2_UPxY/s1600-h/101_0757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376245135590173266" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SpxCd1xGKlI/AAAAAAAAABw/WLeYz2_UPxY/s400/101_0757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;&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/8411058201491652717-5729029229476310893?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/5729029229476310893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=5729029229476310893' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5729029229476310893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/5729029229476310893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-me-mondays-i-think-i-did-this-right.html' title='Not Me Mondays: I think I did this right'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SpxAKptCChI/AAAAAAAAABY/jml2g-Hkn9E/s72-c/101_0763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-1044023341706614397</id><published>2009-08-30T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:34:14.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Fantasmic :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SptSQrHDyJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cOc0StJC3GQ/s1600-h/fantasmic.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hey Everyone In Non-Disney Land!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great day. As sad as I was to not be at Alvaton's Friends and Family day, I went to Concord Church of Christ. It was by far the most diverse church I have ever been too. There were whites, blacks, Asians, Hispanic: you name me a race and it was probably there. I loved it. Today they had a special service and the preacher preached in both Spanish and English. He would say a few lines in English then translate them himself. It was so neat. And two of my friends went with me to a Church of Christ for the first time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, I went to Disney's Hollywood Studios. I recommend it for everyone!! It was so amazing. I watched Muppets 3-D, rode the Tower of Terror six times and I screamed like a little girl everytime and I got soo scared everytime. AND I rode the greatest roller coaster every which is the AEROSMITH Rock N Roller Coaster. It was so stinkin amazing. We didnt get to ride the Toy Story Ride because it was two hour wait....umm no thank you. haha. BUT Good news is I get to go again within the next five months. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not only does Hollywood Studios have the best rides(so far Ive only been to 3 parks) BUT it has a night show call Fantasmic. AND Ladies and Gentlemen, let me tell you Fantasmic is Fantastic. You're life is not complete until you have seen this show. Its at this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ginormous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; ampitheatre that has an 'island' and a lake in front of you. Its a water, light, character, and fire/firework show all in one. Now, don't get me wrong I loved Wishes(the firework show behind Cinderella's Castle) but I am IN love with Fantasmic. I looked for a video to show you but nothing compares to seeing it in real life. Fantasmic is the story of Mickey's dreams that turn into the nightmares with the Dinsey Villians. When the dragon from Sleeping Beauty attacks Mickey, the water infront of you catches on fire!! How stinkin cool is that!!So looks like all you lovely readers are going to have to come to Disney World to see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/amywells/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/amywells/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SptSQrHDyJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cOc0StJC3GQ/s1600-h/fantasmic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SptSQrHDyJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cOc0StJC3GQ/s400/fantasmic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375981026600536210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-1044023341706614397?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/1044023341706614397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=1044023341706614397' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1044023341706614397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/1044023341706614397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/08/fantastic-fantasmic.html' title='Fantastic Fantasmic :)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/SptSQrHDyJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cOc0StJC3GQ/s72-c/fantasmic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411058201491652717.post-6083106068734238476</id><published>2009-08-29T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:39:18.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's my first time...</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.dizzyingintellect.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Beth Reagan&lt;/a&gt; told me I should start a blog while Im at Disney so I can update everyone on my life while I am working here at Disney so I am going to try it. This week has been amazing. I have a weeks worth of stuff to update you on.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a lot of first this week:&lt;br /&gt;*First time in Florida(well that I can remember...I came when I was two)&lt;br /&gt;*First time living in an apartment&lt;br /&gt;*First time living with 5 other girls&lt;br /&gt;*First time being the only Southerner I hang out with(my roommates are from: Jersey, New York, Michigan, and Connecticut. They sound funny and speak a different language: example they call a buggey(like at the grocery store) a carriage. I keep trying to tell them a carriage has horses and a prince. They wont listen.)&lt;br /&gt;*First time working at a Hot Dog Stand&lt;br /&gt;*First time working at an Ice Cream stand(expect a blog on this, there is a sand bucket we sell and it has 21lbs of ice cream in it!!)&lt;br /&gt;*First time working in a Water Park&lt;br /&gt;*First time living/working at Disney&lt;br /&gt;*First time at Disney World(all I have done is Epcot and Magic Kingdom....expect a whole blog on this too! I was running around like a two year old)&lt;br /&gt;* First time serving Alcohol(no I didnt drink any....it stinks)&lt;br /&gt;* First time getting lost in the ghetto trying to find a church(dudes were visibly packin guns)&lt;br /&gt;*First time riding public transportation everywhere(and getting left by the rain in my costume which is white shorts...not a happy camper)&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least&lt;br /&gt;*First time bloggin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure my blogs wont be as funny as my soul mate,&lt;a href="http://brewinmischief.blogspot.com/"&gt; Christine&lt;/a&gt;'s, but Im going to try to let you know how amazing it is living at Disney!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411058201491652717-6083106068734238476?l=all-is-wells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/feeds/6083106068734238476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411058201491652717&amp;postID=6083106068734238476' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6083106068734238476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411058201491652717/posts/default/6083106068734238476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-is-wells.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-its-my-first-time.html' title='So it&apos;s my first time...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182367106142991885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TPqfoYHrF8/TI76B3JCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/iLTcfp093hc/S220/44779_1474570543017_1196280116_31307682_2588069_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
