<?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-5942464584544606960</id><updated>2011-11-14T13:19:27.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fabulous Life of Amber</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-4914396677539409572</id><published>2011-09-29T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T13:15:28.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Good Lookin'</title><content type='html'>Deke came back to me!!! My sweet handsome boy is back with his mama, right where he belongs :) It has been two and a half weeks, some of the longest most stressful weeks of my life, and I was feeling pretty dang hopeless. But yesterday morning, whilest eating my Raisin Nut Bran (yummy!) I heard a kitty meow outside my kitchen window. It sounded a little familiar, but I thought 'all cats kinda sound the same'. But when I heard it again, I thought what the heck. So I popped open the window, said hello, heard that familiar cry, looked out and my little man was sitting right under my window looking up at me! I went racing out the front door yelling his name and he came running. Best. Moment. Ever. He couldn't stop talking and rubbing all over me. I think he missed me just as much as I missed him since he didn't leave me for one moment when I was home yesterday. We vegged out on the couch all night. Me stretched out on the couch and him snuggled up under my arm. He wasn't skinny so he was finding food somewhere, which is something I am extremely grateful for. I have to confess to having an emotional moment when I finally held him. I called my mom (at 6:45 am) and I was crying my eyes out. She thought something awful had happened, but I reassured her that I was crying because I was so happy. I've never had that happen before. Where you are so happy that you burst into tears. Kinda a great feeling :) Lol. I never go into religion on my blog, but I have to say that prayers really do get answered. So thank you to all my friends and family who prayed for a cat that they've never even met, I know it's a big reason that he came home safely :)YAY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-4914396677539409572?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4914396677539409572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-good-lookin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4914396677539409572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4914396677539409572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-good-lookin.html' title='Hey Good Lookin&apos;'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-7815004597354561222</id><published>2011-09-14T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T09:00:47.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as I know it</title><content type='html'>So. School has officially started. I'm on my third day back and it's going pretty good. I think this semester is going to be easier than I originally thought. I'm not sure if I'm happy about this or not. Right now all the classes just seem to be more of a review of previous things I've learned, so I'm hoping they get a little more in-depth within the next couple of weeks. I'm shocked to find myself admitting such a thing, but my Ecology class is actually quite interesting. I know! I feel like I'm betraying my beloved biology but you can't help what your heart decides to love. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach had her beautiful baby boy on Sept 6th at 11:03 pm. It was a very long labor. She started labor on Sunday, the 4th, went to the hospital and they sent her home since she wasn't very far along. And then her labor decided to stop. Lame-sauce :P So me and Beaner took her and Taytum for a walk around the greenbelt to see if exercise would speed things along. It didn't. She made it all the way to Tuesday morning where she went in and got induced. It was a very long day full of waiting for the little turkey to get here. He was quite content to just stay inside mom all day and laze around. lol. We finally talked some sense into him and convinced him how awesome the outside world really is and he made his appearance! :) He's the total opposite of Taytum. She is a wild child in every definition of the word and this little dude just sleeps and lets you snuggle on him all day. He's pretty much the coolest kid ever. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved into my house! I found an adorable 3 bed/2 bath house in a craftsman style setting that I am in love with. I love having a place that I look forward to coming home to every day. My two roommates are pretty awesome as well. Me and Kacy obviously have a lot of fun and we convince Jess to hang out with us when she's home. For the most part we all do our own thing which I really love, because me and my quiet time are must haves. lol. On a much more serious note, one that has had me crying everyday, is that Deke, my sweet handsome baby, has gotten lost. I put him in the backyard on our first night and a board was missing in the fence. I went out the next morning to find him gone and my heart totally broken. I've been going out every night for hours walking around and calling for him but no luck so far. All the animal shelters, vet clinics and police station have his photo and description. I'm hoping some family will find him and realize that he's someone's baby and turn him in. So please keep in your prayers! I'll keep you updated on his return. Because I will find him. Everything else just isn't an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a very depressing thought to end on so some more exciting news is my uncle Chaddy is finally tying the knot. The wedding is at the end of the month and I'm excited because weddings in our family our pretty much the party of the year type quality. lol. Okay maybe not that high up, but we do have a DJ, a dance floor and yummy food. And really, what more can you ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-7815004597354561222?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7815004597354561222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-as-i-know-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/7815004597354561222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/7815004597354561222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-as-i-know-it.html' title='Life as I know it'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-2675271797282752229</id><published>2011-07-07T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T15:36:29.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole lotta nadda</title><content type='html'>Taytum knows my name! I know this doesn't sound like a blog worthy post, but trust me, it is! She has been able to say Brianna's name for months. I was starting to feel left out. Granted, she sees Bean almost every day and she's lucky if she sees me once every two weeks, but she finally has my name down! Ok, so she calls me Ber, just like she calls Bean, Bee. I walked in her house to babysit her for a few hours this morning and she said my name. It was awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another random note, I think I've caught Rachael's pregnancy brain. Last week I pull out of a parking lot and I forgot which side of the road I was supposed to drive on! I kid you not. I had a full 30 seconds of panic before I saw a car coming and figured I should be on the side opposite of them. My mind totally betrayed me and went blank! It was nuts. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. House hunting is frustrating. We've probably looked at over a dozen homes and can't find one that we love. Luckily there are new homes popping up everday. We just have to be patient.. something that I have never succeeded at! lol&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-2675271797282752229?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2675271797282752229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2011/07/taytum-knows-my-name-i-know-this-doesnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/2675271797282752229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/2675271797282752229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2011/07/taytum-knows-my-name-i-know-this-doesnt.html' title='A whole lotta nadda'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-4500276721426071311</id><published>2011-06-15T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:46:55.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainy... the new adjective to describe moi</title><content type='html'>Just kidding. lol. I wish this was true. It would make my next semester so much easier. Three lectures plus three labs. And each lab is 3 hours long. Can't figure out if that is a good thing or not. lol. Up on the block we've got Invertebrate Zoology, Ecology (ick) and Bio Part 2. I'm excited about the zoology class. I took an invertebrate/vertebrate zoology class last semester so this one is just more in-depth. It'll be wicked cool. Not sure why I just said wicked... it just came to me. lol. The Ecology one... hmmmm. I hate plants. I hate learning about the biospheres, the cycle of life, etc. But such is life that I have to suffer through such a class to save the whales. Yuck. But you know me, I'm no complainer! hahahaha. Today I am cracking myself up! Bio #2.... Not sure what to say about it. It's just more biology. Which I love. Duh :P Mostly I'm just looking forward to the classes I get to take AFTER I finish the Bio class. Like Genetics &amp;amp; Molecular Biology. That class is up next semester and I'm pretty excited for it. I know, I know. I'm a geek. It's one of the things that makes me charming. lol. Of course we've got a religion class thrown in. The school doesn't want me to forget my place in the world... but no worries. I'm sticking it to the man (school lol). I'll die before they get me into Prep for Eternal Marriage. I kid you not. This is a class that they offer/highly recommend. But it's this or Family Foundations. Choices, choices. Pretty sure I won't be able to decide until my final semester when I'm forced to choose. Maybe by then I'll have better options..? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I got out of a $100 Parking ticket today. That's right. I'm hot stuff :P&lt;br /&gt;P.P.s. Is anyone watching the Bachelor? Poor Ashley. She's gonna feel like a prize idiot when she watches the show back and sees what a doucher Bentley was and how she just went on and on &lt;em&gt;and on &lt;/em&gt;about how amazing he was, how he totally filled her heart with rainbows and unicorns... I almost feel sorry for her. But she's got hotties like JP to make up for it. Seriously. YUM. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-4500276721426071311?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4500276721426071311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2011/06/brainy-new-adjective-to-describe-moi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4500276721426071311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4500276721426071311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2011/06/brainy-new-adjective-to-describe-moi.html' title='Brainy... the new adjective to describe moi'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-1531017136634160080</id><published>2011-06-10T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:19:17.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm AliVe!!</title><content type='html'>Hehe. Yes it's true. I'm still here. I've just been busy people. Sheesh... cut me a little slack... and by a little I of course mean the past 6 months. lol. Holy smokes a lot has happened. Where to begin... the beginning? Sounds good to me! Clearly I'm in a weird mood. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So New Year's. SAN FRANCISCO!! I know. We all did the countdown and then I went and never reported back. Sorry to keep you hanging in such suspense for sooo long. But here it is... without pics cuz my aunt has my camera... I fell completely head-over-feet in L-O-V-E with this city. Like seriously. And it wasn't because of the bridge.. which was cool if you like bridges... I don't really understand the big deal, except it was red. lol. I love the people, the places we got to see, the different cultures. It was amazing. I've always loved cities just because you get the opportunity to be anonymous and do your thing without worrying what others think. It was heaven. Everyday we'd go explore a different part of the city. I did the touristy thing, like Pier 39, Fisherman's Wharf, and the bridge. But my favorite parts where walking the Embarcadero every day, trying new restaurants (I'm crazy about Indian food. YUM!), discovering some mural painted on an alley wall. It was so overwhelming. You really can't take it all in in one trip sooo... I went again :) In April. Katie was turning the big 30 so I flew out for her birthday and to spend some more time with the city I fell in love with. I was more comfortable doing my own thing this time. I knew the places that I loved, Yuerba Buena park being a favorite, and I would just walk and explore all day. It was perfect. I got to meet new people on my flights, in the park, at the beach. Richard and KD were always shocked that I made a new friend. They thought I was way too friendly with people. But KD is kinda paranoid that every person is out to get me... lol. It was nice that she worried I guess. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best two vacations ever. I never wanted to leave. But I still have things to finish up here in the Burg before I can move on. So I guess for now SF will just be my new go-to vacay spot. lol.... And quite possibly there might be another trip coming up end of July... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to less exciting things. Right after I got back from my first SF trip I headed down to Las Vegas a week later to help my great-grandma celebrate her 91st birthday! I always love these trips. The whole family goes down. We eat, play, sunbathe. It's always a good escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided this is going to be my year of travel. I think I'm doing pretty good so far. 2 trips to SF, possibly 3, 4 days in Vegas, a weekend in Park City with my mom and sisters for our birthdays, a weekend in Jackson Hole WY just to get away, 3 different trips down to Logan to see family and just recently I spent Memorial Weekend in Tooele, UT at the superbike races. That was a lot of fun. Me, Kendell, Ashley and Kelsey headed down on Sunday and spent the night with an old friend Tyler. Woke up Monday morning and hit the tracks, drove home that night. I love road trips, even if they're short ones. I've been invited to hit up Ireland in August. We'll see if I can come up with the money for it, but somehow I'm thinking I won't be making that trip. Which really bums me out because I'd love to see that place. But I'll get there eventually. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally hit the water for the first time of the season! It was so much fun. Me, Ash and Kendell spent most of the day getting the boat ready. Who knew you had to wash, buff, polish, wash again and then wax it just to put it in the water.... doesn't make much sense to me. By the end of all that work my arms felt like wet noodles! All that wax on, wax off stuff really gets ya. lol. And to top off all this hard work we ended up taking someone else's boat! Hopefully tomorrow is a decent day and we can take this baby out! I love being on the water. Not so much behind the boat as in it, but I'm working on that fear. lol. What else.... I'm going to be an aunt again!! Rach is popping out a boy right around Taytum's 2nd birthday. I'm so excited for the little man to get here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really think of anything else. Life is going good. I seem to be constantly busy. I'm loving my life right now. And I'm way excited that summer is finally starting to show up. Who knows what adventures this summer will give me. lol. So far we have two camping trips planned, a white water rafting trip, a car show in Tooele and Logan, and endless bonfires and spurlunking in caves... It's gonna be a good summer :) And if you made it this far, thanks caring about my life. lol. xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-1531017136634160080?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1531017136634160080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-alive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/1531017136634160080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/1531017136634160080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m AliVe!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-5794838504405038179</id><published>2010-12-27T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T09:32:05.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas this year was amazing. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed this holiday so much. This year has been one of the craziest, busiest, hardest, most rewarding years I've had in... probably ever. lol. I'm so excited for a new year and to see what challenges and adventures await!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on to the holiday. We did lunch with my G. Patti in Poky on the way down to logan on christmas eve. Rach, Ben and Taterbug met us down there and we ate at Mama Inez. It was pretty good. I had this cream cheese chicken burrito.. YUM! After hanging out with grandma we headed down to utah to the rest of the fam. We dropped off my dad and bean, picked up my aunt crissy and headed into town. We had some last minute shopping that needed to get done. Every year my family provides christmas for a family that can't afford it. This year we got to help out a family that we actually knew and it was amazing. After we dropped off the presents and food we had to circle around to get back home and as we drove past the house we were able to see everyone gathered around the table looking through the boxes with the kids going through the presents. It was an emotional sight. I think we all got a little choked up. This is my favorite tradition that my family does. Every year I look forward to it. It will definitely be one that I carry on with my family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we did that we had the christmas eve dinner. It was the usual turkey, ham (ick), green bean casserole (yummy).... basically all the food you eat at THanksgiving. I've already shared my opinion on THAT particular subject so moving on. lol. After dinner we did the secret santa and then went caroling at a family friend. I love my fam! We do the 12 days of christmas song every year. We even have poster signs to hold up when it comes to our day. lol. And the boys do 5 golden rings and it's hilarious! One year I'll have to record them so I can share it with everyone. lol. They really get into it. After that we opened up our pjs and played the christmas game. Everyone starts with a present, sits in a circle and GG reads us The Night Before Christmas. Every time she says the word 'the' we have to rotate the gift to our left. Then when the book is done the littlest go first. They either open the gift they have or exchange it for a different one. It's always funny to see who wants what. This year I got.... drum roll please.... a 5lb container of Dubble Bubble Gum. 380 pieces to be exact. lol. I've been fighting for this gift for three years and I finally got it! YAHOOO!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning my dad woke us up around 8 because he couldn't stand lying in bed any longer. lol. He's more of a kid than we are. This year was awesome. My mom got the Nook! I'm super jealous because her's is the new NookColor one that is a full touch screen. And my dad got a laptop since he's going back to school in January :) I got lots of goodies and beaner definitely got hooked up as well. I think she's probably most excited about her Michael Jackson dance thingy for the Wii. lol. That day consisted of watching movies, taking naps and eating leftovers. It was very relaxing. We packed up and headed home the next morning. All in all it was a fabulous holiday and this was a ridiculously long post. Hope you enjoyed! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Has anyone else being counting down the days? Because there are only three!! Excitement doesn't even come close to describing how I'm feeling :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-5794838504405038179?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5794838504405038179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5794838504405038179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5794838504405038179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-1211992332503021663</id><published>2010-12-13T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:31:15.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SaN FraNcisCo</title><content type='html'>I'M GOING TO SAN FRANCISCO FOR NEW YEARS!!! I am so freakin excited! Bought my plane tickets a couple weeks ago and have been lying awake every night thinking of all the fun things we are going to do and see. I have two friends out there, Katie and Richard. They both work on the blog that we have for reviews and interviews and such. They are pretty much two of the coolest people ever and I can't wait to finally meet them in person. We talk everyday, text all night and me and KD occasionally web chat. It's going to be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of us are currently suffering from lack-of-sleep-christmas-eve-type feelings. lol. Literally the first four or five nights I would lie awake for HOURS because my brain wouldn't shut off. I'd keep going over everything that I was going to experience and see and all the possibilities. It made me feel better when I called KD at 2:45 am and she was still awake too. lol. Her little boy was sick, but I like to tell myself it's because she is so excited as well. I'm pretty sure that there will be lots of screaming, laughing, hugging and crying (on KD's end. lol) when we see each other at the airport. It's going to be quite the spectacle. I CAN"T WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the touristy things go, the only thing I really want to do is tour Alcatraz. I love touring old prisons. Of course we'll spend a day at Pier 39 and Fisherman's Wharf but other than that I have no definite plans. So if anybody has any suggestions of things that are a must see, feel free to leave a comment. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550297674566814434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TQaeVAo7SuI/AAAAAAAAARY/AsXx0kDQfbU/s400/sanfrancisco3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The next 17 days can't go by fast enough! YAYAYAYAYAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-1211992332503021663?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1211992332503021663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/12/san-francisco.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/1211992332503021663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/1211992332503021663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/12/san-francisco.html' title='SaN FraNcisCo'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TQaeVAo7SuI/AAAAAAAAARY/AsXx0kDQfbU/s72-c/sanfrancisco3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-8736200006799236015</id><published>2010-12-02T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:55:20.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is in the air</title><content type='html'>So as many of you know (maybe?) I am not a huge Christmas fan. I love the reason for the season (obviously) but I don't like the music, the traffic or the decorating. I appreciate the decorations, I just don't like having to put them up and then take them back down a month later. Maybe because in my family decorating for Christmas was this grueling, hours long process in which everyone became frustrated at one point or another. However, now that I'm on my own I felt my townhouse needed a little christmas cheer. Or rather my roommates did. Lol. They are christmas fanatics! A week after Halloween the tree went up. Stockings were hung on the wall, snowflake lights were wrapped around the kitchen window, my christmas wreath was adorning the dining room wall and little christmas-y trinkets were scattered about. Deep breath in and out. lol. I don't mind the decorations, really, but that was a little too early for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did it the right way with Kelsey, Kyleur and Cameron. The four of us are together pretty much all the time. Kels has her own home and she, of course, needed a tree. So we rallied up the boys and borrowed a tree from Mama Horman, along with all the decorations we would need. It was actually a lot of fun. And the tree turned out beautiful! After the lights went up we realized that we didn't have any hooks for the ornaments! So off to WallyWorld we go. lol. We made a pit stop at Maverick for some hot cocoa and then headed to finish the tree. The end result was awesome :) After that we watched a chick flick and chatted until 3 am. It was a perfect evening. And the boys learned how to decorate a tree!.... kinda. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, about 2 weeks ago me and my fam did a craft day where we made christmas wreaths. Here are some pics, along with pics from Kelsey's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546174426098310242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TPf4QXHyHGI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FxW5a_LcV_M/s400/77170_10150096092725821_630905820_7848074_3177095_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craft DAy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546174517754015858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TPf4VskNMHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qnsbJlIk71g/s400/156349_10150096092610821_630905820_7848071_8284453_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beautiful wreaths. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546174615381621874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TPf4bYQcPHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KDYwqZSuJQo/s400/1291178691054__ec6649535c84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cam being silly for the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546174959634088514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TPf4vasoAkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/E2d23FO0pJ8/s400/1291182823341__429b853946d6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The four musketeers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546175092218090178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TPf43InHUsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/DJsoN2Fl6Sw/s400/1291231948000__eb70351e753a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggin our Christmas Tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546175219105973954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TPf4-hTixsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Ba54cS20cxc/s400/1291231956000__ca1a49a2fe00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546175323944856178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TPf5En3FKnI/AAAAAAAAARA/1XAdXfTpqu0/s400/148864_10150096091920821_630905820_7848052_4413263_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And I couldn't resist putting in this cute pic of my favorite little snow bunny :)&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/5942464584544606960-8736200006799236015?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8736200006799236015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8736200006799236015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8736200006799236015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-is-in-air.html' title='Christmas is in the air'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TPf4QXHyHGI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FxW5a_LcV_M/s72-c/77170_10150096092725821_630905820_7848074_3177095_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-7580567292902471318</id><published>2010-11-08T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:49:04.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Happenings of my Life :)</title><content type='html'>Alrighty. Random seems to be my life lately. Nothing huge or notable has happened but lots of fun little things have. This isn't really fun but I have just started a book written by none other than Hilary Duff. Yeah, the girl who played Lizzie Maguire and had a few albums come out. The one and only Disney star. Who woulda thunk she could ever write? I'll let you know if it's any good. I feel like if it sucks then she was the author of it, but if it is pretty decent then someone else wrote it and she paid lots of money to have her name put on the cover. lol. Jaded much? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... what else? Halloween this year kinda fell flat for me. The idea of Halloween being on a Sunday was good because then everyone can party all weekend and have an excuse for it. But I'm not sure that the execution of it was so great. Dressed up on Friday and did a party with some friends. Then we all went back to my place and watched a movie. Saturday I didn't have the energy to dress up again so we decided to scratch The Howl and just hung out in the burg. Played with friends, went spotlighting.. the usual Saturday night shenanigans. So it didn't feel like anything special. And of course living in Mormonville there was absolutely nothing to do on Sunday, even if it is one of the biggest holidays of the year. So yeah... Halloween just wasn't as grand as I thought it was gonna be. Not that I didn't have fun, because I did, it just wasn't as WOW as I thought it should have been. Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning to SNOW! It was just a sprinkling at first but it has been snowing non-stop all day and has now accumulated about 2 inches. And it doesn't look like it's stopping anytime soon... which means... drumroll please..... Demolition Derby of the Burg '10 has officially started! I swear they need to have people pass a separate driving test to be allowed to drive in snow. The students up here are dipsh*ts who have no idea how to handle the roads if they have any sort of precipitation. They either drive slower than a slug or are completely reckless and take out three cars while making a right hand turn. It brings out my violent side having to be on the road with these people. We'll see how this winter turns out. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... I think that's all. So now on to the pictures! They are of course random (duh. lol) but what's a post without pics right? Don't worry, I'll narrate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537327116136427986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TNiJrJJzMdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1xT7dhycVKA/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253A%253A2%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D33%253B4%253B98746335nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and my little man taking a nap on a rainy day. How cute is he?! Love him :) I think he loves me too. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537327553371633586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TNiKEl-y97I/AAAAAAAAAPw/vxYD5pjZCGM/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253A%253B5%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D33%253B4%253B96599335nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's my new favorite pic of my beautiful niece! I love this girl to pieces. I don't think there is one member of our family who isn't wrapped around her finger. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have pics of the snow but we've all seen snow so I'll pass on those. So I guess that all folks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-7580567292902471318?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7580567292902471318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-happenings-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/7580567292902471318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/7580567292902471318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-happenings-of-my-life.html' title='Random Happenings of my Life :)'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TNiJrJJzMdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1xT7dhycVKA/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp%253A%253A2%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D33%253B4%253B98746335nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-3321887945419813646</id><published>2010-10-21T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:13:16.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afton, Wyoming</title><content type='html'>Went to Afton over the past weekend. It's really pretty there. It's only about 30 minutes past palisades. Most people think that Wyoming is full of sagebrush but I didn't see any where we were. lol. My friend Katie is from there and invited us home for the weekend. She went down a day earlier than me and Kacy... or that was the plan. But she ended up "needing" us a little early so Thursday night at around 11 me and Kacy loaded up the car and took off! Let me tell you.. we had the BIGGEST sugar high when we finally got there. I'm talking a bag of iced oatmeal cookies, bag of jerky, a box of little debbie zebra cakes, two apples and some milk. We went a little overboard but we didn't want to chance falling asleep. Or this is the excuse we gave ourselves. lol. When Katie pulled into the Maverick, which is the ONLY place open after 8 even on weekends (I'm not kidding), Kace and I were laughing so hard people were looking at us like we were drunk. And then the inevitable happened. Our sugar high crashed around 2 am and we passed out. lol. But it was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday we went hiking! It was my kind of hike. A leisurely stroll through some pretty trees with a creek running next to it. We hiked up to this intermittent spring. It stops and goes every 15 minutes, kinda like Old Faithful. It was steep hiking up the waterfall part but totally worth it! The moss on the rocks was almost neon green and the water tasted just like melted snow! Which it probably was... lol. We passed under a glacier to get to the top which freaked Katie out, but not nearly as bad as walking across it to get back down. lol. That night we just chilled and watched Jackass 2.5. I love Jackass. It makes me laugh so hard! We are going to see Jackass 3D sometime in the next week! I can't wait for that! lol. Okay I got sidetracked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we woke up early (10 lol) to go to the local animal shelter and snuggle all the homeless creatures. This is not something that I like to do because then I feel awful when I can't take any of them home. But oh well. There was a kitten there who was crazy! I loved her instantly but couldn't convince anyone to take her home... :( Later that day me and Kacy explored the town while Katie did homework. This town has about 1800 people so it's not huge. We found a super cute second hand bookstore where we spent about an hour looking through everything. I was in heaven. I could have spent all day there! Then we hit up a local mexican joint. I noticed that in super small towns everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE, stares at new people. I can't count how many people stared at us as we walked the street. lol. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we went to a farewell and then headed home. Me and Kace took our time and stopped for some pics and square ice cream! You can't go through Swan Valley and not get square ice cream! It blew Kacy away that it was actually square. lol. So here is the picture overload. Enjoy! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530606104514944770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TMCo8xw4XwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Hp4ZskdjEhw/s320/33694_450414357862_676032862_5167744_6788793_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for the spring to come back on&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530606256758836130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TMCpFo6py6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/wzJ6ydkE5TI/s320/37153_450412402862_676032862_5167704_6579019_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Embracing nature?? Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530606507097823394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TMCpUNgHmKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gRz8FBrQ5Hk/s320/37183_450414747862_676032862_5167761_1767564_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Me and Katie at the spring&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530606666551811490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TMCpdfg6XaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/K865v-gTje0/s320/68803_450413102862_676032862_5167723_1528514_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kacy is a picture nazi and made us all take portraits with the pretty rocks. lol&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530606855687790994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TMCpogGcYZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/5n7s2pruWBs/s320/69391_450412977862_676032862_5167717_6743276_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drinking from the spring :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530607501719633362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TMCqOGwb_dI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Fvdx6iYC6R0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hiking under the glacier!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530608029872313058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TMCqs2R2UuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/58LfrsrOgLM/s320/69468_450414997862_676032862_5167771_2765176_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Exploring the big town of Afton! Kacy looks like an alien! lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530608298084742274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TMCq8dcrNII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cG1IvemBdUI/s320/72554_450582187862_676032862_5170547_5168183_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Four wheeler ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530608754310962450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TMCrXBBe3RI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mvT69w-2wa8/s320/three+girls.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530608967881045202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TMCrjcojtNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5MBjO1NYDx8/s320/69480_450584257862_676032862_5170591_167872_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Headed Home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-3321887945419813646?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3321887945419813646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/10/afton-wyoming.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3321887945419813646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3321887945419813646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/10/afton-wyoming.html' title='Afton, Wyoming'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TMCo8xw4XwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Hp4ZskdjEhw/s72-c/33694_450414357862_676032862_5167744_6788793_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-6646020609035707915</id><published>2010-10-14T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:49:36.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random is my Middle name</title><content type='html'>So this is just bits and pieces of all the thoughts floating around in my head. lol. My life is crazy busy these days and I'm LOVING it! Working two jobs, school and socializing are taking up all my time, the socializing more so than the other stuff (hehe). My other blog is rockin and we are booked for the rest of the year with interviews! It's crazy how fast everything is happening with that blog! Me and my blog sister started it up in April (May? not sure. lol) and it started out as just a place for us to write reviews and share our opinion on books and movies. And now we work with authors and their publicists to do reviews of the books before they even hit the shelves! It's so much fun, but a lot of hard work. It's almost like working another full time job but it's definitely worth it, :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went grocery shopping last night. I'm not sure why everyone hates it. Maybe they just hate having to take their kids with them? IDK. I love it. I get excited thinking about all the fun meals I get to make and what I could add to make it even better! lol. I'm weird like that. lol. My sis, Rach, she hates grocery shopping. Puts it off until she literally has nothing left in her fridge. Next time she should just go with me. I'll make it fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to B&amp;N last night, love that store :) I sat and read for a couple of hours, drank my coffee (I'm a sinner like that :P )and just watched people. It's one of my favorite things to do. And apparently my mexican heritage is peeking through. I got stopped by a little mexican man on my way to the cafe and he asked if I speak spanish. I felt bad saying no. Maybe I should learn it? My dad has the Rosetta Stone tapes, maybs I should borrow them. Food for thought I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took pics of my new place. But it was with my phone camera and the pics aren't bright and cute like they should be so I'll work on getting new ones. But don't hold your breath for them. It takes me awhile to get anything done. lol. Just ask Rach. It drives her crazy. I simply look at it as the hippie approach. Everything happens in good time. lol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... what else? Oh yeah! Calaigh got married two weeks ago. I was a bridesmaid. And I've decided that I'm going to elope. Yep. It seems like the safer/saner approach. lol. It was fun, but we literally ran around like chickens with our heads cut off. I don't know who was happier that the wedding day had finally arrived, me or the bride! lol. Calaigh was awesome about it though. She wasn't the bridezilla, it was her mom. I love Sharon but I could have killed her and her brothers would have been next. It reaffirmed my desire to not have kids. lol. Okay maybe one day... ten years down the road... when I can afford a nanny.... haha. That's something else that's funny about going to school up here. People ask how many kids I want, not if I want them, and all I can say is I love my niece. lol. They look at me like they are waiting for me to actually answer the question but I find that when I do answer and say I don't really want them, people give me funny looks. Like maybe I'm possessed by satan or something pleasant like that. lol&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a weird mood today. Forgive my ramblings. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Star Valley Wyoming tomorrow. I'm not sure what's there but I'm told that it's a lot of fun. lol. I guess we'll see what adventures arise and base my opinion on that. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's all for now. This was random in every definition of the word but oh well. That's how it goes some days. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-6646020609035707915?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6646020609035707915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-is-my-middle-name.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6646020609035707915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6646020609035707915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-is-my-middle-name.html' title='Random is my Middle name'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-7239109279367873277</id><published>2010-09-10T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T14:04:51.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Moved!</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY moved out of my parents house! Living there was great. Free rent, free food, pretty much free everything. But I hated driving to Rexburg everyday. Hated having to drive home at night when we were done playing, basically it was the driving that drove me crazy. Lol. Even though my parents were way cool about no curfews, not buggin me about where I'm going, who with, when I'll be home type stuff it's still their house and way different from being out on your own. My little sister decided she was ready to move out, found some friends and got an apartment. That was kinda a boot to my rear end to do the same thing. At first I wanted to get my own place, a one bedroom for me and my kitty. But the prices around here were crazy! And finding a place that would let me have a pet was insane. So in the end I found a place that has two roommates and doesn't let you have pets. It's not my favorite scenario but I love my townhouse. I love my roommates. And while I'm super sad that my kitty has to stay at my parents house I know he is getting lots of love from my madre. And I go home and see him at least twice a week. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first moved in i knew me and my roommates would get along fantastically because I found this on the fridge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Things I Hate About Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the tv remote because they refuse to walk to the tv and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too".?Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where &lt;br /&gt;are they? Gonna Kick their asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When people say "life is short". What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, dumbass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls are awesome! They both have crazy/funny personalities and I can't wait to get to know them better! We have already planned road trips and crazy activities and it's only been four days! lol. I'll get some pics up of my new place. It is bomb-diggity. I get the master bedroom which rocks! I have two closets! I don't have enough stuff to fill both, but it's a goal of mine to do so. Lol. I'm excited to be in a new ward and meet new people. The girls say this ward is a ton of fun. And since it's a singles ward instead of a student ward I'm thinkin it might have older guys.. not too shabby. lol. Not that church is about the guys and socializing... lol. &lt;br /&gt;And school has officially started! That's about all I have to say about it. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-7239109279367873277?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7239109279367873277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-moved.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/7239109279367873277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/7239109279367873277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-moved.html' title='I Moved!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-4257498233145350715</id><published>2010-08-09T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T15:35:34.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Deke!</title><content type='html'>It was his birthday yesterday. My little man is 2! And before we start on all the things I love about him let's just get this out of everyone's system who doesn't understand aka Rach. Yes I'm obsessed with my cat, it's just a cat get over him- never gonna happen, why do you like cats so much- way more personality than a dog... blah blah blah. All done? Good! Now we can talk about my handsome guy :)&lt;br /&gt;I know I say this alot but I seriously love him! I'm totally wrapped around his fuzzy paw. He just looks at me and I melt. I give in to whatever he wants. Just this morning I shared my slimfast with him because he wanted it. Who gives their cat slimfast? I hope it's not bad for him... lol. I just can't get enough of him. He follows me everywhere when I'm outside. I have to say he's not a huge fan of the hammock. He can't figure out why his feet fall through certain places. lol. He snuggles with me when he wants a nap and he's not afraid to give me attitude if he doesn't like what I'm doing aka snuggling him when he's trying to sleep. hehe. I can't believe it's been two years! It's gone by so fast but at the same time it feels like forever. All you married people have your babies and I have my cat. I think it's perfect. Just the way it should be :) Some pics of him when we first got him, at one year and at two. I just don't see how anyone could say no to this face! :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TGCAooAn4HI/AAAAAAAAAM0/lHEp_U0JqDM/s1600/DSC02057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TGCAooAn4HI/AAAAAAAAAM0/lHEp_U0JqDM/s400/DSC02057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503540180069900402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TGCAudSIboI/AAAAAAAAAM8/I4h10o2i6jg/s1600/DSC02106.JPG"&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/_uusOU_uykZo/TGCAudSIboI/AAAAAAAAAM8/I4h10o2i6jg/s400/DSC02106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503540280269762178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TGCCm66eGqI/AAAAAAAAANE/J8V17JRJ8Ms/s1600/232323232%257Ffp939%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253B684885%253B335nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TGCCm66eGqI/AAAAAAAAANE/J8V17JRJ8Ms/s400/232323232%257Ffp939%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253B684885%253B335nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503542349807884962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Bubba!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-4257498233145350715?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4257498233145350715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-deke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4257498233145350715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4257498233145350715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-deke.html' title='Happy Birthday Deke!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TGCAooAn4HI/AAAAAAAAAM0/lHEp_U0JqDM/s72-c/DSC02057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-137047099706303087</id><published>2010-08-04T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T15:53:23.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #51 Why Calaigh is my BestEST FRienD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TFmw_skZWTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZkvEqAFRftw/s1600/calaigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TFmw_skZWTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZkvEqAFRftw/s400/calaigh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501623028151834930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got this in a text from her last night while finishing up work. MAde me laugh out loud. It's a perfect description of me, her, Ann and Chris. LOVE IT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;P.s. For everyone who doesn't know why this picture is funny they are doing the YMCA. Blasphemous and still so funny :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-137047099706303087?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/137047099706303087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/08/reason-51-why-calaigh-is-my-bestest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/137047099706303087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/137047099706303087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/08/reason-51-why-calaigh-is-my-bestest.html' title='Reason #51 Why Calaigh is my BestEST FRienD'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TFmw_skZWTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZkvEqAFRftw/s72-c/calaigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-3261491195131706025</id><published>2010-07-30T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:01:52.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Trip + Utah with the Besties :)</title><content type='html'>So as promised this is the post to catch you up on the all girls camping trip. It was fun. Definitely an adventure. lol. We went to a hot springs so it wasn't really 'roughing it'. I'm not sure we could have handled roughing it. lol. And before you get too amazed that we went all alone I have to confess that my dad and uncle drove the campers (yep we were camping hardcore hahahaha) up for us, since I have no idea how to reverse one of those things. But after that we were on our own. Rach's hubby Ben was pretty worried about us. "How are you guys going to hook up the propane?" "How are you guys going to start a fire?" "How are you guys going to cook food?" Just a few of his questions. But fear not, although we don't know how to park a camper, we are fully capable of setting it up. I'll admit that we had trouble the first night cooking, but it really wasn't our faults! My uncle steve cross threaded the propane line so when you turned it on it just hissed and let out the propane instead of sending it into the cooker. We couldn't figure out what was going on so we had to ask our neighbor. He was really nice about it, although he did laugh when he discovered it was all girls camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wish I could say that was the only mishap that occurred, but alas it wasn't. I was in charge of bringing up firewood since everyone else had forgotten it and I came up later. But it didn't occur to me that the wood had to be CHOPPED... lol. Good thing my aunt cristal had an ax... although no one really knew how to use it. My little cousin McKenzie said she did, but I think it was more luck when she finally cracked one. Beaner tried to give it a go and I about peed my pants laughing. We got it on video. hahaha. Somehow she hit the log and launched it at herself while still swinging the ax around. She's lucky she didn't cut her leg off. lol. AFter that we just threw the logs on the fire whole.. and it worked... after lots of bug spray and paper plates were thrown in. lol. After that first night it was pretty smooth sailing. :) My best friend from high school, Lacy, came up with her little man Kael and went swimming with us. It was so good to see her again! I haven't seen her since Christmas. We had a lot to catch up on :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I love hot water probably more than the next person (lol) but it just wasn't doing it for me on this trip. It was around 90 degrees out so I'd jump in the water to cool down. Only problem was that the water was the same temp! I could have done with cooler water but oh well. It was still a lot of fun and I got me an awesome tan! Yay for skin cancer! lol. My grandma came up the last day and went swimming with us. That was probably the funnest day. We did all kinds of competitions, most of them having to do with the bottom of the pool. lol. My grandma was showing off when she did the splits down there... lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I headed off to SLC to see my besties and help Calaigh with wedding plans! It was so much fun! Saturday was pretty low key with reading at B&amp;N, dinner at a super yummy sandwich shop and a party with our friend Ann. I love meeting new people and I seem to do it everytime I'm down there! It's awesome! lol. Sunday my friend from Alaska, Parker, had his mission farewell so I drove out to Tooele to hear him talk. I was late... of course. lol. But Booner rescued me in the lobby and had saved me a seat. Then it was back to the city to do brunch with Calaigh, Ann and our good friend Chris. Love this kid! He wasn't quite awake when we sat down but he came around since we were all laughing so much. :) Seriously love these people! I wish I lived there... I guess it'll just have to be my second home for now :)Then I went back out to Tooele to hang with Parker and Sydney. It was good catching up on everything. I haven't seen these guys since last summer! Then I swung by the cemetery to make a special stop and then it was back to the city! Whoa.. lots of driving that day. lol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we accomplished ALOT! Me and Calaigh met with the invitation people and designed her announcements, they look awesome! Then it was off to Bed, Bath and Beyond to register. We were there for around 2.5 hours. It was kinda ridiculous. My ankles were slightly swollen. lol. But they gave us two guns! hahaha. She registered for all sorts of good stuff and then some goofy fun stuff as well. I think when we turned our guns in there was over 450 items scanned. hahahaha. We went out to the Fashion Place mall to get her ring cleaned and to pick up a present from Vicky's for her soon to be sis-in-law who is getting married a month before her. The bridal shower was that night and then I headed home.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a super fun/eventful loooonnnggg weekend. I loved it. It was much needed! Hope everyone else had an awesome Pioneer weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TFMuSb_lY4I/AAAAAAAAALs/iKIO-5g8EPE/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253A8%253A%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D338292%253B758335nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TFMuSb_lY4I/AAAAAAAAALs/iKIO-5g8EPE/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253A8%253A%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D338292%253B758335nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499790464236479362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging out/ trying to take a nap on sunday... Didn't really work out. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TFMubOUi1rI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6Gp4yR-qDwA/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253A94%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D338292%253A%253A49335nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TFMubOUi1rI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6Gp4yR-qDwA/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253A94%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D338292%253A%253A49335nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499790615185118898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomb diggity massage chair we found in brookstone. Pretty cool place. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-3261491195131706025?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3261491195131706025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-trip-utah-with-besties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3261491195131706025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3261491195131706025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-trip-utah-with-besties.html' title='Girls Trip + Utah with the Besties :)'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TFMuSb_lY4I/AAAAAAAAALs/iKIO-5g8EPE/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp%253A8%253A%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D338292%253B758335nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-5856424974941254235</id><published>2010-07-27T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:27:23.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my kitty kat :)</title><content type='html'>So last week we did a girls camping trip... that's a post for another time. lol. Anyways it's a wednesday and I have to work in the morning and then I'm supposed to head up to Downata Hot Springs when I get off. My mom forgot about half the camping items so I have to swing by my house to pick stuff up. I get inside the house, head upstairs to grab a few more items and I walk into my room. I see my bed. It's totally calling to me. I lay down thinking I'll just rest for a few minutes. I close my eyes. And then Deke crawls out from under the bed, jumps up and starts snuggling with me. This lasted for maybe two minutes before he completely passed out. I'm talking snoring and twitching. It was pretty dang cute. So I took a little cat nap (hehe) with him. It was pretty bomb. Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TE9Afl_WzCI/AAAAAAAAALU/jNc2ESU_ES8/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253A8%253B%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D337%253B%253C55%253A56335nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TE9Afl_WzCI/AAAAAAAAALU/jNc2ESU_ES8/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253A8%253B%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D337%253B%253C55%253A56335nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498684581560634402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore the yucky sleepy face I have and focus on the cutie pie furball :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TE9AtWgabzI/AAAAAAAAALc/M559rMTPekc/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253A82%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D337%253B%253C55697335nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TE9AtWgabzI/AAAAAAAAALc/M559rMTPekc/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253A82%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D337%253B%253C55697335nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498684817922486066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up and switched positions when he heard me taking pics. He's not a huge fan of the camera. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TE9BCaJ_uMI/AAAAAAAAALk/jUakAJJ9VvQ/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63399%253Enu%253D32%253A8%253E994%253E677%253E2399994768257ot1lsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TE9BCaJ_uMI/AAAAAAAAALk/jUakAJJ9VvQ/s400/232323232%257Ffp63399%253Enu%253D32%253A8%253E994%253E677%253E2399994768257ot1lsi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498685179679455426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this kitty! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-5856424974941254235?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5856424974941254235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-and-my-kitty-kat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5856424974941254235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5856424974941254235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-and-my-kitty-kat.html' title='Me and my kitty kat :)'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TE9Afl_WzCI/AAAAAAAAALU/jNc2ESU_ES8/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp%253A8%253B%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D337%253B%253C55%253A56335nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-177587177918154245</id><published>2010-07-12T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:32:20.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathrooms...</title><content type='html'>Totally random post, like most of them are, but I felt I had to share. I LOVE the way the bathroom smells at my work. Does that make me crazy? I seriously wish my whole house smelled this way. Yum! It's like a cucumber melony type smell. SO good! I've searched the whole thing and can't find where this wonderful smell is coming from.. Guess I'll have to search harder. Just thought you should know. LoL :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-177587177918154245?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/177587177918154245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/07/bathrooms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/177587177918154245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/177587177918154245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/07/bathrooms.html' title='Bathrooms...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-6629681167176891971</id><published>2010-07-09T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:48:28.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>Not a very original title but it sums it up. lol. So our 4th of july was very eventful. Thursday night me, Rach, Bean and Taytum drove down to logan to see my grandparents and to see the Cruise-In. It's this big car show and parade where people get to show off old cars they've restored or new ones that they love. Pretty much anyone can be in the parade. We didn't stay for the parade this year since they had it on saturday and we had places to be, people to see, things to do in Idaho. lol. Anywhoo, driving to Logan was.... stressful. Taytum had gotten shots that week and I guess she was reacting to them or something because she cried almost the entire drive. I love this little girl but I was at my patience's end. So I switched with Rach and drove while she sat in back with her baby. She's such a good mommy :) Once we got there it was time for bed. Needless to say, it was a rough night for mom and Tater. Next day we sleep in, get ready and head out to lunch with the family. Our fam loves food. I love it! :) We ate at Cafe Sabor, it's a mexican restaurant in an old train station. Mmmmm. We head back to the house and just as Rach and I are falling asleep for a much needed nap my aunt, uncle and kids arrive for the BBQ. I was determined to keep sleeping, but Rach didn't want to socialize alone... lol.&lt;br /&gt;We ate some yummy hot dogs, mixed fruit and chips and then packed up the car to head home. Unfortunately we only made it to Preston. That's about 30 minutes from Logan. Rachael's AC kept going hot and cold and then her check engine light came on and then her engine temp went HOT. So we turned around and headed back to Logan with no AC in 90+ weather. Not fun. Especially since we could only go about 25 MPH, only make it about 1/2 a mile and then have to pull over for the engine to cool back down. It took us 2 hours to make the 20 mile drive. And not once did anyone stop to help us! Okay that's a lie. Some guy stopped when we had been on the road for 1h 45m. And he only stopped because of our license plates. He used to live in Rexburg or something. Three girls and a baby pulled off the road staring under the hood with confused expressions, since none of us know anything about anything when it comes to cars, and no one offered help. Ridiculous. We all vowed to take an automotive class this fall. :) We'll see if it actually happens. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we made it home the next day to see our dad in the parade. Him and his Pipes and Drums band were in it. Then it was off to Smitty's for the best pancakes in the world! Seriously so good :) Then it was swimming with friends and a BBQ before heading to IF for the fireworks. We walked the green belt, bought cotton candy and kettle corn and settled in for an awesome show! Seriously the best fireworks I have seen. Way better than Logan's the night before. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TDd8y5rgMlI/AAAAAAAAALE/mBSZSY-1sCY/s1600/Untitled_0_02_31-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TDd8y5rgMlI/AAAAAAAAALE/mBSZSY-1sCY/s400/Untitled_0_02_31-13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491995484520198738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TDd88QScNoI/AAAAAAAAALM/w3kgThrKYD4/s1600/Untitled_0_02_24-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TDd88QScNoI/AAAAAAAAALM/w3kgThrKYD4/s400/Untitled_0_02_24-05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491995645207918210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was an eventful day. And not a good one. I went to work and lasted until about 3. Why you ask? Because I thought I was having a heart attack. Okay not really. I know the odds of a 23 y.o. is pretty slim, but I don't know how else to describe it. Sunday night I started having chest pains and Rach was determined it was either heartburn or anxiety. I knew it wasn't heartburn and I couldn't think of anything I should be anxious about. Sunday night was rough. I would get sharp pains whenever I would roll over or change positions in bed. But I didn't want to be a baby so I went to work. Bad move on my part. I went home, told my mom and we went to the doc. I was poked, prodded, xrayed, EKGed and the end result was a discovery of an infection in my chest wall... Say what? Didn't know that was possible but apparently it is. So I got a nice big shot in my hip to jump start antibiotics and sent home with pain meds, antibiotics and instructions to rest. And total bonus! Ready for this? My mono has come back! yay! They ran some panel test and you have to score below 18 to be considered mono-free and healthy. I was at a whopping 328. Yes! So excited for that news! Ha! My doc said medically speaking you aren't supposed to be able to get mono twice. Well. Apparently the medical books are wrong, cuz I did. I'm just cool like that. lol. Anywhoo I'm feeling better chest wise, but still dog tired. But I'll get over that too. Hope everyone had a fabulous weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I'm going to be a bridesmaid!!! In Calaigh's wedding! YIPPY! So excited! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-6629681167176891971?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6629681167176891971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6629681167176891971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6629681167176891971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TDd8y5rgMlI/AAAAAAAAALE/mBSZSY-1sCY/s72-c/Untitled_0_02_31-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-4285825325298457888</id><published>2010-06-14T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:39:38.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Smokes!~  It's been ForEver!</title><content type='html'>Another month has come and gone! I can't believe it! Where has all the time gone? I feel like my birthday just happened! lol. So here's recap on the last month. &lt;br /&gt;Memorial weekend was so much fun! First camping trip of the year and I can't wait for the rest of them! It was so much fun seeing family that I haven't seen in forever! And of course it being Idaho and all, it snowed and/or rained everyday we were there. Which was okay with me! lol. Spent a lot of time inside the campers playing games, eating junk food and having dance parties! Can I just say how much I LOVE camping food? Breakfasts are full of french toast and garbage eggs and pancakes and hash browns and fruit.. so good! Lunches are normal. Sandwiches and such.. nothing to brag about there. lol. But dinner! Oh My. YUMMY! Dutch oven potatoes and BBQ chicken. Scones, soups, burgers, hot dogs... I could eat this stuff all the time! But then it wouldn't taste as good so I guess I can wait. Here's a pic of the snow&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TBapxNQKfhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YLKCE4cXUAU/s1600/32525_1482739474236_1406311338_1335691_6349681_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TBapxNQKfhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YLKCE4cXUAU/s400/32525_1482739474236_1406311338_1335691_6349681_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482756259206299154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my sweet baby niece Taytum! Love this baby girl soooo much! :) Makes me want one of my own... Kinda. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TBaqCXopYVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/52sJ887tqi4/s1600/32525_1482739154228_1406311338_1335686_1685947_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TBaqCXopYVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/52sJ887tqi4/s400/32525_1482739154228_1406311338_1335686_1685947_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482756554051117394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one nice sunshiney day we wanted to ride bikes. My mother apparently has forgotten the art of bike riding and Bean tried to give her a "pump". Do you remember those? ahahahaha. Why do we call them "pumps"? So funny trying to watch her balance on that seat! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TBaq5DGLDgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cdBXxugoNPs/s1600/32525_1482738674216_1406311338_1335682_3309304_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TBaq5DGLDgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cdBXxugoNPs/s400/32525_1482738674216_1406311338_1335682_3309304_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482757493430619650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On memorial day I went hiking with two of my girlfriends up to Mesa Falls. It was so much fun! We goofed off way more than we probably should have but that's what we do. lol. On the drive up there I saw an abandoned train tunnel and I talked them into exploring it with me when we were finished with the falls. Sarah is scared of heights so she stayed at the bottom of the tunnel, but Allison and me climbed up the rocks to sit on top of it. It was crazy fun! lol. Of course when we got down we noticed that the beam we had to balance on to cross the tunnel was rotting through so it's a good thing we noticed that After the fact. Otherwise they might have talked some sense into me. Driving home I saw a sign for Cave Falls (I think I was looking for an adventure.) Allison turned around and we started down the road. It said it was only 19 miles.. About 40 minutes later on a muddy dirt road Allison called it quits. Me and Sarah begged for her to keep driving but she didn't think her car would make it up the hill. We looked up the falls when we got home. It would have been awesome!... If we had been traveling on the right road! Guess we missed our turn off somewhere... Who knew you had to drive through a golf course to get there! I bet a man came up with those directions. lol. That next weekend we were still in the mood for caves. So we took a big group up to the civil defense caves. And after three trips down the wrong roads we made it! So much fun! We took glow sticks and played hide and seek! And Maybe we had a dance party... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TBavi1gdGII/AAAAAAAAAK8/y2zZ-3nfyhg/s1600/32267_1309328780742_1456260130_30702046_4795429_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TBavi1gdGII/AAAAAAAAAK8/y2zZ-3nfyhg/s400/32267_1309328780742_1456260130_30702046_4795429_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482762609383774338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished up school for the summer! yaya! So excited not to have homework or classes that I feel guilty about skipping (hehe). To celebrate I went to Las Vegas for a week with my madre! We had so much fun! Stayed with my cousin Jessica who rocks for letting us stay at her house and eat her food. I slept in, ate lots of Eggos (been craving those for some odd reason lol)and lounged by the pool. Of course I had to share the pool with her five children and it was fun, but slightly disturbing. The two youngest had this thing about taking their clothes off and swimming naked. Vandi (who's four) wasn't too bad. But Cash (who just turned 3) had to take his diaper off to get in the pool. Made me feel like we should use more chlorine in the pool! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TBarvwf6y-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/wt-lZoLovmg/s1600/232323232%257Ffp9%253A8%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D3368357869335nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TBarvwf6y-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/wt-lZoLovmg/s400/232323232%257Ffp9%253A8%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D3368357869335nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482758433331137506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited my great grandma and my great aunt Kay and her daughter Shannon (who's so funny! Love this lady!). Dinner at REd Lobster is always called for when we get these ladies together. lol. Did a lot of shopping and eating out. Wish we had even 1/4 the number of restaurants they have down there! Me and my mom went country dancing Thursday night. Love line dancing! I can't seem to remember any of the steps at the moment, but when the music comes on it all comes back to me. Crazy how that works. lol. Friday I went dancing (noticing a theme yet? haha) with my friend Rylee. We met some people who turned out to be a lot of fun and we all went out for breakfast! Gotta love IHOP for being open 24 hours. lol. We got home just as the sun came up. :) Of course I started to regret that decision when I got woken up at 11 to go shopping for a wedding dress. I thought it could have waited until after 2 but oh well. It was a lot of fun. Some super pretty dresses and some not so pretty ones. Rylee was ready to buy a dress she found... we talked her out of it since she's currently single. hahaha. That night RY and I drove up to St. George for dinner and a party with the same people we had met the night before. Not as fun as the previous night, but still good to get out and laugh. Rylee and Al had a rap off. I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe! A pretty common occurence for me, but still! So funny! We got home around 5 am. And then I woke up two hours later to drive home. Not fun. But the week and all it's crazy events were totally worth it! &lt;br /&gt;I think that's pretty much all that's happened so far. I'll keep you posted on any other exciting happenings of the summer... Think All Girls Camping Trip. It's gonna be gooooooood! hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-4285825325298457888?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4285825325298457888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/06/holy-smokes-its-been-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4285825325298457888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4285825325298457888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/06/holy-smokes-its-been-forever.html' title='Holy Smokes!~  It&apos;s been ForEver!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/TBapxNQKfhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YLKCE4cXUAU/s72-c/32525_1482739474236_1406311338_1335691_6349681_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-5545868188681882081</id><published>2010-05-14T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T12:53:00.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year older and Wiser too?</title><content type='html'>Yep it that's day of the year again. My birthday. I can't believe that another year has come and gone. It feels like I was just celebrating my 22nd birthday and now I'm at 23. It's already turning into one of the best ones yet and the day is just starting! In our house our birthday celebration is pretty much a week long. Mine and Rachael's birthday, Bean's birthday and Mother's day all usually fall within the same week so we just keep on celebrating. We did a Mother's day dinner/birthday dinner with my grandma in Pocatello on Saturday. Tuesday we did a girls day with shopping and lunch and then a family dinner that night to celebrate. Wednesday my other grandma and aunt came up from Logan and we did dinner, ice cream cake and presents. Thursday I went shopping with my mom for my best friend's birthday... just two days after mine! lol. And then there's today. Dinner with Calaigh! She's coming into town to help me celebrate. Tomorrow we're celebrating her birthday since she won't be here on Sunday. All  in all a crazy busy week but so much fun! I think all birthdays should be celebrated for a week at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 just sounds so old to me. Rach says it sounds young. Maybe a kid makes a difference? lol. I think I'm having a mid-midlife crisis. I keep thinking about all the things I haven't accomplished yet and it makes me feel panicky. But then I have moments of clarity when I realize that I'm not THAT old. I still have a good fifty (hopefully, lol) years left. My life is just starting. I'm trying to be positive. I'm just happy that three of the most important people in my life get to help me celebrate! &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY Twin, Beaner and Calaigh! Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-5545868188681882081?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5545868188681882081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-year-older-and-wiser-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5545868188681882081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5545868188681882081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-year-older-and-wiser-too.html' title='One year older and Wiser too?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-8253750343906216586</id><published>2010-05-07T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:05:51.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEw Loves</title><content type='html'>Went to the midnight premier of Iron Man 2. It was AWESOME! I think I might love it even better than the first. Waiting in line wasn't the most fun I've ever had, and the commercials we had to sit through were pretty torturous. But the movie and company I was with were definitely worth it. I love going to new movies on opening day. There's just a different energy to the audience. You know that every person in that room wants to see it just as badly as you do. I love that people call out things and applaud when something awesome happens. It's great! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been on a Miley Cyrus kick. Who knew? lol. I watched the Hannah Montana movie last week and it was pretty good. Does anyone else think she has fantastic hair?? lol. Also watched THe Last Song, twice, in theaters. I just love that movie. It's not the typical romance. There's the unexpected twist that added some depth to it. Loved it! Especially this music video. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8wxOVn99FTE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8wxOVn99FTE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-8253750343906216586?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8253750343906216586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-loves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8253750343906216586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8253750343906216586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-loves.html' title='NEw Loves'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-9040348154507595458</id><published>2010-04-23T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T12:27:49.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of everything.. and then some</title><content type='html'>So much has happened this month and I haven't blogged any of it! I guess I just haven't been in a bloggin mood. But last night I was with my girls reminiscing about happenings these past few weeks and I decided I should probably blog them so I can remember them.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had our stake opening social for the new semester. It was refreshments and drum roll please............. A dance. What? Yes I said it. A dance. Like the kind where boys put on their good smelling axe bodyspray, girls put on their nicest/skimpiest/still modest shirt that they own and we all try and catch each others eyes without being too obvious about it. It was a complete flashback to stake dances from when you are 14 and it's the coolest thing to do on a saturday night. Unfortunately no one showed up in a prom dress. I was kinda hoping this would happen. Alas, it did not. However I was privy to witness a boy/girl interaction that had me biting my lip so I wouldn't burst out laughing while the guy was still within hearing distance. It happened to my good friend Sarah. Poor, unfortunate Sarah. hahahaha. There's this guy who we shall call Fred. And he has been crushing on Sarah for at least a semester. The moment a slow song came on, he waltzes on over, in a plaid sports jacket no less, and rubs, yes rubs, his shoulder along her back. Like a cat marking it's territory. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! And then he just keeps on walking like now it's her turn to make a move. Did I mention that he's a drama major? HA! I wish we had a camera there so we could have captured mine and Allison's looks when he did this. Or best yet, Sarah's. lol. Sarah I love you, but this is just too funny not to share! hahaha :) I wonder if he actually thought something like that would work?  &lt;br /&gt;We lasted at this social event for a solid 15 minutes before we called it quits. We consoled ourselves with some ColdStone. While there we were talking about something.. I can't really remember. Anyways I said something to Jenense about how weird it is that her minor is herbology when her major is dance. I guess Herbology is a Harry Potter term, humans (haha) call it horticulture. We all got a kick out of it and then proceeded to give ourselves a Harry Potter major. I am Care of Magical Creatures since I'm a zoology major, and so forth. I thought it was funny until I look over at the next table and this girl is looking at us like "No wonder these girls aren't married!" I had the girls look at her face and we all cracked up. Looks like I've turned into one of the weird people at this school... CRAP!! hahaha. Love you girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I was down in SLC, no shocker there lol, and hung out with my best friend Calaigh and our group. I love these people. We ended up going to a Skid Row concert.. Never heard of these guys but Calaigh's parents had all access passes so we figured what the heck. They ended up being some heavy metal band full of wannabe rockstars. The lead singer could actually sing, which surprised me. But the guitar player had the longest hair that he just kept flipping all over the place and the drummer was only wearing tight leather (probably pleather) pants, with lots of tattoos covering his upper body. And he wasn't exactly in tip-top shape either. Did i mention that none of these band members are under the age of 35? We were backstage and I ended up requesting ear plugs from the tech dude. haha. He was wearing them too! The people who showed up for this concert where crazy. Mostly old people wanting to pretend they were young by wearing short, tight skirts, lots of leather and lots of tats and piercings. And lots of mullets. Not the best concert I've ever been to. After the concert we went home and youtubed the Cinnamon Challege. Lots of good footage, enough laughter that Calaigh, Courtney and Chris decided they wanted to do it. Ann and myself were the only smart ones and said no thanks. lol. I recorded the whole thing, and I'm laughing the entire time. It's on my facebook page. I don't know how to put it here to share. Sorry.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's felt like a crazy month but I can't think of anything else. This post is already a doozy so it's all good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Is anyone else LOVING all this rain?! No? Hmm... guess it's just me then! haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-9040348154507595458?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/9040348154507595458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-bit-of-everything-and-then-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/9040348154507595458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/9040348154507595458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-bit-of-everything-and-then-some.html' title='A little bit of everything.. and then some'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-5751581689796784244</id><published>2010-04-02T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T14:02:24.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... I'm reading all these blogs about pranks that people played on each other and I have to admit that I'm just not that creative..Or maybe I'm just lazy? No one played a prank on me this year or last year or the one before that.. The one and only prank I can remember ever being played on me was when I was younger. Probably 10 or 11 and my mom sat us down and told us my dad got a job in Chicago and we were moving there at the end of the school year. We were crushed! Okay maybe RAch was more crushed than me... She ran crying from the room. I was suspicious of the whole thing so I wasn't that upset. And then it turned out to be a joke and I laughed really hard because Rach couldn't stop crying! hahahaha. GUess she didn't want to move eh? lol! &lt;br /&gt;Woke up to Deke running around the house with a plastic shopping bag stuck to his head. It was really nosy. I was laughing so hard I couldn't even get it off him. No idea how he got it stuck there! Poor cat. It's making me giggle just thinking about it!hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;What else?..... We are babysitting Taytum while Rach is off in Park City on a shopping spree. Not sure how it's going to go. Good thing my mom's here to get up with her in the middle of the night... and feed her.. and change her... Okay maybe my job is only to give her snuggles and kisses. lol. &lt;br /&gt;It's Easter this weekend! YAYAY! I love Easter! I think it's all about the candy for me. I was watching Jim Gaffigan last night and his holiday speal came on and I was laughing hysterically.. nothing unusual about that. Everyone should watch it. IT rocks! haha&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I think that's about it. HAPPY EASTER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-5751581689796784244?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5751581689796784244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5751581689796784244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5751581689796784244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-6004604307904163878</id><published>2010-03-16T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:15:03.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is in the AIR!!</title><content type='html'>SPRING IS HERE!! Okay probably not for long, but for today it's here and I'm loving it! I've been wearing flip flops all week ( I know it's only Tuesday.. lol)and it's been amazing. I just can't bring myself to put on socks and stuffy shoes when the sun is shining, most of the snow has melted and it's in the forties! Haha. Talking with some friends last night and we discussed the weather. I was laughing really hard when one of the them pointed out that if it was 10 degrees cooler it could be snowing and yet everyone was walking around in shorts and sandals just soaking up the sun. Today is no exception. I even saw some girls laying on the sidewalk sunbathing.. The temp was 41 degrees. Gotta love Idaho. Anything over 30 is considered warm. Hope everyone is enjoying the sunshine! HAPPY SPRING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S5_mtMD0TAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_9z3xbY05RQ/s1600-h/NPF2861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S5_mtMD0TAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_9z3xbY05RQ/s400/NPF2861.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449327738147326978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-6004604307904163878?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6004604307904163878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6004604307904163878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6004604307904163878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring is in the AIR!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S5_mtMD0TAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_9z3xbY05RQ/s72-c/NPF2861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-1120688313130517918</id><published>2010-03-12T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:29:46.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Deke</title><content type='html'>My poor baby boy has an eye infection! It is so sad! I had Bean take him into work with her today because it wasn't getting any better. At first I thought his eye was just scratched and that's why it was watering so much. I put in neosporin to help it heal but it just kept getting worse. Finally yesterday it had goobers and he could barely open it. So off to the vet he went. We now have antibiotic ointment for his eye. Poor thing. He hates the vet. He only does good if I'm in the room with him, but the minute they try and take him in the back to do shots or weigh him, he freaks out. I think it's funny, the vet and technicians probably not so much. I think the eye was scratched by another kitty and it got infected. Stupid bullies! My little guy is declawed so he can't even defend himself (all you PETA people who think declawing is bad, don't blame me. My mom made me do it!). He wouldn't fight the other cats even if he could. Brianna says his fight or flight system is broken because he just kind of cowers, but it;s only because he's so sweet (... I sound like the mom who's kid just killed someone and all she can say is he would never hurt a fly!.. Kinda morbid.. sorry... lol) Anyways, hopefully my little man gets better soon! If you hate cats, feel free not to comment... Rach that includes you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S5qkJroW2PI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qoODp0bq4dk/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp9%253A2%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253A255%253B737335nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S5qkJroW2PI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qoODp0bq4dk/s400/232323232%257Ffp9%253A2%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253A255%253B737335nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447847185495808242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-1120688313130517918?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1120688313130517918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/03/poor-deke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/1120688313130517918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/1120688313130517918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/03/poor-deke.html' title='Poor Deke'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S5qkJroW2PI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qoODp0bq4dk/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp9%253A2%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253A255%253B737335nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-6026411576713104311</id><published>2010-03-10T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:26:04.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life update</title><content type='html'>Update on the facebook strike... apparently it cured Calaigh. She STILL hasn't posted anything on my wall! We talk and text everyday so it shouldn't matter but my ego has taken quite a hit.. I'm definitely not as popular as I thought I was. lol. I guess I never noticed that all my posts and pictures and wacky gifts were all from Calaigh. It's kinda curing me of my obsession with facebook since I know that I probably won't have anything new on my wall.. It's sad, but I think I'm getting over my facebook whoring.. as my sister calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came to town for a week! We went down to logan for a girls trip on monday and tuesday. It was so much fun! I thought it would be hard riding in the car with a 6 month baby for 2.5 hours but she slept for most of it and as long as we played with her she stayed happy! We got into town just in time for dinner. My two aunts, my cousin Marissa, me, Rach, Bean, mom and grandma all did dinner at Olive Garden. My family is not a quiet family. I don't think we even understand the concept of quiet... needless to say they put us in a back corner and I think the whole restaurant STILL heard us. lol. Good times :) Afterwards we went back to grandmas and did spray tans! She has a dress shop that sells pageant dresses and she has a spray tanner for the girls when the pageant comes around... no one wants  a white winner! lol. I got sprayed in my undies and tank top. Nobody's gonna be seeing anything else anyways so.. lol. &lt;br /&gt;The next day me, rach and beaner went to Marissa's school to surprise her. Who doesn't like being pulled out of class and taken to lunch. The school there is so laid back. Students were walking around during class and no one said anything. We walked right by the office looking for her class and noone stopped us or said a thing! What if we were bombers or something! The rent a cop didn't even look at us twice... Guess we don't look very threatening. lol. We did lunch at Wingers and then took off for home. It was a fun trip. Just long enough to get in some good food, lots of laughter and time with the fam. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-6026411576713104311?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6026411576713104311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6026411576713104311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6026411576713104311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-update.html' title='Life update'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-6591088889367565472</id><published>2010-03-01T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:17:02.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Strike</title><content type='html'>I know what you're thinking.. that I'm about to inform everyone that I'm going on strike because Facebook has started to consume my life.. WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;I am not strong enough to go on a facebook strike. And I get notifications in my email about everything that goes on with my profile. So if I did go on strike (not likely to happen any time soon) I would have to go on strike from my e-mail as well!That's just crazy talk. I'm on my computer all day long! What would I do if I couldn't be checking all my sites..&lt;br /&gt;So this is about my best friend who is on Facebook strike. She's ending her fast (as she calls it) tonight at midnight so that it's technically Tuesday. She's been fasting for a week now. And I think I'm having as many withdrawals as she is! My entire page is usually crazy and wacky posts from her, song lyrics I need to check out or random pics she found that we took last time we were together. But this past week there has been NO activity! Guess I'm not as popular as I thought. lol. I've been writing on her wall everyday to give her updates on what's goin on. One of her other friends went through and commented on about 100 of her pictures. She's going to be responding and sorting through everthing for about three hours tonight. hahaha. Serves her right for making other people suffer like this! :)&lt;br /&gt;Calaigh! I can't wait for this fast to end! I'm expecting LOTS of posts on my wall tomorrow morning! Happy Facebooking tonight! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S4wEiTtSsNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FzlHkBW8-2Q/s1600-h/20469_312662866738_695751738_4076614_3307816_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S4wEiTtSsNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FzlHkBW8-2Q/s400/20469_312662866738_695751738_4076614_3307816_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443731037036392658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-6591088889367565472?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6591088889367565472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/03/facebook-strike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6591088889367565472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6591088889367565472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/03/facebook-strike.html' title='Facebook Strike'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S4wEiTtSsNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FzlHkBW8-2Q/s72-c/20469_312662866738_695751738_4076614_3307816_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-959662018256230350</id><published>2010-02-17T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:56:03.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And... I went back to SLC :)</title><content type='html'>It was President's day weekend.. I had monday off of work and Calaigh's family was going down to their condo in St. George for the weekend. I was plannin on going down Friday night, but she had to work until midnight so I hung out with the boys. We went and seen The Lightening Thief. It was actually pretty good. Saturday I drove down and we went to the movie Valentine's Day with a big group of people. Loved it! Lots of funny parts and surprises that you don't expect. The bloopers are hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went and got Ann's ears pierced. She's twenty years old and has never pierced them. I'd say it went pretty good. lol. Then we headed to the gateway to eat at Rumbi's. LOVE THIS PLACE!! We need one up here in Idaho. It would do awesome! The best rice bowls ever... We met up with some more friends and did a sleepover at Calaigh's house. It was a pre-valentine party... Four girls, six tubs of ice cream, three bags of popcorn, a carton of strawberries, don't forget the chocolate sauce, music and all the girl talk you can imagine... all in all a very productive night. lol. The next morning we watched The Hot Chick (so funny!)and then got ready for the day (V Day). I spent the afternoon with my uncle Barry and his family. Love these guys. Best Nauvoo (sp?) tacos I've ever had! those sound really good right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, later that night we went over to a friend's apartment, ordered in Chinese, watched some Olympics and sat in the hot tub. We spent a good hour watching Kellie Pickler on YouTube. That girl is seriously stupid. It kills me. I was laughing so hard! Monday Calaigh had to work so I hung out at my old job and snuggled baby guinea pigs and Tara's snake Boss. I wanted to bring home one of the guinea pigs but my dad said no.. wish I had my own place. Then that little fella would have been mine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to the movie Sherlock Holmes with Calaigh's missionary's family. It was a really good movie. Robert Downey Jr is an amazing actor.. not to mention very attractive. I was supposed to go home tuesday morning, but Calaigh talked me into staying another night. It wasn't too hard since I didn't really want to leave anyways. lol. so tuesday we spent the morning cleaning the house, watching the Bachelor (OMG!!!) and listening to music. We didn't leave the house until 4 ish.. It was a lazy day.:) We went to the mall, took pics of crazy things, went back to Calaigh's and made some ice cream, watched a movie and then chatted til 2 in the am. It made for a tired drive this morning, but I managed it. lol. &lt;br /&gt;All in all an awesome weekend! Here are some goofy pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3yBreEFfaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Zgsiza4pkQU/s1600-h/20469_312650966738_695751738_4076572_7564947_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3yBreEFfaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Zgsiza4pkQU/s400/20469_312650966738_695751738_4076572_7564947_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439365033761275298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3yByUnrxOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4mSSKLu7_k8/s1600-h/20469_312651016738_695751738_4076575_8355020_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3yByUnrxOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4mSSKLu7_k8/s400/20469_312651016738_695751738_4076575_8355020_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439365151485314274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3yB5sAxh0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/5GMuWLP895s/s1600-h/20469_312651036738_695751738_4076576_6297449_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3yB5sAxh0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/5GMuWLP895s/s400/20469_312651036738_695751738_4076576_6297449_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439365278023649090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3yB_347MwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/A0Ug5ac85tY/s1600-h/20469_312651076738_695751738_4076577_3513697_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3yB_347MwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/A0Ug5ac85tY/s400/20469_312651076738_695751738_4076577_3513697_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439365384291169026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-959662018256230350?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/959662018256230350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-i-went-back-to-slc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/959662018256230350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/959662018256230350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-i-went-back-to-slc.html' title='And... I went back to SLC :)'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3yBreEFfaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Zgsiza4pkQU/s72-c/20469_312650966738_695751738_4076572_7564947_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-4783004253286740831</id><published>2010-02-10T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:51:07.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars... really worth the trouble?</title><content type='html'>So... after work I drive over to my friend's house to pick up a coat that I had left in her car. I walk out to the parking lot and I hear a hissing sound. I look down and my back tire is slowly deflating.. Of course I don't have a spare, cuz that's just how it goes for me. lol. So I go in and ask to borrow Crystal's car. Of course she lets me because she is awesome like that. I go out to my car, grab my wallet, think to myself I have everything I need and I lock my door. When I get to the tire shop it occurs to me that I didn't grab my keys. When I went to lock my car I was holding keys in my hand and it didn't occur to me that they were for a DIFFERENT vehicle. That's right.. I locked myself out of my car with a flat tire. This all happened within a twenty minute span.. Guess it just isn't my night. Crystal was shocked that I was laughing about the situation, but really what else could I do? I have no idea where the flat tire came from, but it's my fault I don't have a spare and it's also my fault for locking my keys in my car. I have a spare set here at home and I'll just catch a ride with Bean in the morning... Moral of the story: Always have a spare tire and always double check that the keys in your hand open the right car. :) Lesson learned.. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-4783004253286740831?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4783004253286740831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/02/cars-really-worth-trouble.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4783004253286740831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4783004253286740831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/02/cars-really-worth-trouble.html' title='Cars... really worth the trouble?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-4020268036117538591</id><published>2010-02-10T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:27:42.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor</title><content type='html'>GAh.... I know I'm one of those people.. THe kind that obsesses over the show and follows it every week and freaks out if it didn't record, but then calms down when they realize that they can still watch it online, they just have to wait a VERY LONG 24 hours after it aired... and then goes on to discuss it with any and everyone who is willing to listen/respond/you corner so they have no choice.. lol. Yes that is me. And OMH (that stands for Oh My Hell fyi, lol, rach taught it to me) I can't believe what happened this week! Is Ali out of her freakin mind?! Those two were perfect together! I understand that she would be freaked out about giving up her job because he might not have picked her in the end, but what if he was going to?! She could find another job. Oh well.. I'm sure there will be more drama to ensue.. But I was hoping he would get rid of nasty VIenna. I seriously can't stand her! And she's freaking UGLY! SHe looks anemic with those dark circles under her eyes and her makeup does not help.. And she's so obnoxious! When he told her mom that the other girls were always trying to 'throw her under the bus' the mom says 'It;s been that way her whole life".. uhh... Hello?! It seems to me if people have being doing that her whole life then she probably belongs there! Jeez.. talk about having a biased opinion. I was seriously so frustrated after I watched it.. Hopefully next week is less frustrating and Ali comes back and he gets rid of the skank Vienna... gag. Alright I've vented. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-4020268036117538591?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4020268036117538591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/02/bachelor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4020268036117538591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4020268036117538591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/02/bachelor.html' title='The Bachelor'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-2235130133363636494</id><published>2010-02-08T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:51:32.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperBowl Weekend</title><content type='html'>So I'm totally bummed that the Colts didn't win... but happy for the Saints since they have never won a superbowl. That interception that turned the whole game was pretty sweet after I got over being pissed that Manning would throw such a crappy pass.. Anyways it was a lot of fun. We did the party at Dan's house. We had the typical party food consisting of chocolate (a must), little weinies, 7layer dip, chips and salsa, some homemade cookies... pretty good food for a guy. lol. After the game we talked, watched some old episodes of CSI and the boys wrestled... They always do this. One person falls asleep so the rest of the guys have to dogpile him to wake him up and so on.. Sometimes it can get a little rough. I have a bruise and I wasn't even participating! I was lying innocently on my luvsac when Kendell and Brice start the match. I see them coming towards me so I roll off the luvsac and land on Reed's knee. That kinda knocked the wind out but it was okay. Except then the boys decide to follow suit and rolled each other off the luvsac and landed right on me! Which pushed me back onto Reed's knee.. this time it felt like I cracked a rib! Dang boys. I love these boys but some days they are too crazy! On saturday they turned a couch into a sled.. Like something you pull behind the truck in the snow. If they fall off that thing there are going to be broken bones. I wish them all the luck, but no way am I getting on that thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a new calling! I'm really excited about this one! I'm the service coordinator for the ward and a member of the activities board. We are doing a canning project at the end of this month but if any of you locals hear about anything that needs done let me know! I have no idea were to start on looking for service projects that my ward could do! lol. Thanks guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-2235130133363636494?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2235130133363636494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/02/superbowl-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/2235130133363636494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/2235130133363636494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/02/superbowl-weekend.html' title='SuperBowl Weekend'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-2259721638234610837</id><published>2010-02-01T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:59:03.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SaLt LaKe CiTY!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally! The new year has something exciting going on! I got a phone call last tuesday morning from a good friend Crystal. She was driving down to provo to tour hair schools and wanted to know if I wanted to ride with her! Heck Yeah! was my reply! I haven't been down there since last july I think! I was so freakin excited! We left thurday night and she dropped me off at Calaigh's house. We ended up babysitting that night for her aunt and uncle.. Is it bad to fall asleep when you are babysitting? Calaigh and I were debating over this. We fell asleep watching AirHeads.. Weird movie. Her aunt and uncle didn't get home til 2 in the am so I thought it was fine that we were sleeping. She felt a little guilty but what else could we do? The kids were sleeping so we didn't really have to "watch" them... Any thoughts? Friday and Saturday morning we went to her gym and swam, hot tubbed and sat in the steam room.. I couldn't breathe in the steam room. Humidity is just not my thing. "It feels like you have a humidifier shoved down your lungs, I love it!" Quote from Calaigh.. not sure why you would want that feeling ever, but there you go. lol. After the gym on friday we got gelato and burger king, picked up the kids from school and went home and helped her little sister bake cookies. We did a girls night in. Painted our nails, made homemade ice cream, watched some chick flicks.. loved it! Some nights you just feel like putting on pjs and doing nothing. It was awesome :) Saturday after the gym we went to the movies with her mom and good friends and seen When in Rome. It was good... not as good as I thought it was going to be. But there were definitely some funny moments in there. Then we went window shopping and then home to cook some pasta. We made pesto with penne and it was soooo good! Love pesto! Later we went and hung out with her old high school friends. Ordered a pizza, watched a movie, hot tubbed.. Love her friends! I haven't laughed that much in a long time. lol. Sunday we did breakfast burritos with the fam and then church. Then it was back home for me. Calaigh and her friends have me half talked into moving back down there. I miss it so much! If I didn;t have my awesome job or my baby niece up here I would probably do it. I'm sure Calaigh will keep pushing me on it.. and who knows what the future will bring. lol. Enjoy some pics from our awesome weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S2cV4EwVSpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XUjq6rupeMw/s1600-h/22749_1350203393198_1174745568_1076849_7956918_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S2cV4EwVSpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XUjq6rupeMw/s400/22749_1350203393198_1174745568_1076849_7956918_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433335528539114130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S2cWHuaS5oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1LA6-F0s-es/s1600-h/22749_1350203433199_1174745568_1076850_5175680_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S2cWHuaS5oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1LA6-F0s-es/s400/22749_1350203433199_1174745568_1076850_5175680_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433335797419009666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S2cWOJbohYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mzIoqPyqMYA/s1600-h/22749_1350203633204_1174745568_1076855_6181423_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S2cWOJbohYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mzIoqPyqMYA/s400/22749_1350203633204_1174745568_1076855_6181423_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433335907751593346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S2cWUIzOwGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tVUJbmfh1wY/s1600-h/22749_1350203793208_1174745568_1076859_4142871_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S2cWUIzOwGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tVUJbmfh1wY/s400/22749_1350203793208_1174745568_1076859_4142871_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433336010661347426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-2259721638234610837?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2259721638234610837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/02/salt-lake-city.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/2259721638234610837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/2259721638234610837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/02/salt-lake-city.html' title='SaLt LaKe CiTY!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S2cV4EwVSpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XUjq6rupeMw/s72-c/22749_1350203393198_1174745568_1076849_7956918_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-3307275742366464139</id><published>2010-01-27T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:44:17.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Commercial Ever!</title><content type='html'>This is my new favorite commercial. I laugh hysterically every time I see it. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WEJJUGJZxpU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WEJJUGJZxpU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-3307275742366464139?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3307275742366464139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-commercial-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3307275742366464139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3307275742366464139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-commercial-ever.html' title='Best Commercial Ever!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-3715285689552466700</id><published>2010-01-21T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:34:34.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>So it's almost a month into the new year and I haven't posted anything so I figured I should put something up. Not too much has happened this year... granted it's only 21 days into the new year but I was hoping for something a little more exciting than this... hmm. Guess I'll have to work on that. lol. Mostly I just hang out with friends, watch movies, and work. It's nice being in the winter semester because A) I'm off track so no school for me! WOOT WOOT!! 2) Most of my besties are back in town from being gone for fall semester! Yes! and 3) I don't have to do homework or find parking in the snow... that probs coulda gone with number A but oh well. :) Sad thing is Calaigh is gone! She might not come back up to school! That's just plain crazy to me... guess I'll have to move to Utah :) Sounds like a pretty good plan. lol. She's one of my besties up here. She came and visited this past weekend and it was awesome. I had to share her with other people... mainly boys, but it was still awesome. We spent saturday downloading songs to itunes and eating pizza. Sunday we went to church like good girls. Monday was the perfect girls day. We went to Idaho Falls and returned a jacket, fixed her cell phone, got mochas from Starbucks (delish!), got Henna tattoos, looked at wedding rings (just for fun (: ) and then read Cosmo while trying to find her a job so she could move back up here. We finished the night off with dinner at Texas Roadhouse and family night with her dad and sisters, which included waffles and ice cream and The Bachelor. :) All-in-All an excellent weekend. Here are a few pics of us. We (I really mean her) go picture happy when we're together. Most of these are from other times. She hasn't uploaded pics from this weekend yet. Enjoy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429291230041411666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S1i3m6zDEFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6wYGLwFcUwE/s320/5420_1196020818730_1174745568_603320_3341598_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429291308680420482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S1i3rfwDHII/AAAAAAAAAH0/nJRZ_rZlqdE/s320/18149_1333270529887_1174745568_1029406_6863042_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429291396639789890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S1i3wnbMk0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/0LQyhZmM-ns/s320/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429292507355559010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S1i4xRKeNGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4n3-KDCE5NQ/s320/5052_1184330286474_1174745568_554771_5127318_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429292632422291826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S1i44jEtGXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5pjzWfIX-kU/s320/5420_1193162947285_1174745568_590821_604010_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-3715285689552466700?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3715285689552466700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3715285689552466700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3715285689552466700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S1i3m6zDEFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6wYGLwFcUwE/s72-c/5420_1196020818730_1174745568_603320_3341598_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-5532660724721610963</id><published>2009-12-30T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:58:01.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska 2005</title><content type='html'>I was going through my old photos yesterday and I came across all these picture cd's from Sam's Club. I had no idea what was on them so I threw them in my computer and they were pics from my first summer in Alaska! I was so freakin excited! I put an album on my facebook account but thought I should record some of it on my blog as well. Rach probably won't be very happy cuz she can't untag herself on my blog.. haha. She untagged all the pics of her on facebook in the album. Sorry sister. :) WARNING: Picture overload.. with some stories to go along :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421083074675181986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuOVZPliaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Du1H-CooImI/s200/20569_229593171738_695751738_3739897_4274481_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our lovely little airport. You couldn't even go inside.. It was full of barrels&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421083324942713954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuOj9kBBGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hJSVC_smj14/s200/20569_229593646738_695751738_3739944_452116_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is the factory of Port Moller. Loved being out on a boardwalk like that :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421083527898328882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuOvxoZ7zI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Cp24OHcIA2Y/s200/20569_229593806738_695751738_3739962_5485861_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The view of the port from our little plane. We really were out in the middle of nowhere&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421083821052536482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuPA1t0JqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/le3O4bPsFI8/s200/20569_229593176738_695751738_3739898_6164077_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the American gang. We were the only white kids in camp.. I guess Riza (the girl in the middle) was filipino, but she grew up in California&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421084258910519794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuPaU3SwfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IiSznHtiuIc/s200/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Us and our fellow slimers. lol. The little man on the left side was the funniest man.. And he could move fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421084595542713634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuPt66qZSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vVKttKGIkW0/s200/20569_229593481738_695751738_3739926_2837616_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421084724341835778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuP1auxCAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zfoS9AG0Gxo/s200/20569_229593356738_695751738_3739915_5297240_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The only other girls who were our age. Jennie, who is a baptist missionary working over in Russia at an orphanage, and Riza who was going to school in California to become a nurse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421085258933093090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuQUiPQQuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LnXzLCI7f2s/s200/20569_229593321738_695751738_3739910_214822_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Terry and Bernard. These guys were my buddies up there. Rachael didn't approve... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421085456377784194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuQgBxvJ4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/DGijPkqfZO0/s200/20569_229593341738_695751738_3739913_4587348_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421085680953807762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuQtGY1U5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/LzTgfpfaLr8/s200/20569_229593531738_695751738_3739932_4270879_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These three were our favorite ladies. Annette is the redhead. She was a complete hippie. Told me she believed in listening to your body to know what was healthy for you... and then she pulled out a cigarette... lol. Sandy is the black lady. Rach asked her sooooo many questions. We had never really met a black lady before.. And Alicia is the sweetest lady in the whole world. Kinda a big sister to me up there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421086224368689522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuRMuxCYXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nlN1qqQsahs/s200/20569_229593406738_695751738_3739919_7548274_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rachael's version of a "shortcut". She took us tromping through an unknown field because she thought it would be faster than following the beach. I think I got bit. I was bleeding by the time we got out of there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421086754257709474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuRrkwbKaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6ARI1MATgHQ/s200/20569_229593401738_695751738_3739918_2203857_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is what they did to us on our last day. Threw us into fish tubs full of ice water.. They let it sit all morning so it was nice and cold.. lol. Rach tried to run but they caught her and threw her in.. she looked like a rag doll. Freakin funny! lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421087023492028706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuR7Pu42SI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NTMk3KL4B8g/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Victor got a little evil and went to push me under. Terry was only too happy to help him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421087316548716562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuSMTdDCBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lv9JREh3vBQ/s200/20569_229593721738_695751738_3739954_4469757_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421085052425153122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuQIg77KmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CjzJakgr7S8/s200/20569_229593196738_695751738_3739899_4699665_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now I'm gonna go all sappy on you... That summer is the summer Rach became my best friend. We were always friends growing up, but had our own peeps to hang out with and in high school we really drifted apart. That summer worked miracles for our relationship. It was the hardest I've ever had to work in my life, but I loved it. It made me fall in love with Alaska. I wouldn't trade that summer for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-5532660724721610963?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5532660724721610963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/12/alaska-2005.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5532660724721610963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5532660724721610963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/12/alaska-2005.html' title='Alaska 2005'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SzuOVZPliaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Du1H-CooImI/s72-c/20569_229593171738_695751738_3739897_4274481_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-5277617305759229824</id><published>2009-12-21T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:08:35.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>Seriously what is this world coming to?? I just got a friend request from a total creeper on myspace. I know, I know... what am I still doing with a myspace account.. only weird people are on there... blah blah blah. I honestly have no real reason for keeping it. Anyways i'm getting sidetracked. So this guy, Chris (that's strike numbero uno against him), added me as a friend. I go to check out his page and see what his interests are, things people say about him, all that jazz to see if i would want him as a friend. He has a total foot fetish! Like I wish I was kidding, but I'm not.. His about me blurb thing was all about finding women who were willing to send him pics or videos of their FEET crushing things... W.T.F.????????? I thought he was being funny... He wasn't. The only pics he had on his page where of female feet stepping on things. One was a pic of feet standing on a pile of bread, a roll of toilet paper, a can of peanuts, even one of a girl standing on a vibrator.. DISGUSTING!! People should just keep their fetishes to themselves. I mean seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this other friend request came through as I was checking out the foot dude's page. It was from a guy named Love Virus.. quite the catchy name. lol. Anyways the only pics he had weren't really of him. They were pics of a terrorist looking dude's head pasted on other photographs of people. Picutres he probably cut out of magazines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just confirms what I posted earlier about there only being losers left in this world. I mean really.. REALLY? Is this all that is left? I realize that myspace isn't the place to look for a decent guy, and I'm definitely not looking, but let's get real. My only options left are weird guys from my school who can't find a girl to date them because of hygiene problems or total creepers with foot fetishes... Looks like I'm gonna become a VAM after all.. Alaska here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-5277617305759229824?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5277617305759229824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5277617305759229824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5277617305759229824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-8982753086378333031</id><published>2009-12-08T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:09:01.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizations, random thoughts and other odds and ends</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving Dinner. It only comes around once a year and most people are so excited for this occurance. I used to be one of them. I love the green bean casserole and.... that's about it. I came to the realization this year ( I know, it's taken me 22 years to realize this, but better late than never) that I do not like thanksgiving dinner. I had it three times this year. That's pretty norm for us and by the time the third one came around it made me sick just thinking about having to eat all of it again. I think mashed potatoes are plain and we eat them WAY too often. Sunday dinners, anytime we have a roast, and at every church function you attend that serves dinner. Turkey is okay, but it has no flavor. You can season the outside, but the bird is so dang big that by the time you get to the meat of it, you taste none of that flavoring. So you put gravy on it, but then it's just like any other meat... nothing special about it. Stuffing... I'm pretty picky about my stuffing. It's kinda hit or miss for me. I hate cranberry sauce. I have no idea what it even is. It's just a jello like substance that retains the shape of the can after you plop it on a fancy looking plate... That one just baffles me. And yams. We don't eat them in our family but I just have to say that orange potatoes with carmel and marshmellows is just about the m0st unappealing meal I can think of. Who came up with it? My grandma makes good rolls. But my family thinks they are to die for. I just don't get that. Every year it's this huge deal all about the rolls and who gets the leftover rolls.. Kinda ridiculous. I love the appetizers.. the dips and crackers and veggies. And i love the desserts... most of them. Okay one of them. Chocolate cream pie. That's it. No pumpkin, no lemon meringue, no banana, coconut or any other kind of cream pie. Weird, right? Am I totally unAmerican that I hate thanksgiving dinner???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally different random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;*I watched XXX: State of the union. Somewhat cheesy acting, but good action. There was a shootout within the first 5 minutes. I think all good action movies should have a shootout within the first five minutes to fall into this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Stayed up and watched G.I. Jane for the first time. Loved it! I'm all for female empowerment and all that jazz. Only Demi Moore could pull off a shaved head and still look good... Hate her for that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My dad made grape jello the other night for dessert. We had roast and ..... big surprise...... mashed potatoes. I've never had grape jello before. It was quite pleasant with cool whip. Love that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sunday night I went to sleep and when I woke up on monday morning I couldn't stand up straight. I had done something to my lower back while sleeping. Who knew sleeping was so dangerous? I was hunched over like an old man all day and when I would stand up from sitting I did it like a pregnant lady, leading with my crotch. When I went to sleep last night, it hurt to lay flat, lay on my side... It was quite tricky finding a comfy position but don't fear... I found one! It was on my stomach with a pillow propping my hips up. So I basically slept with my butt in the air all night, and it was the best sleep I've had in a long time. I woke up in the exact same position. It was fantastic! And this morning... No Pain! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are all of my thoughts for now. This was a ridiculously long post. I didn't know I had so much to say! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-8982753086378333031?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8982753086378333031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/12/realizations-random-thoughts-and-other.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8982753086378333031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8982753086378333031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/12/realizations-random-thoughts-and-other.html' title='Realizations, random thoughts and other odds and ends'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-3267894138533225893</id><published>2009-12-02T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:45:55.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sxbf8xtsUAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Hb5lYiC0RrA/s1600-h/My_Life_Page_9+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410758237562359810" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sxbf8xtsUAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Hb5lYiC0RrA/s400/My_Life_Page_9+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sxbf24m1cwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/THfDsa4GhGM/s1600-h/My_Life_Page_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410758136333431554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sxbf24m1cwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/THfDsa4GhGM/s400/My_Life_Page_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5942464584544606960-3267894138533225893?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3267894138533225893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/12/sin-city.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3267894138533225893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3267894138533225893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/12/sin-city.html' title='Sin City'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sxbf8xtsUAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Hb5lYiC0RrA/s72-c/My_Life_Page_9+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-2793033388150127930</id><published>2009-11-18T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:42:35.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Dating</title><content type='html'>I should be writing my chemistry abstract right now... but I can't focus. I just keep thinking about this online dating site that I'm a member of. And I'm gonna be completely honest and admit that I have no idea how I became a member... It used to be the Aquarium on Facebook, and now it has become SpeedDate. I guess since I had the aquarium app that means that I wanted this one when it changed over... whatever. I thought hey, what the heck? right? It couldn't hurt any... All I've met so far have been weirdos. And that entire word should be capitalized just to add emphasis for how weird they really are/ creepy. It's speed dating. The site pulls up someone they think you would match with who is also currently online. You have three minutes to IM back and forth or you can choose to leave the date early and you have to give the reason why. Today I was on and I get some guy. Has a decent pic, probably wasn't even what he really looked like. We talked for maybe five sentences, he asks if I have a webcam. I reply no, he says damn and leaves the date. WTF??? Then this other guy wants to chat so we skip the whole three minute thing and start e-mailing. We e-mail back and forth for probably 15 minutes and then he asks if I want to play dirty. I didn't even know what that meant! I had to ask.. embarrassing when you think about. And yes, it is exactly what you think it means. What a jerk! No worries, I told him off. The nerve of the loser.. Jeez. I'm sorry but when did it become appropriate to proposition someone over an e-mail? And after only talking for like 10 minutes?! I'm not saying I want to revert back to Pride and Prejudice times, but come on! At least TRY to get to know me/ pretend to act interested before you hit me up for sex. This is my current opinion on all men. I have yet to meet a decent one who contradicts what I just wrote. Where's a Prince Charming when you really want one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-2793033388150127930?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2793033388150127930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/11/online-dating.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/2793033388150127930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/2793033388150127930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/11/online-dating.html' title='Online Dating'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-8069683064732393553</id><published>2009-11-12T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:34:00.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rexburg to St. George and everywhere inbetween</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in awhile.. mostly cuz I haven't really been in a bloggin mood. But I have a feeling that this is post is going to be quite a doozy.. So here it goes. I am loving my girlies at Tuscany. I don't know what I would do without them and their crazy stories. They keep me sane most days. :) I got to have dinner with Crystal on Monday and I was so excited to see her! She is one of my besties from the summer semester and she was in town visiting. It was so good to catch up on all the gossip (I know, I'm a sinner... LOL) and just hang out. Texas Roadhouse always sets the right mood. We ran errands together and talked and laughed and it felt like she had never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over this last weekend I went on a girls trip with my old roomie from Alaska and SLC, JODIE!!! It was SOOOO good to see her. I haven't seen her since I left last april! Over a year and a half. It's crazy! I forgot how much I love hangin out with her. I  have to say that I am so grateful that she was with me cuz I think I would have freaked on one of the other girls if she hadn't been there with me. It was Jodie's friend's friend. Does that make sense? Anywhoo her and I kinda clashed. I think maybe I clash with alot of people... Food for thought I guess. Anways I made a grand discovery while we were driving down. Jode and I were talking about books and how the authors have to be brilliant to come up with the storylines that they do. I confessed to be completely uncreative. And then I had a brilliant thought. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creative with reality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; That is my new motto. So when I start to feel like retard because I can't choreograph a dance, or write a national bestseller, I just say to myself, "Amber, you are creative with reality. You look at things that are going on in today's world and you research and create something new and make it a better place." ( that sounds a little conceited but it's my blog, so really I can get away with it haha) And really, can it get much better than that??? I think not! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For halloween I was a mad scientist/groupie of the Spice girls. Doesn't sound like a good combo, and you probably didn't know I was the latter of the two unless you saw who I was with. That's right. The girlies were the Spice Girls, and I must confess to be very impressed with their outfits. They pulled it off very well. I helped with the hair. We went to a couple parties, danced, played games and pretty much rocked the night away. Of course at the end of the night we had to watch SpiceWorld.... I'm gonna have to say that that was probably a waste of two hours of my life, but what can ya do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post kind worked its way down from the most recent events, but that's because they were freshest in my mind. :) Can't really think of anything else to say... Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-8069683064732393553?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8069683064732393553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/11/rexburg-to-st-george-and-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8069683064732393553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8069683064732393553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/11/rexburg-to-st-george-and-everywhere.html' title='Rexburg to St. George and everywhere inbetween'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-6867153778202715094</id><published>2009-10-22T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:15:24.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedestrians.</title><content type='html'>I think every walking student at BYU-IDHAHo is feeling suicidal today since they keep walking out in front of my car, which is causing me to feel homicidal and making thoughts like running them over with my car go through my head. They are acting as if they would be immune to being hit by a car. They probably think they are going to be protected by God since they are going to a religious school, like some girls think that God will be their birth control since they got married in the temple. The way some people think just astounds me.  I really don't know what the kids are thinking when they walk in front of a car, and it's probably not that God will save them. That's just me being cynical... Is that the right word? Anyway I really did meet a girl once who thought that God would be her birth control and only let her get pregnant when the "time is right". I tried my hardest to set her straight and make her realize that biology would take over once she had sex, but I don't think she believed me. She was pretty set in her way of thinking. I walked away after wishing her the best of luck with her 12 kids that were on their way! I don't think she thought that was funny, but then again she wasn't exactly sane so I didn't really care. And now I sound insensitive. Hmmm. Oh well. Peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO ALL GIRLS: If you don't want to get pregnant then you need to use a form of birth control. It really is common sense. Ok, that's all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-6867153778202715094?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6867153778202715094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/10/pedestrians.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6867153778202715094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6867153778202715094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/10/pedestrians.html' title='Pedestrians.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-9020831444326137313</id><published>2009-10-19T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:10:39.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deke and The Many faces of Tater</title><content type='html'>I love my cat. I am one of those people who will probably be a crazy cat lady when I grow old. I'm looking forward to that day. lol. Funny story. I'm lying in bed with deke and a truck pulls in the drive. Of course the dogs are going crazy downstairs, which is pretty much the norm. But then deke starts growling at the truck! He crouches at the end of my bed where he can see out the window and he starts growling just like a dog! It was so freakin cute/ hilarious! He was mimicking the dogs I guess. But then the person opened the truck door and when they slammed it closed the noise scared deke so he ran under the bed. Not much of a guard "dog" but he makes up for it with all his personality and cuteness! Here are some pics &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394432878798281938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/StzgH1F1nNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YD-uAtO630U/s320/232323232%257Ffp9%253A2%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253A255%253B737335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394432998427577906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/StzgOyvrzjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qG7-V4h2-4A/s320/232323232%257Ffp9%253A6%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253A255%253B364335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just hangin out with mom, watching T.V. :) So freakin cute!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394433245968400978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/StzgdM6BAlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BfrbCfQKgAc/s320/232323232%257Ffp935%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253A2559%253A49335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; One of his new favorite past times... Beaner won the fish at the Blackfoot fair. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394435724525155266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/StziteP_s8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/BgnmPWDcb_4/s320/232323232%257Ffp63237%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253A23986%253B9335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Handsome! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Now the many faces of Tater. I haven't seen her is almost two weeks so she's probably changed ALOT, but these will do for now! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394436175011089666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/StzjHscNjQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PiYho-zhM7k/s320/232323232%257Ffp898%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253A2559%253A%253A9335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/StzjP2AIUoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b48N7KP1_gQ/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp936%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253A25597%253A4335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394436315016614530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/StzjP2AIUoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b48N7KP1_gQ/s320/232323232%257Ffp936%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253A25597%253A4335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/StzjaEsV20I/AAAAAAAAAFU/MWw2WQCWkQ8/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp996%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253A255978%253B335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394436490758839106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/StzjaEsV20I/AAAAAAAAAFU/MWw2WQCWkQ8/s320/232323232%257Ffp996%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253A255978%253B335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394436651691183426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/StzjjcNmjUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gqLB-jy0dlo/s320/232323232%257Ffp996%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253A255%253B342335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-9020831444326137313?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/9020831444326137313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/10/deke-and-many-faces-of-tater.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/9020831444326137313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/9020831444326137313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/10/deke-and-many-faces-of-tater.html' title='Deke and The Many faces of Tater'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/StzgH1F1nNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YD-uAtO630U/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp9%253A2%253Enu%253D3%253A8%253B%253E2%253C7%253E257%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253A255%253B737335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-7398115850125935521</id><published>2009-10-16T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:13:18.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XoXo Carol Clark</title><content type='html'>Today is the one year anniversary of Carol's death. She was Chris's mom. I loved this lady. She was crazy and kookie and she definitely had her bad days, but she was the sweetest person. She was always trying to help out, even if her ways of helping weren't always... normal. I can't believe it has already been a year. It seems like it was just yesterday that I was down there at the fourth of july party, but at the same time it feels like so much has happened since then that it was years ago. Don't you hate that? When time becomes distorted like that? I know I didn't get to become a part of this family, but I loved them. My thoughts are with you guys. xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-7398115850125935521?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7398115850125935521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/10/xoxo-carol-clark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/7398115850125935521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/7398115850125935521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/10/xoxo-carol-clark.html' title='XoXo Carol Clark'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-4088026525470773855</id><published>2009-10-14T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:25:53.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church. School. Need I say more?</title><content type='html'>BYU-Idaho is so dysfunctional! I realize that this is my second post of the day, but I have to vent! I went country dancing at the school tonight. Not my favorite thing to do, but I figure I should at least try to socialize. I get off work, head over to the girls' apartment and we just chill for a couple hours before heading over. I get inside, walk up to the table to get the stamp on my hand, and then I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see some over-enthusiatic girl smiling at me. She kindly informs me that I can't enter because I have holes in my jeans. It's the new fashion and you can't even see any skin! I didn't get stopped because of my mulitple piercings, but because my jeans were breaking the honor code. I wear these jeans to class all the time and I have never been asked to leave and change. Only when I try and go to some extracurricular activity do I get accused of breaking the stupid code. She said I would have to go home and change my pants before I could come back. I so did not want to drive back to Rigby just to put on a different pair of jeans. Come on! I walked out to my car, completely pissed off and realize that all my books, wallet, phone, etc are locked in the girls' apartment and they were inside dancing. SOO I suck it up and drive home. I get changed and head back to rexburg. I tried singing in the car to make myself in a better mood. It wasn't until I found the song "I'm a bitch" by Alanis Morsette (sp?) that I finally started to calm down. I get back and the girl has the audacity to come up to me and say "Thank you, that was so nice of you to go home and change." Needless to say I just glared at her. If I had opened my mouth to give a reply she probably would have kicked me out of breaking the honor code with my language. If this school didn't have such a bomb zoology program/cheap tuition I would flip them the bird as I walked out.  This school seriously tries my patience. It'll be a miracle if I graduate before they kick me out for insubordination or something equally ridiculous, like my multiple parking tickets. Don't even get me started on that subject. No worries, I wrote them an e-mail to let them know how I felt about this mandatory parking class they wanted me to take. PPLEEAASSE...Like that's ever gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've vented. Peace out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-4088026525470773855?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4088026525470773855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/10/church-school-need-i-say-more.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4088026525470773855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4088026525470773855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/10/church-school-need-i-say-more.html' title='Church. School. Need I say more?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-8862593010856696502</id><published>2009-10-14T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:15:08.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZoOLOgY= Love of my life!</title><content type='html'>I'm totally in love with my major! I mean I know that's how it should be, but I always thought that it would be less exciting than it actually is.. weird, right? Who wants to major in something boring? Not me! Luckily it has turned out to be the best thing ever. I always knew that I loved animals and that I would fall into some profession that involved animals and now I finally know which profession that is. I want to do zoology. I don't care if I'm studying the animals in a zoo or in their natural habitat. As long as I get to interact with them and learn something new every day than it's all good! I want to be outside, not trapped in some building gaggin on the smell of antiseptic and constantly listening to dogs howling in the background. Besides dogs aren't really my thing. Some day (hopefully soon) I want to be working with all my beloved marine animals. That's right, my research is going to SAVE THE WHALES! Not sure how exactly, but I'll work the details out later. LOL. I get excited just thinking about being out on the water and studying them; learning all their habits and getting to see their personalities. I've fairly positive that when I land my dream job with some research group that takes me all over the world studying the different marine mammals in all their habitats, it will be the BeSt dAy of my LIFE. I'm bouncing up and down in my chair and feeling ridiculously giddy just thinking about it! Free Willy here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392566708287082978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/StY-2aMMkeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QQDHeWPz57E/s400/resident-killer-whales_154%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. These are the most beautiful creatures ever. Someday...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-8862593010856696502?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8862593010856696502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/10/zoology-love-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8862593010856696502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8862593010856696502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/10/zoology-love-of-my-life.html' title='ZoOLOgY= Love of my life!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/StY-2aMMkeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QQDHeWPz57E/s72-c/resident-killer-whales_154%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-6482791442022177766</id><published>2009-10-12T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:49:01.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduate Road Trip</title><content type='html'>I went with the school up to University of Idaho and Washington STate University over this past weekend to meet with their graduate programs. It was so much fun hanging out and meeting new people. There were about 15 of us who went up. We left the school around 8 am on Thursday morning. I'm not sure how long it should take to drive up there, according to my dad it should only take about 7 hours, but it took us FOREVER! We didn't get up there until 6 pm! What is that, like 10 hours?! Not to mention the fact that the van I ended up in sucked. It shimmied from 0 to about 60. After that it was just a constant vibration. My butt went numb from the sensations. Not a pleasant feeling. I had my hands holding down as many things as I could because I can't STAND things rattling in the car. Anywhoo it was probably the longest drive EvEr.  It might have something to do with the fact that we stopped every 100 miles or that our tire blew. It took us until 12:30 to get to Deer Lodge. It shouldn't take that long numbero uno. Secondly when we were done eating lunch one of the kids from the other van comes up to our driver and says, " It looks like your back tire is getting ready to separate from the car." To which the driver goes off on this long tangent of how the school takes such good care of their vehicles and the maintaince is top notch, blah blah blah. Within the next five minutes, no exaggeration, the tire blew. I was just lying down to take a power nap until we stopped AGAIN, when it happened. It sounded like someone was shooting at us. Now that thought didn't actually cross my mind, like oh crap! Someone is shooting at us! But if I had to describe the noise, that would be what it sounded like. The top of the tire had blown and it dented the entire wheel bed. It bent the exhaust pipe closed. We sat on the side of the road for about 30 minutes while the professors changed the tire. After that the vibrations miraculously stopped, major shocker there... Anywhoo five hours and multiple stops later we finally arrived. We had to stay up in Couer d'Alene because all the hotels were booked in moscow and pullman since it was homecoming week and there was a big football game. We got checked into our rooms and wanted to go find some good food. Jackie and April wanted Japanese food and since I have never had it I said I would give it a try. Unfortunately for us, the lady at the front desk was on drugs... She had no idea what she was talking about and we ended up walking about a mile into town before we found some gas station to ask directions. The man informed me that the only japanese place was three miles away downtown. Like I'm gonna walk three miles for food that I might not even like... yeah right. We find some chinese buffet (sounds scarier than it actually was) and end up with a semi-decent meal. We needed to go to Walmart later so we took a van and asked the front desk how to get there. Probably not our brightest moment taking directions from the same lady as before but they sounded pretty straight forward. No worries, we got lost. Dumb lady. She should be fired... We found it eventually after I made them pull over so I could ask someone else. The next morning we had to be in the foyer at 6 AM. Once we got to the U of I we went on a tour given by a pierced java junkie. He slipped in how much he loved coffee wherever he could. I think the entire tour was based on where all the coffee shops were located on campus. I don't think he realized what school we were from. lol. I got to meet with the wildlife and fisheries department and it was very informative. I actually get paid to go to graduate school. They pay for my tuition plus I get a yearly salary. Sounds good to me! Later we drove over the border to visit Washington State. This place is like it's own city. It's huge! Luck was with us when we decided to turn down a random road and found the student center. The man at the graduate help desk should also be fired. He sent all of us to the wrong buildings except Evan. I got good info about the vet program there, but only after I got sent to three different places. Nobody at the school knows were anything is! Jeez... Eric got sent to my zoology building which I never even got a chance to go see since it was on the other side of campus, but he got me some brochures so that helped a little. He never even got to his building. Matt got sent to the engineering building when he wanted the architecture building. But Evan and Jackie got the right one. But I'm guessing it's only because it was directly out the front doors of the student building. It was a very eventful and informative day. Well worth the swollen ankles from walking all day in uncomfortable shoes. The next morning we were supposed to leave around nine. But when Brother McBride took the van to get a spare tire just in case, he found out he had to have the brakes replaced. Yipee! So we had to wait around for the parts to come in. And then we got stuck with the same driver as before who decided it would be faster to go through Salmon to get home. I think that only works if you go the speed limit and you don't stop twenty times. We didn't get home until 8 pm! A crazy weekend but a lot of fun. I loved all the people that I got to meet and it was nice seeing the different schools and what they offer. Here's to finding one that wants me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry it's such a long post. I had a lot to say :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-6482791442022177766?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6482791442022177766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/10/graduate-road-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6482791442022177766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6482791442022177766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/10/graduate-road-trip.html' title='Graduate Road Trip'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-3505477665805022602</id><published>2009-09-15T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:44:23.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taytum Nichole Hobley aka My NIECE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is the promised picks of miss Taytum Nichole! Love her to death. I think she is a very good mix of both Ben and Rach. But some of her looks, especially when she is waking up from a nap, are a dead ringer for her mama. It's kinda weird seeing a mini Rach but I love her and that's all that matters! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381782355563240258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sq_uidnP20I/AAAAAAAAAEM/H3owLzoJasI/s400/My_Life_Page_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-3505477665805022602?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3505477665805022602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/09/taytum-nichole-hobley-aka-my-niece.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3505477665805022602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3505477665805022602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/09/taytum-nichole-hobley-aka-my-niece.html' title='Taytum Nichole Hobley aka My NIECE!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sq_uidnP20I/AAAAAAAAAEM/H3owLzoJasI/s72-c/My_Life_Page_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-4407084910458592763</id><published>2009-09-14T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:06:48.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho State Fair</title><content type='html'>I love the fair! It was this past week and it was so much fun... like usual! :) For some reason I just love fair food. It tastes so much better than regular food. I think the dutch oven cooking is probably my fave. And the animals! Oh my heck I love the petting zoo! I made my fam go through all the barns with me looking at the cows and horses (even though we have our own to look at everyday lol). Then we moved on to the petting zoo! I love the little goats! And this year they had some adopt a pet type thing set up and all they had were puppies! There were baby yorkies, boxers, german shepherds, beagles and my favorite... a basset hound! I don't normally like hounds because of how much noise they make, but you just couldn't resist this little girl's face! She had so much extra skin. There were rolls of it everywhere. And she tried getting a drink of water and her ears got soaking wet! How freakin cute! Needless to say it's a good thing my parents were there or else I would have come home with a cow, a mini horse, a pygmie goat and a basset hound puppy.. Not sure how i would have gotten them all home, or where the money would have come from to purchase said animals, but I would have figured something out! I love animals. That's really all I have to say on that matter :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-4407084910458592763?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4407084910458592763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/09/idaho-state-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4407084910458592763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4407084910458592763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/09/idaho-state-fair.html' title='Idaho State Fair'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-3978040539387495244</id><published>2009-09-10T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:00:46.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walmart--- Good vs. Evil</title><content type='html'>I have a love/hate relationship with Walmart. I hate their lines. They have 50 checkout stands and only 5 people working. It makes for a long wait surrounded by screaming children and frustrated parents. I love that the entire store is a smorgisborg (just sound that one out ) of everything. If I ever have to waste time while I'm running errands I just go over to Wally world and spend an hour browsing. The only bad thing about this, I always find something that I don't need/didn't realize I wanted. And then I have to buy it. Like yesterday. I go to Walmart to buy a pencil sharpener for my new eyeliner. Total sidenote: they should mark on the package if you are going to need a sharpener for the eyeliner. I haven't had a non-self-sharpening eyeliner since I was twelve. Okay back on track.. I go to buy a pencil sharpener. Twenty dollars, one book, two movies, a candy bar, and some chapstick (don't forget the pencil sharpener) later, I walk out of the store. HeLLo. I totally get distracted when I'm in there. I just see all these cool doodads and fun toys and I think I just have to have them! I actually put some things back before I got to the checkout stand. I had this hot purple hammer/screwdriver set thingy which I loved. But what the heck would I have done with it? Obvious answer: hang something up! But everything is hung up and my dad has every tool I could ever want/need. At least I realized this BEFORE I left the store! It usually doesn't even occur to me until much later that I really don't need these things. And even then I can't really bring myself to feeling buyers remorse... hmm. What does that mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-3978040539387495244?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3978040539387495244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/09/walmart-good-vs-evil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3978040539387495244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3978040539387495244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/09/walmart-good-vs-evil.html' title='Walmart--- Good vs. Evil'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-5084354280692556048</id><published>2009-09-02T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:19:01.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, babies, babies EvErYwHeRe</title><content type='html'>So Rachie babe is currently in the hospital sweating through major contractions as I type this... Maybe she got the epidural already... Who knows?? I am SSSOOOOOO excited for my sweet baby niece to get here! I can't wait to hold her and smother her with kisses! Can you do that to a newborn?? Or do I have to give gentle air kisses? I think she'll be tough enough to handle the former :) Rach has been having contractions since like Sunday night. Talk about long labor! But apparently those were just weak contractions. She was supposed to get induced this morning but the baby beat her to it and her water broke all on its own. Kinda gross if you think about it too intensely. I just have this image of like a water balloon in her pants bursting and going everywhere... Probably doesn't happen like that but ya never know right? At least until it happens to you. Yet another reason NOT to have kids.. Who wants an exploding water balloon (that really doesn't have water in it at all, but something much more gruesome) to go off in their pants?! But I'm glad that Rach felt the need to do this so that I can have myself a cute little baby to spoil without all the draw backs ( like losing more than half of my sleep time... that's a serious issue). I'll post pics once rach has popped this baby out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less personal note, meaning I'm not related to them, it seems that everyone is having babies. My best friend Lacy is only a month behind Rach getting ready to give me a nephew! Yep, she said I could be an aunt! :) Cierra is having a baby, Jill is adopting (but a baby is a baby, right?), Beckii has a son and just found out she's pregnant again, my aunt just had a baby and everywhere I look I see pregnant people. It might just be the town I live in... Three of my friends had babies earlier this year and even more of my friends have had a baby within the last two years and are working on other. Did I miss the memo that it's in fashion to be pregnant? I feel like I'm not with the times or something. Oh well. If I'm creating a fashion faux pas by NOT being pregnant guess I'll just have to live with the humiliation... LOL. Just take pity on me and buy me some ice cream.. Chocolate please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-5084354280692556048?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5084354280692556048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/09/babies-babies-babies-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5084354280692556048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5084354280692556048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/09/babies-babies-babies-everywhere.html' title='Babies, babies, babies EvErYwHeRe'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-2807414125242621967</id><published>2009-08-24T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:44:27.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian Regan</title><content type='html'>So I have to admit to loving Brian Regan. I didn't used to be a huge comedy fan... crazy since I love to laugh! But anyhoo, I was first introduced to Brian Regan my second summer in alaska... I think. It was one of the summers in alaska. Anyway I was introduced to him and now I love him! I love a lot of comedians now. Jim Gaffigan, Christopher Titus, Jeff Dunham (the puppet guy)... And a few others. ANYWAYS (jeez I'm getting sidetracked) Brian is coming to SAlt Lake City in March!!! And I want to go! but I don't want to go alone, so I need someone who loves him and will laugh with me to come along! Any takers??? It would be a whole lot of fun!!! It is a Wednesday or Thursday that he will be there so you can even take a vacay off school and work!!! Sounds fantastic right?! Okay just let me know cuz I'm dying to see this guy live!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-2807414125242621967?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2807414125242621967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/08/brian-regan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/2807414125242621967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/2807414125242621967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/08/brian-regan.html' title='Brian Regan'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-2517591362341797595</id><published>2009-08-13T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:43:47.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work is sooooo HaRd :)</title><content type='html'>So most of my time at work is spent on the computer playing games, catching up on facebook, reading books, and coloring. That's right... coloring. Crayons, colored pencils, activity books... the whole works. I have an entire bin that has crayons, markers, tissue paper, hole puncher, and about a dozen coloring books. When I brought it to work my boss was shocked. He asked what in the heck I was hauling in and I kindly informed him that it was my craft box. To which he had no reply but to laugh. Usually after 3 works slows down quite a bit. I can go all afternoon after JAred leaves and not get one phone call.  It will be nice to have all this free time at work once school starts so I can do homework... riiiight. I highly doubt I will get any homework done at work. But you never know. I might surprise myself. lol. Please enjoy the following pics of my beautiful coloring. Also included is a pic of what my desk looks like. It doesn't exactly make for a speedy cleanup if a client walks in the door, but what can ya do?! One time a client walked in and I was trying to clean my desk up so fast that I dumped my container of crayons over. Don't worry they went all over the desk and rolled off to spread themselves across the floor. The lady looked at me like I was crazy. That was the last time that I took the liberty of using my ENTIRE desk for coloring. Now I just pick the colors I want and use a small portion of the desk. :) Oh well. I got sidetracked with that little story. 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Every year my uncle does a corn booth and the whole family comes to help shuck (sp?) corn and work the booth. It's fun to see the family and we have trade with all the other food vendors so we eat ourselves sick on yummy fair food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anywhoo me, Rach and Beaner are driving home and talking about all the people who have gotten married lately and all the people who are having babies. And it makes me crazy to hear about people who have JUST BARELY gotten married and are already trying for a baby! Hello people! Calm down, take a breather and just enjoy each other before you throw in a goo producing little person. I don't care what anyone says, having a baby just throws your whole life out of whack. These kids are only 19 years old and they only knew their husbands for like 6 months before they tied the knot. Get to know the guy a little better before you decide to have his baby... Jeez. If you are having to learn how to cook and how to work the freaking washing machine two weeks before your wedding you are definitely not ready to get married. Move out of the house, live a little and THEN get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, it was Deke's birthday on Saturday! He is one year old! I love my little man so much! He always brings a smile to my face! I can't believe how fast the past year has gone by. Can you believe it's already august?! It's crazy.  A lot has happened in the past year. Definitely some hard times, but there has been a lot of good times too. Made a lot of new friends who I LOVE! I don't think I would have gotten through these past few months without them. It has definitely been a year of learning, but I'm happy with were I'm at now. And that's pretty much all a girl can ask for, right? Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-8183235389338206075?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8183235389338206075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8183235389338206075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8183235389338206075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-5289126998766729319</id><published>2009-07-16T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:09:07.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>So it's been almost a month since I've blogged! Crazy!! I can't believe how fast time has gone by. Can you believe that it's already middle of July?! So this is mostly going to be a post full of pics. This past month has been crazy fun! We had the surprise party for Stacey, boating trips, random chinese dinners, Crystal's goodbye dinner and a whole lot of other random things! Enjoy the pics!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359132827770886866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sl926bdrGtI/AAAAAAAAACE/eaPbhvtxuHQ/s320/5420_1196020858731_1174745568_603321_347633_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359131950261741586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sl92HWfMKBI/AAAAAAAAABc/csB8MyxLXns/s320/4966_101113090669_518185669_2555732_6288063_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359132203226519042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sl92WE2sVgI/AAAAAAAAABk/zsHR-6daAsI/s320/5052_1184326486379_1174745568_554677_3264063_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359132319895907698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sl92c3e17XI/AAAAAAAAABs/tDdoEG9tpOc/s320/5052_1184329006442_1174745568_554740_6225851_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359132681056096258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sl92x46JEAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mTgG9c59fJ0/s320/5420_1196020818730_1174745568_603320_3341598_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359132965259261010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sl93CbpdNFI/AAAAAAAAACM/LncR9SQnrvg/s320/6240_130333841170_722036170_3568436_4387099_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359135849530474898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sl95qUZTQZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7XZWivGrpmA/s320/6240_130523366170_722036170_3572312_1620388_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359132472861873138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sl92lxUxU_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GdTy9e92w7Y/s320/5052_1184330446478_1174745568_554775_2370316_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359136048364672258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sl9515HEVQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2-VS7TFkfwg/s320/5420_1196020898732_1174745568_603322_4959573_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Check out my reflection in Calaigh's glasses! Love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359136986490217122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sl96sf5oIqI/AAAAAAAAADE/m8EsG8fsAX8/s320/6240_130529921170_722036170_3572406_1574157_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-5289126998766729319?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5289126998766729319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5289126998766729319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5289126998766729319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sl926bdrGtI/AAAAAAAAACE/eaPbhvtxuHQ/s72-c/5420_1196020858731_1174745568_603321_347633_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-5776275622708462546</id><published>2009-06-18T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:24:17.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRY ME MICHAEL!!!</title><content type='html'>So I have been watching The Bachelorette and I have to confess that I am totally in love with Michael! Like seriously, what a H-O-T-T-I-E!!! I laugh every time he is on. If Jillian doesnt' want him then send him my way please! MmMmMm.... He's good lookin, he can break dance, he's hilarious, he's spontaneous.... I want him! Or anybody who is EXACTLY like him would do too. :) I have watched the Bachelorette since it's first season and I have never really liked a guy. Of course I've thought some of them were cute, others were losers, but I've never really cared one way or the other, but if Jillian doesn't pick Michael, she is out of her mind CrAzY!!! Okay and now that everyone knows I'm obessed with the guy I'm gonna go. But first I have to say that Wes is a flaming pile of douche and should be sent home immediately! She's crazy that she can't see through him like that. Okay that's all.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348796947153438034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sjq-e_rGRVI/AAAAAAAAABU/TG4vEw3Q6oo/s320/michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-5776275622708462546?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5776275622708462546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/06/marry-me-michael.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5776275622708462546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5776275622708462546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/06/marry-me-michael.html' title='MARRY ME MICHAEL!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/Sjq-e_rGRVI/AAAAAAAAABU/TG4vEw3Q6oo/s72-c/michael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-3398162885334330013</id><published>2009-06-14T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:46:47.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion gurus</title><content type='html'>I went shopping yesterday and was assaulted by all the neon colors of the 80's aerobics gear that is now passing for fashion. It makes me wonder who is in charge of all this stuff.... stuff = fashion. No one wants to be seen wearing teal colored skinny jeans with a wife beater that has a rainbow peace sign. And if they do, they have a twisted sense of fashion. These particular items of clothing went out of style for a reason, so why bring them back??? And another fashion that has made an appearance is the cowboy/indian theme. Granted it took them longer to come back then the 80's, but still... Everywhere I looked I was either blinded by the colors or having a flashback to the old west. Leather fringe vests and shirts covered in Indian styled beading. Bleck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-3398162885334330013?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3398162885334330013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/06/fashion-gurus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3398162885334330013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3398162885334330013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/06/fashion-gurus.html' title='Fashion gurus'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-3305928796015675445</id><published>2009-06-08T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:30:39.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old age = Ditzy moments</title><content type='html'>So I've come to the conclusion that the older I get the more scatterbrained/ditzy/retarded I get. At the rate I'm going I'm going to be a drooling vegetable by the time I'm thirty! It used to be that Rachael had all the blonde moments, but i tell you what I think I need to be changing my hair color. Some examples: Last week gas prices went up to 2.50. I'm driving by the gas station and I'm thinking, man that sucks! It'll be three bucks by tomorrow! Because in my mind, the three dollar mark was coming right after 2.59. Hello Amber! This is not time, it's money. Then a couple days later I go to Hollywood Video to rent TrueBlood. It's a series on HBO; it's supposed to be really good. So I walk over to get the DVD. I pick it up, it says complete first season and I think great! So I take it home and plop it in the DVD player. And guess what? It was only for the last two episodes. That would have been great if I had watched the first 10 episodes already! Jeez... But in my defense the sticker with the barcode for Hollywood Video was covering up the part that said Disc 5 Epsiodes 11 &amp;amp;12. So now I have to take it back and see if they will let me trade it for the first disc without charging me. But I'm gonna guess it'll be a no go. We'll see. And yet another example. Yesterday I'm leaving church and I have to go to the grocery store on my way home. I was craving chicken and we didn't have any. So I'm driving down the street. There are multiple stop signs, and I stop for all of them. Then I get down to the main road. I stop, look both ways, no cars so I go. About halfway through the intersection the light turns green. And the only reason I noticed that I had just run a red light, is because it caught my attention when the light changed. It didn't even occur to me that I was sitting at a light. Or that I had to wait for it to turn green. I fully expect to receive a ticket in the mail sometime this week. Just my luck....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-3305928796015675445?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3305928796015675445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-age-ditzy-moments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3305928796015675445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3305928796015675445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-age-ditzy-moments.html' title='Old age = Ditzy moments'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-4537550780747211394</id><published>2009-05-29T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:19:54.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix me PLEASE!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I am feeling very much like my eggo is preggo. I woke up starving so I grab a salad to eat on my way to work cuz that's what I was craving. And now three hours later the smell of the dressing has me dry heaving. I'm having to breathe through my mouth so I don't gag. I actually had to set the garbage can outside just now so I could continue sitting at my desk. I don't know what my deal is. Lately smells have been getting to me like nothing else. I usually have a pretty strong stomach, but lately just the thought of some smells has me gagging. I actually threw up two weeks ago because of the smell of my Nilla wafers. What?! I can't remember the last time I actually threw up. I love Nilla wafers and usually eat them by the box. But at the moment just the thought of them is making my mouth water, and not in a good way. I wish I could just waltz into a hospital and say, "I'd like to get fixed please." The way you can take your dog or cat into the vet and get them "fixed". Wouldn't that be so nice? You wouldn't have any periods, you wouldn't have to worry about ever getting preggo and all the nasty side effects that come with being preggo. Feeling nauseous is just about the worst feeling in whole world. I hate it! It gives you a headache and makes you feel achy and tired and grumpy. This is pretty much just a pity me post. Thanks for reading if you made it all the way through. Love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-4537550780747211394?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4537550780747211394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/fix-me-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4537550780747211394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4537550780747211394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/fix-me-please.html' title='Fix me PLEASE!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-4673843141233610498</id><published>2009-05-26T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:26:27.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>So I spent my memorial weekend down in salt lake with my friend Tara. It was a blast! It was a much needed vacay... even though I don't really work that hard. :) We babysat Ashley's dogs since she was down in Florida visiting her brother. It was a mad house! She has a rottweiller that is huge! I thought he was part Great Dane when I first saw him. Then she has a Golden Retriever and a hound. Add to that Tara's dog Phantom, he's a mix, and her little dog Sadie and her parent's Dautschand, Dexter, and it was crazy! The little weiner dog, Dexter, was trying to hump the golden retriever, Sage, who did not like that at all. Then Blue, the rottweiller, didn't like Phantom so they were fighting and chasing each other all over the house. Blue has a problem with drooling. It was disgusting. We had Ash's three dogs in the backseat of Tara's car and Blue would stick his head up front to be with us. I had to use my purse as a shield against his drool. It was running down my arm and everytime he would close his mouth it would splatter all over us. It was a very long car ride to drop him back off at Ashley's house. Needless to say I had to go home and change my shirt because it was covered in dog slobber. Tara and Ashley also adopted a kitten. He is only two weeks old and his name is Cartman. He is a persian so his ears are all squished to his head. We had to bottle feed him every couple of hours. But it was okay. Most places let us take him inside with us. We went to the Mayan for dinner. It was crazy how those divers would just leap off the rocks doing flips. I don't think I could do that. I can only image how that job interview would go. After dinner we went to layton and hung out with some of Tara's friends. Then headed down to Spanish Fork to a lodge where we played pool and watched movies. We did a lot of driving that night. :) The next day we slept in and then got lunch at Mimi's Cafe. It was really good. I got this turkey sandwich on ciabatta bread. I could only eat half of it because it was so big! Then we topped the meal off with a chocolate shake from McDonalds! YUMMY! That night we went to a bar. I know, I know. Bad Amber. Whatever, it was so much fun! It was this Irish pub and it had kareokee and dancing and it was so much fun! We danced the night away and sang along with kareokee people. It was a blast! I wanted to get up and sing but Tara wouldn't do it with me. Maybe next time... Monday I went out to Tooele and put flowers on Chris's mom's grave. I couldn't believe how many people were at the cemetary. Crazy. Then I went to a barbeque with Lisa and Bruce. They are a couple that I worked with up in Alaska. I love these guys! Their kids are awesome. Syd is going to be a senior this next year and Boon is almost 16 I think. He used to be annoying when I first met him. But now he just makes me laugh. I am going down to stay with them for a weekend in June and I can't wait. Overall it was a dang fun weekend. Hope everyone else had a fun weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-4673843141233610498?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4673843141233610498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4673843141233610498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4673843141233610498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-weekend.html' title='Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-6593957599411288700</id><published>2009-05-20T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:54:37.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Trove</title><content type='html'>I had a baby shower that I went to last night. So I'm at K-mart buying the little guy some clothes and of course I had to pick up some for Rachie's little girl... I love baby clothes! So cute how little they are! Anywhoo, I walk over to the Dollar Tree to buy a bag and tissue paper because it's cheap right? This Dollar Tree was amazing! I've been to dollar stores before, obviously:), but this one was awesome! They had an entire isle dedicated just to gift bags. They were bags that were so cute. You would of paid 5 bucks at Target or Walmart for bags that looked just like these ones. And the tissue paper was in bulk. Which I didn't need, but it was still a great deal. 20 - 40 sheets of sparkly or colored tissue paper for $1!!! SWEEET!! They had lotions that were name brands just in smaller size. And everything is really just a dollar! I hate those dollar stores where they charge you MORE than a dollar. Family Dollar is very guilty of doing this... I got a three pack of Spearmint flavored Certs for just a buck! I love Certs! And I got a four pack of Extra gum. It's a new flavor called Supermint. It;s definitely super... I think I inhaled when I went to put it in my mouth because I was choking for about three minutes afterward. Jennie was laughing her head off which made me laugh which made me choke even harder... Needless to say I was crying by the time I could breathe again. :) You could buy flip flops, kids swimming suits, preggo tests (not sure how reliable those would be, just sayin...) decorations for all holidays, lotions, makeup, food... It was seriously a little treasure trove. I want to go back! Just thought I would share so that you can all get in on the great deals. Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-6593957599411288700?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6593957599411288700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/treasure-trove.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6593957599411288700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6593957599411288700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/treasure-trove.html' title='Treasure Trove'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-1760039416830504821</id><published>2009-05-16T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:18:04.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-men Rock!</title><content type='html'>So I just saw the new x-men movie, Wolverine and it rocked! I love Hugh Jackman. Did anyone else notice that we totally got a great view of his lovely behind??? Do you think it was a stunt double? I sure hope not. That man has got one fine lookin body. I'm not sure who played his brother in the movie, but I don't think I will ever be able to see another movie with him in it without viewing him as being evil. Kinda like I can't watch a movie with Glenn Close in it when she is trying to play a good guy because she is so totally evil from the movie 101 Dalmations. Some people are just born to play certain roles, like Hugh Jackman who was born to play the role of the hero, and a good lookin one at that. I'm going to see the new Angels and Demons movie tonight and I'm anxious to see if it is as good as the book. Probably not since I have yet to see a movie that can compare to the book, but I have my fingers crossed that one day it will happen. It doesn't matter if the movie is as great as the book because regardless Dan Brown is an awesome writer. He is one of the few mystery/suspense novelists that I actually like. That's all I have to say on that matter. LAter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-1760039416830504821?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1760039416830504821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/x-men-rock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/1760039416830504821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/1760039416830504821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/x-men-rock.html' title='X-men Rock!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-2733269828401922814</id><published>2009-05-13T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:25:50.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OtTeR POPS*****</title><content type='html'>This is just a shout out to one of my favorite summer treats... Otter Pops! I used to eat these all the time when I was younger. Pink, Orange, Blue, Green.. okay they are all my favorite flavors. It had been years since I had eaten them until I started dating Chris. We used buy them by the box and finish it off within a week. We would just grab a handful of them and watch a movie and eat like 10 each! My favorite is when they start to get a little melted and you can just suck it right out of the plastic... My snowcone earlier tonight reminded me of them. I was eating my gummi worm flavored snowcone and I kept thinking 'what does this remind me of?' It tasted like something that I couldn't quite name. And of course it wasn't the snowcone it was reminding me of... duh. It took me about five minutes of wracking my brain before I finally remembered what it was. ANd then I couldn't stop smiling! OTTER POPS! They always bring a smile to my face. But now I feel the need to go out and buy a box. Maybe I'll hold off to see if the craving goes away... But I doubt that it will. I'll keep you updated. It's a totally random post, but I felt the need to share my love of otter pops with everyone so they might feel tempted to go out and buy some. You don't know what you are missing if you have never had an otter pop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-2733269828401922814?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2733269828401922814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/otter-pops.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/2733269828401922814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/2733269828401922814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/otter-pops.html' title='OtTeR POPS*****'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-8431375708111938745</id><published>2009-05-13T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:12:43.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow I will officially be 22! I think this sounds extremely old, but Rach thinks it sounds young. But since this is MY blog, we're gonna go with my opinion. LOL. Now that I'm starting to get on in years, or so some people think, I have to wonder why some people think I should have gotten married at the age of 18? They make me feel like I'm going on 40 instead of just 22! Funny story... I went to my FHE group for the first time a month ago and we had to all go around and introduce ourselves and tell them about our family. So I say that I am a twin and I have a little sister. The bishop asks me why my twin isn't in the ward with me and I reply that she is married and about to have a baby and that she just graduated. To which a girl in my group replies, "Do you feel like a total failure compared to her?" !!! Can you believe that?! I didn't until you said that, dumb jerk! So what that I haven't graduated from school yet? What makes her think that I WANT to be married and having a baby?! Some people are so close minded. It drives me crazy. Only in Mormonville, USA do people make you feel bad for making it to your twenties without getting married. And just to answer that question, no I do not feel like a total failure compared to Rachael. I like my life just the way it is. I'm excited to be turning 22 and still be single. I'm excited to see what this new year in my life will bring. I wonder what presents I'll get??? I love getting presents! That's probably the only thing that I like about Christmas... I know, I'm a scrooge.. oh well! So I don't really have anything else to post about my birthday since it hasn't actually happened... :) I'll let you know how it goes!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335403971576461234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SgsppNsF97I/AAAAAAAAAA8/QLNVaK_DRgo/s320/birthday.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-8431375708111938745?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8431375708111938745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8431375708111938745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8431375708111938745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SgsppNsF97I/AAAAAAAAAA8/QLNVaK_DRgo/s72-c/birthday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-5588365972062746314</id><published>2009-05-07T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:38:46.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SnOw CoNeS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I had my first snow cone of the season and it was awesome! It could have used a little bit more juice, but the flavor was still everything I had imagined it to be! I love the green apple flavor. Rach says it smells like vomit, but trust me it doesn't. And it definitely doesn't taste like vomit! I tried a new flavor called gummi worm, it's a combo of green apple and blue raspberry and it was pretty dang good. I love that you can get such a yummy, cold treat for so cheap! I'm definitely looking forward to getting another one. It will just be one of many for the coming summer! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333168724757660226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SgM4suZnQkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oKTeMxD5198/s320/snowcones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-5588365972062746314?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5588365972062746314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/snow-cones.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5588365972062746314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/5588365972062746314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/snow-cones.html' title='SnOw CoNeS!!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SgM4suZnQkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oKTeMxD5198/s72-c/snowcones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-2837673505619848835</id><published>2009-05-06T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:06:09.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic, Fantasy and Sci-Fi... I heart you!</title><content type='html'>So I am one of those people who loves the sci-fi movies and the vampire books. I love getting caught up in a different world when I'm reading. It makes life seem so much more exciting when you think about all the possibilities. Too bad it's all fiction. :( I like to daydream about some vampire prince coming into my life looking like some guy off the cover of a romance novel and sweeping me off my feet.... Just kidding! lol. But seriously, I think I would like to be young forever. Think of all the things that you could do! Anywhoo I'm excited to see the new X-men origins movie! Wolverine is hot! Okay so maybe it's more that Hugh Jackman is hot, but it's basically the same thing. :) That's really all I have to say. And now everyone knows that one of my quirks is the love of the impossible and unknown. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-2837673505619848835?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2837673505619848835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/magic-fantasy-and-sci-fi-i-heart-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/2837673505619848835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/2837673505619848835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/magic-fantasy-and-sci-fi-i-heart-you.html' title='Magic, Fantasy and Sci-Fi... I heart you!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-9185372297218944645</id><published>2009-05-04T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:39:20.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>I love road trips. Today me, rach, ben and beaner all drove down to logan to pick up beaner's horses. It wasn't really a road trip since it only lasted a day, but it was still fun. I love going for long drives with people that I love. Going on a drive on a sunny day and listening to music and laughing and taking in the sights is probably one of my favorite things to do. It started out that just bean was going to pick up her horses. But then I wanted to go because I thought it would be nice to go on a drive. So I called into work and requested the day off, which I got because I have a pretty cool boss. Then Rach decided that she wanted to go so she called ben at work to let him know. And then HE decided that he wanted to go so he got off work and the road trip was set into motion. So once it was decided that we were all going along for the drive we loaded up the horse trailer and took off. Of course we had to stop and grab some Wendy's for lunch. I love the fries with my frosty! Then we stopped at the gas station and picked up some water bottles and sunflower seeds. It isn't a road trip without sunflower seeds. Once we got to logan we loaded up bean's desk from my grandma;s house and headed to LaBeau's for a shake. I love their shakes. I was first introduced to this place down at Bear Lake, but now they have one in Logan! Then we loaded up the horses and headed back home. It was very uninventful, but still a lot of fun. I love hanging out with my sisters. We laughed the whole drive, listened to Totally Hits 2001 and reminisced about the old days and just had fun. Gotta love road trips!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-9185372297218944645?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/9185372297218944645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/9185372297218944645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/9185372297218944645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-6913409407185080875</id><published>2009-04-23T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:19:29.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivers</title><content type='html'>I HATE other drivers! I can't figure out where most people learned to drive. They are either swerving all over the road, they don't know how to use a blinker, don't know how to properly use their brakes or they are old and senile and shouldn't even be on the road! Like today, I'm getting off at the Rexburg exit and there is a Yukon in front of me. They did NOT know how to properly use their brakes. They would push on them and then let up, over and over, and then they were doing some kind of tap dance on them like they were trying to spell something out with morse code. If you are going to use your brake then apply steady pressure, otherwise take your stupid foot off the gas and let yourself slow down naturally! They should really teach people how to be courteous to other drivers in drivers ed. Everyday when I leave work I have to pull out of my parking lot onto the busiest street in Rexburg. There is a stoplight about a twenty yards ahead of where I have to pull out. Nobody ever lets me in! I have to wait until the light up ahead has turned green so that all the cars pull forward AND wait for the light behind to turn red so that no new cars pull up. And when the light up ahead turns red, instead of somebody stopping farther back so I can get my nose out there, they pull forward until they are kissing the bumper in front of them! How rude! It is so frustrating! And blinkers! I don't really care for blinkers. I hate the noise that they make. But I use them if there is another car behind because it's the courteous thing to do right? I hate it when someone doesn't use a blinker to show they are turning. If they aren't using a blinker then I have no idea why they are slowing down, which makes me ride their butt for going so slow. Which probably isn't the best thing, I know people hate people like me who ride their tails, but just go faster! And then we get to old people. I love my grandparents, but I seriously think old people are stupid. Literally. If you can't go the speed limit then get off the road. If you can't stay in one lane, get off the road. If you can't see over the steering wheel, get off the road. If you can't hear your blinker going off for the last ten minutes then GET OFF THE ROAD! This is a newspaper article from the USA Today to prove my point about old people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, As you suit up and ride out today, keep in mind that driving is not a calling for all of your fellow motorists.A case in point is a 69-year-old German woman who, according to a Reuters report, was involved in three car accidents this week in less than an hour. She crashed into three cars while trying to exit a supermarket parking lot on a Baltic resort island. Then she accidentally stepped on the accelerator and sped across a nearby lawn, crashing into the house. As she was being taken to the hospital, the ambulance was hit by a truck, which wasn't really her fault.Miraculously, there were no serious injuries but it does give one pause. Even if you're not on a Baltic resort island, how do you avoid drivers like this unfortunate motorist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see my point?! Maybe I just suffer from road rage, but seriously... come on! Either get with the program or get out of my way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-6913409407185080875?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6913409407185080875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/04/drivers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6913409407185080875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/6913409407185080875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/04/drivers.html' title='Drivers'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-7468100064352869009</id><published>2009-04-17T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:33:20.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35 Things I love/want to accomplish in life</title><content type='html'>So i totally stole this from another kid's blog, but I really liked the idea. His was about the 50 things he wanted to accomplish in his life, but I can't really think of 50 things I want to do so I'm throwing in things that I love too and reducing the number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Work in Antarctica! I want to see the penguins and visit the south pole and help with all the research they do down there!&lt;br /&gt;2. I LOVE Quizno's. I just had one yesterday and I could have eaten two of those YUMMY sandwiches!&lt;br /&gt;3. Study abroad for a semester. I don't care where, I just want to use my passport again!&lt;br /&gt;4. Get my Master's degree in Zoology&lt;br /&gt;5. ChOcOlAtE!!! God's gift to me!&lt;br /&gt;6. Go back to Scotland and travel the countryside for at least a month&lt;br /&gt;6. Spend a summer backpacking in Europe and visiting all the famous restaurants. Especially in Italy!&lt;br /&gt;7. See a Broadway play or musical in the Big Apple&lt;br /&gt;8. Own a house on the beach&lt;br /&gt;9. Skydiving! or Base Jumping... which one is less dangerous?&lt;br /&gt;10. My kitty cat Deke! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;11. Love reading a really good book. The one where you just lose yourself and it feels like you're living the story.&lt;br /&gt;12. LOVE the smell right after it rains. Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;13. I want to be the BEST aunt in the whole world and spoil them crazy!&lt;br /&gt;14. Visit every continent&lt;br /&gt;15. Write a children's book, or ten&lt;br /&gt;16. Love having friends that I can laugh with&lt;br /&gt;17. ALASKA!!!&lt;br /&gt;18. Save a homeless person. Give them the fresh start they need&lt;br /&gt;19. Own a motorcyle and rule the road with it! lol&lt;br /&gt;20. Own a home that is 100% Eco-friendly&lt;br /&gt;21. SAVE THE WHALES! hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;22. Serve a mission when I'm retired&lt;br /&gt;23. Learn to speak french and spanish&lt;br /&gt;24. Become a gourmet chef in my own kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;25. Become brave enough to sing in public&lt;br /&gt;26. Learn how to salsa dance!&lt;br /&gt;27. Raise my kids to always follow their hearts&lt;br /&gt;28. Rescue as many animals as I can&lt;br /&gt;29. Love snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;30. Sea turtles- they're huge!&lt;br /&gt;31. Live with no regrets&lt;br /&gt;32. Die doing something amazing! Bungee jumping, boating, riding a motorcycle, etc...&lt;br /&gt;33. Save the rainforest!&lt;br /&gt;34. Love that my sisters are my two best friens&lt;br /&gt;35. Make every person I know LAUGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-7468100064352869009?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7468100064352869009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/04/35-things-i-lovewant-to-accomplish-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/7468100064352869009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/7468100064352869009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/04/35-things-i-lovewant-to-accomplish-in.html' title='35 Things I love/want to accomplish in life'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-1434518681446379130</id><published>2009-04-16T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:30:18.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SpRiNg TiMe!!!</title><content type='html'>It's finally here! I am so excited! Spring is my second favorite season (fall being the first). I love seeing all the flowers growing and the grass starting to green up. And the smell of the rain... nothing beats that. AHHH! I don't know why but today I am off the walls happy!!! Don't you just love that feeling, the one where you feel like anything could happen and that life is just freaking awesome?!? That's totally where I'm at today and I have to admit I L-O-V-E it! Rach brought me a chocolate frosty at work today. Thanks Rachie!!! Maybe that's why I'm so happy. Anyone who knows me knows that chocolate and ice cream are two of my FAVORITE things in the whole world! Jeez, could I use anymore exclamation points today? But I just can't help it! I'm sitting at work with my chick music blasting (softly, since I AM at work lol :) ), posting on my blog, which happens to be an addiction for me (if more exciting things happened to me, I would post more often), I'm wearing one of my favorite shirts, I'm having a pretty good hair day and my makeup is totally rockin! Sigh... Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;Jennie, I know you are reading this, I love you! And I think you have a pretty good idea why I'm so excited! YAY!!! I'm grinning from ear to ear and laughing randomly at absolutely nothing and totally excited for what ever might happen. Life is just good. For everyone else who aren't in on the joke, just be happy that I'm happy. And know that I love all of you and I wish you were here at work with me so we could all laugh and jam out to chick music together! Peace out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-1434518681446379130?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1434518681446379130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-time.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/1434518681446379130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/1434518681446379130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-time.html' title='SpRiNg TiMe!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-3252075052936646997</id><published>2009-04-10T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:10:35.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Props to Rach</title><content type='html'>So I just wanted to give a shoutout to my twin sis who beat me. She has graduated with her bachelor's degree in communications (boring!) and I still have about two years left. Oh well. But in my defense I have done a lot of fun things that I wouldn't have been able to do if I had been in school. I stayed an extra month in Alaska and spent the rest of the semester traveling. I went and stayed in san diego with a friend for two weeks, went to vegas for a week with my mom, spent time with the fam in utah and just enjoyed myself. I took night classes so I could work full time, went and spent a couple weeks with Rach out in california, worked at an exotic vet clinic in utah, got to live in salt lake city(love it there!) and spent three summers in alaska. I think I got the better end of things if I compared what I got to do to spending the last four years in school, but whatev. I am still going to school. I WILL get my degree, I'm just taking my time to get it done. Congrats Rachael! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I am loving my job. I have the best boss. He is totally laid back, easy to talk to and he's pretty funny. It feels amazing to be working again! It's just nice to get out of the house. I'm looking forward to what life will bring. I get to spend this weekend with the fam for easter, I have a girls trip planned with some friends from salt lake, I'm going to Lake Powell in June and I am going to be the best aunt ever to my future niece who comes September 5th! And then I get to go back to school on September 10th and all my generals are done! Hallelujah!!! Now I get to focus on just biology and animals and I can't freakin wait! Life is good! I'm just excited to get back to living MY life. The single life is so the way to go. Or maybe I'm just being selfish?.... No Way! I deserve to have some fun and just live it up. So here's to me and my new single life! Toast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-3252075052936646997?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3252075052936646997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/04/props-to-rach.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3252075052936646997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3252075052936646997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/04/props-to-rach.html' title='Props to Rach'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-7082772875932504490</id><published>2009-03-25T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:39:34.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a Single Girl</title><content type='html'>Okay so I first have to say that I did NOT get the job in Alaska... Bummer I know. But the very next day I got a job offer at Farmer's Insurance so I guess there's a reason that I'm staying around. I also found out that I got re-accepted to BYU-Idaho on the Fall/Spring track. So I start school on Sept. 10. I have to say that I am extremely excited that I will not be on campus during the winter. Parking is a nightmare. The whole point of people living on campus is so that they don't have to drive and can save gas money... Hello! I need a parking spot people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo... I have to say that I love Sex and the City; the series and the movie. They make it look so glamorous dating all different kinds of people and going to parties and staying out late. Wish I lived in Manhattan. Did you know that I am the last of my friends who is not married? It's ridiculous. And not only am I the only single girl, all my friends are now having babies (except Heather, YAY!). I am only 22 (almost) and I feel like an old maid! All of Brianna's friends who are only 19 are getting married. And that really makes me feel old. It's kinda depressing. It would be better if I wasn't going to a mormon school, but since I am I have to deal with it. I'm going to describe the dating life of a 22 year old girl at BYU-Idaho. First off any guy who is cool is married, soon to be married or seriously dating someone. Any guy who is a pre-mi (under 19) is only looking for someone to make out with before they go celibate for the next two years. And besides they are WAY too young for me. I tried the younger guy remember? It didn't work out so well. Then if the guy is a returned missionary he is going to be weird at least for the first year. And once they start getting serious they want someone who is under the age of 19 so that they can have a "young" wife... 18 is still legal. Then if by some miracle you get asked out it feels like you are at an interview. They ask you how many kids you want, if you want to be a stay at home mom (which I most definitely DO NOT), if you pay tithing on your net or gross income. It's more intense than a temple interview! And then of course there is the inevitable and dreaded question... "What is your major?" Can they not come up with a more original question than that? What does my major have to do with who I am as a person??? Being a biology major has nothing to do with the fact that I love to laugh and read and that purple and green are my favorite colors. Come on guys! So to sum up my choices here they are: I can date a married man (always tempting), hook up with a player, lie about my age or talk about having kids with some guy I don't even like. It's a rough life I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if any of you know a man who does NOT fit into the categories mentioned above, who doesn't mind dating a girl my size, and is fun to hang out with, let me know. I think I'm ready to start dating again. Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-7082772875932504490?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7082772875932504490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-of-single-girl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/7082772875932504490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/7082772875932504490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-of-single-girl.html' title='Life of a Single Girl'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-8213757539671036075</id><published>2009-03-17T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:19:48.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patty's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is a GREAT day! Because it is the holiday where you are required to wear green, my favorite color! And if you like to party it is completely appropriate to get smash-face wasted! WOOT! WOOT! Not that I'm going to be one of those people... I'm just saying. Anywhoo I find out tonight if I get to go back to Alaska and I have all of my fingers and toes crossed that it happens. Sorry that the last couple of posts have been so negative and cranky, but I assure you that I am 100 percent A-OKAY!  So I'm just hangin out at Rachael's house, which I do almost every day. And her "lap dog" Fancy (who by the way is a 60 lb pit bull) is so spoiled. More spoiled than my Dekers! Yesterday we went to run errands and Fancy pants had to come along.  She pouted in the back seat until I let her come up front and sit in my lap. It was one of the most uncomfortable rides ever. She is currently sitting on Rachael's lap as I type while Rach is trying to work on her computer. When she takes a nap Rachael wraps her up in a blanket to make a "Fancy Taco". Heaven forbid the dog is cold while she's napping! :) On a personal note I talked to my ex today and it was great! In the way that I now know without a doubt in my mind that I am so over him! Yay for me! I just had to share that happy news with you guys. Tonight I have my enrichment birthday party. Normally I don't do enrichment but since I have become a member of the board I'm kinda obligated to go. Oh well. It's going to be fun (I'm trying to think positive). We are doing a black and white theme with a taco bar and lots of chocolate desserts! Can't go wrong with chocolate! I'm just rambling so I'll end now and hopefully my next post will have happy news!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-8213757539671036075?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8213757539671036075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8213757539671036075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8213757539671036075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy St. Patty&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-4456534364409365318</id><published>2009-03-13T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:02:26.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I wish I could claim that it was my spring break that took us to Montana to some super nice hot springs, but I would have to be enrolled in school to have a spring break. So we went for Bean's spring break to Fairmont Hot Springs. It was amazing. Two days of nothing but chillaxing in hot pools. We went into Deer Lodge and went to the old prison there. It was pretty cool. Bean was scared. She jumped every time she saw a doll posing as a character. I have to admit that i am extremely glad that I wasn't imprisoned back in the old days. They had this place there called the 'hole'. They would lock the prisoners in cells underground and only give them meals every three days for ten days. Crazy! Anywho it was a nice getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is totally off topic of spring break, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I get to go back to Alaska this summer! I hope hope hope that it happens. I just need to runaway for awhile. I'm sick of being surrounded by people and stress. I just want to get away and have fun and not deal with people. I wouldn't do the dock staff which is fine, I would be the nanny for the kids. I love those little kids. I find out next week. I'll keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-4456534364409365318?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4456534364409365318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4456534364409365318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4456534364409365318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-1825000907341879166</id><published>2009-03-03T11:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:57:43.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor</title><content type='html'>Okay so I know that there are going to be about a million and one posts about the Bachelor, but I felt the need to give my opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SUCKED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only started watching it when he had three girls left and narrowed it down to Molly and Melissa. And from the first time I watched it I could see how cute Melissa and Jason were together. I LOVE Melissa. Don't get me wrong, Molly is beautiful and sweet but there was just something about Mel. So when he picked her last night I was actually screaming. I was so excited because the guy had finally picked the right girl. And then the 'After the Final Rose' came on and I couldn't believe it! What a flaming douche bag to dump Mel on public television and say that he was still in love with Molly! I have to say she acted very ladylike. I would have kicked him in the gonads and kneed him in the face as he fell. I was pissed! I don't usually get this worked up over the BAchelor because the chances of it actually working are very slim. But this time it made me so angry. Maybe because I recently went through my own heartbreak... who knows. I'm happy that Molly got her prince charming back because it's sad that she had to deal with the rejection. But Jason does not deserve her! Okay that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-1825000907341879166?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1825000907341879166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/03/bachelor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/1825000907341879166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/1825000907341879166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/03/bachelor.html' title='The Bachelor'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-1134295547622798201</id><published>2009-02-20T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:58:22.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I L-O-V-E my kitty!</title><content type='html'>I know you probably don't want to hear about my cat, but since I have nothing to do during the day he is my little buddy and we do everything together. If I'm in the kitchen, then he's in the kitchen, if I'm outside then he has to go outside too. He sits on the rug in the bathroom while I shower and patiently waits for me to get out. And then he plays with wet feet while I brush my teeth. I smile every time I see him. He is 6 1/2 months old! I can't believe how big he is getting. He is going to be my little mountain lion! Rachael says I shouldn't call him my baby boy because it's weird, but he is my baby! So i am going to talk about him and tell all kinds of funny stories just like anyone else would about their baby. He is the most curious kitty in the world. I call him George some days just because he is so nosy about everything. The other day he saw flies up in my window but he couldn't reach, so I lifted him up and he attacked! Of course he caught them and then he ate them... kinda gross. This morning he was sitting under my curtains. They are sheer so he can kinda see through them and he would tilt his head all the way back so he could see behind him and then just meow. I guess he liked what he saw! So he starts twitching his tail which causes the curtain to move and then he thinks something is attacking him! So he starts attacking the curtain! I was laughing so hard. He is the cutest thing ever! I can't say no to his baby blues or his cuddly fur. When he is just waking up he gets the best look on his face with his fur all crazy and squinty eyes. It's a mix between 'hi mom' and 'why did you wake me up?' Okay you probably think i'm a crazy cat lady now but I love him.&lt;br /&gt;Update on my life- So not much has really happened. I have an interview with a party rental company that sounds like a fun job. Fingers crossed for that one! I applied to even more jobs yesterday and I am currently in the process of applying for waitressing positions. Do they hire you if you have no experience??? This is totally off topic of jobs, but i love music! I know most people love music but it seriously makes me happy. When I feel angry or crazy or happy or sad, there's a song for everything! Wish I had more to share but since my life (social or otherwise) is nonexistent I got nothing else to say. Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-1134295547622798201?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1134295547622798201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-l-o-v-e-my-kitty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/1134295547622798201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/1134295547622798201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-l-o-v-e-my-kitty.html' title='I L-O-V-E my kitty!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-7971630300557143035</id><published>2009-02-14T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:02:33.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah...</title><content type='html'>So I haven't posted in a long time (the tag doesn't count) but it's only because nothing has happened! My life has become BORING! I still haven't found a job, I have no money, and everyone I know is married, having children and buying new cars. Geez, when did my life start sucking?! Oh wait, I remember. But it was for the best. I even had one of my professors tell me that even though he only met chris once, he knew that I could do a lot better than him. That made me feel better :) Thanks Bro Waddoups! Anywho I'm going to go through my daily schedule so you can all see how ridiculous my life has become. I wake up whenever, eat cereal, watch a couple episodes of Dharma and Greg (love this show!), some days I shower- it really just depends on my mood, then I play with the dogs, take a nap with my favorite kitty, watch a movie, some nights I cook but mostly I just throw a corn dog in the microwave or eat cold cereal and then watch my nightly shows until I fall asleep. This would be nice day off, or even a really relaxing weekend, but to do it EVERY day is making me sick! I just want to work and make money and feel productive. My super sensitive sister told me that I'm not "totally" worthless, only kinda. That made me feel super great about myself! Thanks Rach! But seriously I really really really do not like my life right now. If I had the money I would just run away to some foreign country and hitch hike around.  On a side note- I'm listening in to the guys sitting next to me talking about valentine's day and it is making me laugh! They are saying how ridiculous this holiday is ( which I totally agree, but only because I'm single, otherwise I love it) and they just said that St. Valentine (who the holiday is named after) was Catholic and celibate! So why is a day dedicated to lovers?! Okay back to me. Funny story about my dog Joe. My dad made choc chip cookies yesterday. We left them out on the counter on a rag while we went to a movie and when we got home she had pulled the rag off and eaten the entire batch of cookies! My dad was pissed! Needless to say Joe had to sleep outside. And now she is so bloated. She looks like she is getting ready to give birth to 15 puppies! okay well that about sums up my life right now. It's really not as bad as I make it out to be, I just like feeling sorry for myself! Haha! Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-7971630300557143035?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7971630300557143035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/7971630300557143035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/7971630300557143035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah.html' title='Blah...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-8522891968652972760</id><published>2009-02-14T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:45:43.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Tagged</title><content type='html'>Bold the items you have done:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Started your own blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Been to Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Held a Praying Mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sang a solo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;17. Been to the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa at the Louvre&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Slept on a train&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hitch hiked&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Alaskans are so nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hit a home run- Are we talking baseball or sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seen an Amish community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; I wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Gone rock climbing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Had your portrait painted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Been in a movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- Home videos count right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Started a business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-my sisters and i used to write our own books and sell them on the side of the road with lemonade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gone whale watching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eaten Caviar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tied a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Been fired from a job- Rexburg Opinion Center sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Broken a Bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Published a book &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- Yummy fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Saved someone’s life- Do animals count?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- I haven't "met" someone, but I did see Genevieve in the airport one time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I would totally do this if someone had one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Visited Italy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag heather, rachael, jodie and emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-8522891968652972760?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8522891968652972760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-tagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8522891968652972760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/8522891968652972760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got Tagged'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-3192529968842527858</id><published>2009-01-26T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:01:11.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Happens</title><content type='html'>So I don't really have anything specific to say. But I haven't posted in awhile and wanted to update so the avid readers of my stupendous blog, all three or four of you :), would know what's what in my life. I went down to Sin City last weekend for my great-grandma's 89th birthday bash! Talk about a long drive. If any of you read Rachael's blog ignore her if she tries to talk about how awful the drive was since she didn't drive AT ALL on the drive down and only for three hours on the drive back. It was a last minute decision to go since somebody *cough* rachael*cough* couldn't make up her mind if she wanted to come down or not. She decided at about 7 o'clock at night. So I ended up driving through the night because pregnancy apparently makes you really tired. An excuse if you ask me... Anywho it was a fun drive with the sisters. Bean provided the junk food, Rachael provided the gas, and I provided the driving services. We rolled into town around 5 AM. I was exhausted. Don't worry though, Rach woke me up at 8 because she couldn't sleep. At the party I saw about 80 people that I didn't recognize, but who all seemed to know me. Don't you hate that? When you go to a family function and everyone claims to know you and for all you know they could be some hobo off  the street looking for a free meal! But the party turned out great and my grandma was very excited that everyone could be there. The next day we went swimming (in the middle of January!) and I got a tan line! It was pretty awesome! Then just us kids went out on the town. Okay me rach and bean only made it through dinner before we called it a night. We had been on the strip the night before and I gotta be honest when I say once you've seen it one time is enough. Not that I don't love all the sparkly lights but being around so many people is exhausting. Not to mention having to practically babysit Rachael. I forgot how much work she requires. She almost gave me a heart attack when she ran out in the street because she needed water from the Mcdonald's across the street.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I have moved back to Idaho to help my dad out with all the animals. It's practically a zoo there now. We now have three dogs, three cats, a rat, and two gerbils. It's fun, but crazy. Deke is finally starting to adjust. The first couple of days were a little rough. He didn't know what to do with the big dogs so he'd just puff up in a ball and freeze. Not very smart survival wise, but oh well. The other cats HATE him! Abby, the old one, just lies on her blanket and hisses. Missy goes into full attack mode when he comes into the room. He'll walk by the table to get to his food and she'll launch herself at him! My poor baby doesn't even have claws to defend himself! But it's slowly getting better. I love my singles ward! I know most people hate singles wards, but this one has all my friends from high school and it's nice because you don't have to go through the 'interview' process with the guys. That is basically my life in  a nutshell. It';s a long post, but its been awhile. Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-3192529968842527858?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3192529968842527858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-happens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3192529968842527858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3192529968842527858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-happens.html' title='Life Happens'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-4447651785601261700</id><published>2009-01-13T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:47:40.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Deke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SWzgLo6_4VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R4-CO14WFyw/s1600-h/DSC02057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SWzgLo6_4VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R4-CO14WFyw/s320/DSC02057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290850152821547346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So most of you know that I have a super cute cat named Deke, but for those of you who don't I felt it was my responsibility that you know about the little man who is the love of my life! I adopted Deke when he was only three weeks old. He was abandoned by some mean lady who didn't want him or his brothers. I was doing my working interview at a vet clinic when he was dropped off and I just had to have him. It didn't matter that I wasn't allowed to have pets where I was living. Our first night together was a little rough because he wasn't potty trained. I finally ended up locking him in the bathroom with a litterbox. He is now going on five months and he is the fuzziest and cutest man ever! My life revolves around this little dude. He is a siamese mix so he has pretty blue eyes and the tan and gray markings. He LOVES to talk. He follows me all over the house just talking, talking, talking. If I'm in the kitchen he;s on the counter "helping" me cook. Mostly he just steals pieces of food and runs off. Decorating &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SWzhA3J0RDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kD6l8y6TpoQ/s1600-h/DSC02106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SWzhA3J0RDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kD6l8y6TpoQ/s200/DSC02106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290851067174863922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for christmas was an adventure because of course he wanted to "help" again. He thought that all the shiny decorations on the tree where his personal play things. He's very spoiled and didn't understand that they were not put there for him. And the garland was his favorite. He thought it was the best thing in the world to get all wrapped up in it like it was some kind of camouflage. He has more energy than any kid I have ever met. But I'm totally in love with him. I really can't tell him no. If he wants something he'll look at me with his head cocked to one side and just meow and it's the cutest thing ever so I give in. It's usually him wanting a drink of whatever I'm drinking or a bite of whatever I'm eating. He gets kinda gassy because of the people food but that's okay! LOL! Anywho I just wanted you all to know about the 8 inch man who rocks my world!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-4447651785601261700?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4447651785601261700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-about-deke.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4447651785601261700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4447651785601261700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-about-deke.html' title='All About Deke'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/SWzgLo6_4VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R4-CO14WFyw/s72-c/DSC02057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-3354946477287920025</id><published>2009-01-11T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:43:38.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna be the BEST aunt EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>It's about time Rachael posted that she's having a freakin baby! I've been wanting to tell everyone since i found out. I'm pretty sure that she knew before she officially found out or she at least had suspicions. A week before she found out she made me feel her boobs so i could tell her whether or not they felt swollen. Hello! Like I'm going to be the one to notice if they have gotten bigger. I think that was a question for bengy, not me. Oh well. I do what I have to... :) Anywho I am so excited! Although it feels like I'm pregnant too. Not in the actual sense but in the sense that I'm living it through Rach. And not because I want to. The day after she found out she called just to make sure that we hadn't "forgotten" that she was having a baby. How could you forget something like that?! I get daily updates on how she's feeling, her mood swings, what she read online, new statistics about miscarriages, updates on her list of things to buy, etc. You know, that normal stuff that people who are only 6 weeks along think about! Jeez the mood swings are already getting bad. For example... Rachael called me. So I do the normal thing and call back right? Apparently this was the WRONG thing to do because she somehow forgot that she had called and freaked out on me for saying that she had called me. Confusing or what?! So now when I miss a call I don't know if I should return the call or not. Will she get mad if I do call back or if I don't? Choices, choices, choices... Okay so I be exaggerating a little bit, but the story about the phone call is totally true. I've never been a big fan of children but now having to go through a pregnancy I'm pretty darn positive I never want to have children. I hate feeling sick. That is the worst feeling ever. And then I would have to get fat (fatter than I already am) and your feet get swollen and you can't sleep on your stomach! That is my favorite sleeping position! So not only do I have to go without sleep for 9 months, I have to gain weight and then push a 10 lb IT through a rather small opening, only to face 18 years of stress and craziness raising a goo-producing creature! That just has no appeal for me at all. Babies might be cute while they are sleeping but once they wake up... Hello! No thanks. But don't get me wrong. I am going to spoil my little nieces and nephews like crazy and sleep soundly every night knowing that if the kid starts crying I can just give it back! Oh the joys of being an aunt... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-3354946477287920025?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3354946477287920025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-gonna-be-best-aunt-ever.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3354946477287920025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/3354946477287920025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-gonna-be-best-aunt-ever.html' title='I&apos;m gonna be the BEST aunt EVER!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942464584544606960.post-4933505154158465277</id><published>2009-01-07T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:26:37.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow bloggers! It's me, Amber Coffey. And I'm back in the blogging world! I left when my douche bag of an ex-fiance broke my heart and canceled my wedding five weeks before we were supposed to start our forever together, but it worked out in the end. I am now living with my mom which doesn't sound too exciting but it has its perks. For example, she loves to eat out and if I go with her she buys. She also loves to shop and so do I. Which is great because then she usually buys things for me while we are at the store! My sisters would call me a mooch but I say you gotta take advantage of the good stuff while you can. I have the cutest kitty cat in the whole world. He is named Deke and he is very feisty! My world basically revolves around this little guy which is sad but so true. I have taken the semester off of school (no surprise if you know me) and have decided to just take my time and figure out what I want. I know that I want to travel. Antarctica is the first place on my list. I would also love to work at Sea World and go to Australia. I definitely want to spend a summer backpacking in Europe and sleeping in hostels and eating all kinds of crazy foods. Basically I want to see the world. Too bad that requires a lot of money. So I'll just take it one country at a time. I'm going to Haiwaii for spring break! I only got two months before we leave! And i know that Haiwaii is not a country but really a state, but since you have to cross an ocean to get to it I'm just going to pretend. I love doing spontaneous things. Like the summer that my twin sister and I decided last minute to spend our last summer together working at a fish factory in Alaska! I L-O-V-E Alaska! I would move there in a heartbeat. I know that it gets cold in the winter but it's totally worth it. It is beautiful! I have spent three summers up there and I miss it everyday. I love being out in 'nature' although I'm not a huge fan of exercise... If you saw me you would understand. I HATE running but love going for easy walks and riding my bike. I love boating and fishing. Four wheeling and snow mobiling are definitely activities that I like to do. I love reading. I own a lot of books. I love reading a book more than once too. You catch more details the second time. And I love action movies! Anything that has violence with a twist of magic and I'm all for it! 300 is probably one of the best movies created EVER. Okay I've babbled on long enough. Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942464584544606960-4933505154158465277?l=fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4933505154158465277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4933505154158465277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942464584544606960/posts/default/4933505154158465277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulouslifeofamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00345679792906928039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uusOU_uykZo/S3R44eAF7dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uq5W_nqutj4/S220/18149_1338005088248_1174745568_1044760_6460087_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
