<?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-4348514620073236291</id><updated>2011-08-18T08:11:00.386-07:00</updated><category term='Pe'/><title type='text'>Life Of Amanda(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-319409422331997512</id><published>2010-11-19T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:52:02.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TOcbGY-l-UI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ny_KjJUSVuQ/s1600/3_George_Brown_College_low_res_new.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TOcbGY-l-UI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ny_KjJUSVuQ/s400/3_George_Brown_College_low_res_new.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541427663100836162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I attended an information night at George Brown College for the chef school!  Up until last night my dream of becoming a pastry chef felt like just a dream but being in that college really opened my eyes that I can really go to school and become a pastry chef.  George Brown is an amazing school.  I was amazed by how excited all the students were when they were showing us around the campus.  The kitchens that these students get to cook in everyday are unreal!  I was told last night that they cook/bake up to 6 hours each day!  I was in baking heaven!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-319409422331997512?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/319409422331997512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-4.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/319409422331997512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/319409422331997512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-4.html' title='Day 4!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TOcbGY-l-UI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ny_KjJUSVuQ/s72-c/3_George_Brown_College_low_res_new.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-5651069045002248534</id><published>2010-11-14T12:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T12:36:36.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3!</title><content type='html'>Today you had to post a picture of the cast from your favourite TV show!  One Tree Hill by far is my favourite TV show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TOBIMC5jkzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DPOOCAdg6W4/s1600/onetreehill-cast-03s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TOBIMC5jkzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DPOOCAdg6W4/s400/onetreehill-cast-03s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539506913439617842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-5651069045002248534?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/5651069045002248534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/5651069045002248534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/5651069045002248534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3.html' title='Day 3!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TOBIMC5jkzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DPOOCAdg6W4/s72-c/onetreehill-cast-03s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-7090953978921437924</id><published>2010-11-12T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T07:32:16.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2!</title><content type='html'>Today's challenge was a picture of you and someone who you have been closest to the longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1dpuBjdTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dcAboTbr6H0/s1600/n516371301_2263957_3965834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1dpuBjdTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dcAboTbr6H0/s400/n516371301_2263957_3965834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538686088046146866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom is my best friend.  I am able to tell her anything that is going on in my life.  She is always there for me and she understands how I feel about certain things.  I love you mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-7090953978921437924?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/7090953978921437924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/7090953978921437924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/7090953978921437924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2.html' title='Day 2!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1dpuBjdTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dcAboTbr6H0/s72-c/n516371301_2263957_3965834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-8436718896554631776</id><published>2010-11-12T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T07:28:17.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Challenge!</title><content type='html'>On facebook right now there is this thing going around called the 30 Day Challenge.  Each day there is a certain type of picture you are suppose to post.  I thought since I haven't been blogging very much that this would maybe help me get into the swing of things again.  I am going to try to post something every day for this 30 Day Challenge and I will provide the list of pictures so that you guys can join if you would like as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts about you&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favourite show&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 - A picture of your night&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 - A picture of your favourite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - A picture of something you hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - A picture of something you love&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - A picture of your favourite band or artist&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - A picture and a letter&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - A picture of your favourite book&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - A picture of your day&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this challenge yesterday so I am posting day one and two today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1crLseeYI/AAAAAAAAAco/a0YqfHa7DP0/s1600/IMG_7470-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1crLseeYI/AAAAAAAAAco/a0YqfHa7DP0/s400/IMG_7470-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538685013679044994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. I love to talk&lt;br /&gt;2. My friends are my life&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to bake&lt;br /&gt;4. My mom is my best friend&lt;br /&gt;5.I have 2 cats&lt;br /&gt;6.My favourite colour is purple&lt;br /&gt;7.I love sad movies&lt;br /&gt;8.One Tree Hill is my favourite show&lt;br /&gt;9.I love taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;10.I have the most amazing boyfriend in the world&lt;br /&gt;11.My family is my life&lt;br /&gt;12.I love to sing in the shower&lt;br /&gt;13.I sometimes dance while i'm getting ready&lt;br /&gt;14.Music is my life&lt;br /&gt;15.I am addicted to facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-8436718896554631776?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/8436718896554631776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-day-challenge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/8436718896554631776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/8436718896554631776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-day-challenge.html' title='30 Day Challenge!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1crLseeYI/AAAAAAAAAco/a0YqfHa7DP0/s72-c/IMG_7470-r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-3011245707815483812</id><published>2010-11-12T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T07:21:02.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister!</title><content type='html'>About five years ago I met a girl when I started grade seven and her name was Shannon.  She was just like me.  She was shy when you first met her but once she warmed up to you she could talk your ear off.  Shannon and I became best friends all through grade seven until March when she told me that she was going to be moving to Branford  I still remember that day like it was yesterday.  I couldn't believe that I met someone that I really liked being friends with and now she was going to move away forever.  Shannon came home the odd time to visit her family that lived in Kitchener/Waterloo but I didn't get to see much of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1X11HUfpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0aPnRKgOgA4/s1600/IMG_9655-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1X11HUfpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0aPnRKgOgA4/s400/IMG_9655-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538679699038043794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she moved away we promised we would write letters back and forth and we would talk over the computer as well.  One other promise we made was that we would always be best friends.  As we grew up our lives got busy and we didn't really talk much.  I was meeting new people and so was she.  She would come down to visit her family and we wouldn't hang out anymore because we were both so busy.  In August Shannon texted me and told me she was moving back to Kitchener/Waterloo to live with her foster family because things weren't going so well where she lived.  When she told me that I was all excited that I would get to see her but really nervous at the same time.  We planned a date to hang out and when we did everything was just like before.  We talked for hours about everything that had happened in the five years that we had apart.  Things started going down hill at her foster house and now she is living with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1aCcDiTwI/AAAAAAAAAcY/8RKTiKfpMHc/s1600/IMG_1547-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1aCcDiTwI/AAAAAAAAAcY/8RKTiKfpMHc/s400/IMG_1547-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538682114672840450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Shannon and I now!  Shannon has been living with us for a week now and everything is moving smoothly.  We are pretty much all settled into our bedroom.  I will post pictures later of our bedroom once everything is finished.  Shannon now has a family.  She has come from a rough past and has never really had a place that she is able to call home or a family that she can call a family.  She seems to be fitting in very well and I hope she is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1a8gLus8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/9wT1VmaYasM/s1600/IMG_1557-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1a8gLus8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/9wT1VmaYasM/s400/IMG_1557-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538683112213361602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always wanted a sister and now I am able to say that I have one.  Shannon welcome to our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-3011245707815483812?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/3011245707815483812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-sister.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3011245707815483812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3011245707815483812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-sister.html' title='My sister!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1X11HUfpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0aPnRKgOgA4/s72-c/IMG_9655-r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-9086064799817131445</id><published>2010-11-12T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T06:54:12.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin!</title><content type='html'>Last year I changed high schools and went to Elmira.  Going there I was very nervous that I wasn't going to meet any new people because they have all been friends since they were little since it's such a small town.  Last year I met a bunch of new people but not someone who I could call my best friend.  This year I went back for a fifth year and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; finished school in January.  I was very nervous this year going back because I knew that almost all my friends from last year had moved onto university or college.  But I have met a girl who I never thought I would have talked to and her name is Robin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1UAGFcVfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aQz9BylQMLo/s1600/36141_455824338043_502568043_5413045_7251713_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1UAGFcVfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aQz9BylQMLo/s400/36141_455824338043_502568043_5413045_7251713_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538675477345752562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robin is the girl on the right.  We both have the same time table so we spend a bunch of time together.  Robin is a very down the earth girl.  She loves to be herself and doesn't really care what anyone thinks of her.  She has a very unique style that I know I wouldn't be able to pull off.  Now that I have met Robin I am able to say that my switch to Elmira was a good choice:)  Thank you Robin for everything:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-9086064799817131445?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/9086064799817131445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-year-i-changed-high-schools-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/9086064799817131445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/9086064799817131445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-year-i-changed-high-schools-and.html' title='Robin!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TN1UAGFcVfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aQz9BylQMLo/s72-c/36141_455824338043_502568043_5413045_7251713_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-5709784823659457724</id><published>2010-09-15T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:28:20.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes!!:)</title><content type='html'>This past summer I took two cake decorating courses where I learned so much valuable information that helped me with decorating cupcakes. When i took the first course I thought that this was just something I wanted to do through the summer and once they were done then the odd time I might decorate a cake or cupcakes for a family member. But as I continued taking the courses I started to realize that it was something that I really enjoyed doing. I started out slow with decorating and to be honest I think my family and Jake thought that my work was horrible. But heck, everyone has to start out somewhere right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TJDkJL0JnwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/N80Tr9apie0/s1600/IMG_6969-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517160389970337538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TJDkJL0JnwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/N80Tr9apie0/s400/IMG_6969-r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TJDkyYSXuuI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Fm4PYvOTzlU/s1600/IMG_6964-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517161097692953314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TJDkyYSXuuI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Fm4PYvOTzlU/s400/IMG_6964-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TJDkJyKSgGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3l20Clkt0FU/s1600/IMG_6975-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517160400263741538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TJDkJyKSgGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3l20Clkt0FU/s400/IMG_6975-r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TJDkOZdlxtI/AAAAAAAAAbo/X_s_DvLuzkU/s1600/IMG_6986-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517160479533156050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TJDkOZdlxtI/AAAAAAAAAbo/X_s_DvLuzkU/s400/IMG_6986-r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TJDkKChPePI/AAAAAAAAAbg/cyW-K4-j0rI/s1600/IMG_6985-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517160404654979314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TJDkKChPePI/AAAAAAAAAbg/cyW-K4-j0rI/s400/IMG_6985-r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By doing all of this baking I have made up my mind for after highschool.  I would like to attend George Brown in Toronto to become a sugar artist/pastry chef.  As of right now I'm having a blast creating and baking cupcakes for other people:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-5709784823659457724?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/5709784823659457724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/09/cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/5709784823659457724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/5709784823659457724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/09/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes!!:)'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TJDkJL0JnwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/N80Tr9apie0/s72-c/IMG_6969-r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-2592049214243878070</id><published>2010-09-07T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T11:56:36.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Has Started!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back at school!  For my English class I had to create another blog that I am graded on.  Some of the posts will probably be very boring but for my first post I had to explain my summer and some things about me so feel free to look.  The only thing I ask is not to comment on that blog if you need to comment please comment back on this post because it's for my school use only I was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.amanda-justadayatatime.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! Amanda:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-2592049214243878070?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/2592049214243878070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-has-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/2592049214243878070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/2592049214243878070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-has-started.html' title='School Has Started!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-6853470551140826420</id><published>2010-07-01T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T07:21:03.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROM!</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was a very exciting day for me because it was my grade 12 prom.  I tried to upload the pictures in the order that they were taken but the up loader was placing them in a weird order and I didn't want to try to upload them all again.  So sorry that they are out of order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCyhARZAERI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ydGoEVx7rNU/s1600/37298_1429193002784_1021596970_31276659_1050895_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCyhARZAERI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ydGoEVx7rNU/s400/37298_1429193002784_1021596970_31276659_1050895_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488939071898128658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Monday my friend Chloe and I went to go and get our nails done.  I had my first pedicure that day and wow did I ever love the feeling.  On Tuesday I had some appointments through the afternoon for my makeup and my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCyg8_-aUnI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AQdT1rbIov8/s1600/37298_1429192962783_1021596970_31276658_704228_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCyg8_-aUnI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AQdT1rbIov8/s400/37298_1429192962783_1021596970_31276658_704228_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488939015683592818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The limo met at Jake's house at 6 so that we could get a few pictures at Jake's house because his backyard is perfect for pictures and then we would take the limo to Victoria park to get some more pictures.  I have pictures that I took from inside the limo but I haven't uploaded them yet, I will have to do a different post with them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCyg8XVoO8I/AAAAAAAAAX4/fWAoOf7nXyE/s1600/37298_1429192842780_1021596970_31276655_7211843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCyg8XVoO8I/AAAAAAAAAX4/fWAoOf7nXyE/s400/37298_1429192842780_1021596970_31276655_7211843_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488939004775119810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys didn't have very much fun at all taking all these pictures but they will appreciate it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCyg8HwR4SI/AAAAAAAAAXw/W7hh9N5tE9w/s1600/37298_1429192762778_1021596970_31276653_1458605_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCyg8HwR4SI/AAAAAAAAAXw/W7hh9N5tE9w/s400/37298_1429192762778_1021596970_31276653_1458605_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488939000591933730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a picture taken in Jake's backyard by the one garden.  All the girls were having trouble standing in the grass because our heels were sinking into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCyg79zxMJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ir6sL1FWXkg/s1600/37286_1429194122812_1021596970_31276669_8321602_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCyg79zxMJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ir6sL1FWXkg/s400/37286_1429194122812_1021596970_31276669_8321602_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488938997922214034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken at Victoria park on the one bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCyg7e6YGOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/apwSCVJKkzQ/s1600/36862_1429191802754_1021596970_31276641_3614588_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCyg7e6YGOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/apwSCVJKkzQ/s400/36862_1429191802754_1021596970_31276641_3614588_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488938989628430562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygxREh1NI/AAAAAAAAAXY/mfVnn7Pgl5U/s1600/36860_1429191602749_1021596970_31276636_6623946_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygxREh1NI/AAAAAAAAAXY/mfVnn7Pgl5U/s400/36860_1429191602749_1021596970_31276636_6623946_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488938814114223314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygw9UAcpI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/47ldoZ0X1Rc/s1600/36190_1429194002809_1021596970_31276666_6847575_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygw9UAcpI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/47ldoZ0X1Rc/s400/36190_1429194002809_1021596970_31276666_6847575_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488938808810435218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told my mom I wanted a picture with our limo driver.  He told me no one has ever asked for a picture with him and he was very happy to take one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygwqhInzI/AAAAAAAAAXI/mgPINfGcVO0/s1600/34656_1429192522772_1021596970_31276649_3599895_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygwqhInzI/AAAAAAAAAXI/mgPINfGcVO0/s400/34656_1429192522772_1021596970_31276649_3599895_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488938803765223218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygwYtuFdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/D6fmewqsUi4/s1600/34342_1429192642775_1021596970_31276651_7792500_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygwYtuFdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/D6fmewqsUi4/s400/34342_1429192642775_1021596970_31276651_7792500_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488938798986171858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygwAoOHQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/8QgxLwsU2CQ/s1600/34260_1429194682826_1021596970_31276680_7285778_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygwAoOHQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/8QgxLwsU2CQ/s400/34260_1429194682826_1021596970_31276680_7285778_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488938792520654082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygkGcARqI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qxUVDhn4kNM/s1600/34255_1429191922757_1021596970_31276644_2620911_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygkGcARqI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qxUVDhn4kNM/s400/34255_1429191922757_1021596970_31276644_2620911_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488938587921598114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygj_7zjiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lS4Yo8Wwtow/s1600/34255_1429191842755_1021596970_31276642_6751727_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygj_7zjiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lS4Yo8Wwtow/s400/34255_1429191842755_1021596970_31276642_6751727_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488938586175933986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygjoSzGnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RG93J4ZykLE/s1600/34255_1429191722752_1021596970_31276639_5017048_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygi8qYEcI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/G1ZaDV55Jlg/s400/34255_1429191442745_1021596970_31276632_3452737_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488938568117653954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygT38APpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/GZwIzLk1Mpw/s1600/34000_1429194042810_1021596970_31276667_2434079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygT38APpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/GZwIzLk1Mpw/s400/34000_1429194042810_1021596970_31276667_2434079_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488938309151374994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygTs4lo_I/AAAAAAAAAWA/yX5l-rPPnd8/s1600/33398_1429192602774_1021596970_31276650_2294825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygTs4lo_I/AAAAAAAAAWA/yX5l-rPPnd8/s400/33398_1429192602774_1021596970_31276650_2294825_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488938306184258546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygTUJyiyI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bsBARHlYJOA/s1600/28268_1429194762828_1021596970_31276682_5851570_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygTUJyiyI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bsBARHlYJOA/s400/28268_1429194762828_1021596970_31276682_5851570_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488938299545520930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygTO1nQ6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/SpzAefQAkU0/s1600/13454_1429194082811_1021596970_31276668_204094_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCygTO1nQ6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/SpzAefQAkU0/s400/13454_1429194082811_1021596970_31276668_204094_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488938298118718370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really fun night that I don't think I will ever forget:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-6853470551140826420?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/6853470551140826420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/07/tuesday-was-very-exciting-day-for-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/6853470551140826420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/6853470551140826420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/07/tuesday-was-very-exciting-day-for-me.html' title='PROM!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TCyhARZAERI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ydGoEVx7rNU/s72-c/37298_1429193002784_1021596970_31276659_1050895_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-4467771490727301549</id><published>2010-06-13T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:44:18.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NSD Crop!</title><content type='html'>Today Dianne had a crop that she organized for her service dog that she is raising.  The crop took place in Cambridge at hall and it went from9-5.  My Mom, Joanne and I attended the crop and got a bunch completed(excluding my mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVbRHX_VqI/AAAAAAAAARA/oPBc_roHZsA/s1600/IMG_4849-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVbRHX_VqI/AAAAAAAAARA/oPBc_roHZsA/s400/IMG_4849-r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482388470989018786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got there we got all unpacked and then as we were just getting in the zone two golden retriever puppies came in and were walking around the hall.  I grabbed one as soon as it started to waddle past me.  My mom ended up a getting a few good pictures of the puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVbQpQSrBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/W-39W4KWwF4/s1600/IMG_4847-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVbQpQSrBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/W-39W4KWwF4/s400/IMG_4847-r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482388462903667730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the puppies started to wonder around to the other people in the hall I started to work on a layout.  The first layout I completed is below.  The pictures are of a build a bear that Jake and I made and his name is Jaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVbHI191XI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GfM3FDyj7V8/s1600/IMG_0149-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVbHI191XI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GfM3FDyj7V8/s400/IMG_0149-r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482388299584492914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second layout that I completed was of a picture of me at my semi formal.  I copied a layout of a design team layout that Shelby completed but just changed up the papers.  It turned out very well:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVbGrP5Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/TVEsDWEoYTM/s1600/IMG_0147-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVbGrP5Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/TVEsDWEoYTM/s400/IMG_0147-r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482388291640181682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The layout below was being retarded when I uploaded it so I'm sorry that it is turned the opposite way it was turned the right way before I uploaded it but once it uploaded it changed.  Anyways, this layout is a store display that Shelby created(I really like Shelby's work).  The pictures were taken by a bridge in Conestoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVcx33OUoI/AAAAAAAAARI/Jbrad93l5nE/s1600/IMG_0150-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVcx33OUoI/AAAAAAAAARI/Jbrad93l5nE/s400/IMG_0150-r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482390133272367746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This layout was also copied from a store display that guess who made:)  Shelby! The picture was taken at the cottage that our family rented this past summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVeELWkFtI/AAAAAAAAARY/PaImelINf6Q/s1600/IMG_0151-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVeELWkFtI/AAAAAAAAARY/PaImelINf6Q/s400/IMG_0151-r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482391547253364434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As everyone was working away on layouts and stuff.  Dianne had a table where we could buy raffle tickets to put into the prizes that we wanted to win.  As that was going on we were having draws for other prizes that she has set aside.  Now I always have luck with winning things at events like this.  Usually it was with a certain friend that I would always win things with but I usually have the luck to win things in draws.  So when she was doing the draws sure enough my name was called and I won a little case with body lotion, bubble bath, hand soap, and bath salts.  After the raffle tickets were all in we did the draw for that and sure enough don't I win two prizes from the raffle.  The one prize was another bath set and then I also won a mental containers with an album, 40 pattern papers(that are actually really cute) chipboard letters, rubons, stickers, etc.   Joanne and my mom weren't too impressed because they didn't win anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVbF-J2FsI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YIks6Tg7sYE/s1600/IMG_0146-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVbF-J2FsI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YIks6Tg7sYE/s400/IMG_0146-r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482388279535212226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-4467771490727301549?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/4467771490727301549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/06/nsd-crop.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/4467771490727301549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/4467771490727301549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/06/nsd-crop.html' title='NSD Crop!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVbRHX_VqI/AAAAAAAAARA/oPBc_roHZsA/s72-c/IMG_4849-r.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-2725755756612733132</id><published>2010-06-13T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:21:15.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Layout Updates!</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't been posting on my blog very much at.  I have wanted to but sometimes I just couldn't think of anything to write about and the things that I could write about I had photos for and didn't want to upload them at the time.  Anyways, the layout below is pretty cool. The picture was taken this past summer at the cottage that our family rents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVW1bz6xcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/u2LNctdSn8E/s1600/IMG_4820-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVW1bz6xcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/u2LNctdSn8E/s400/IMG_4820-r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482383597392020930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers on the layout are actually made out of tissue paper.  What I did was got a 2" scalloped circle punch and punched four circles.  Then I took a stamp that my mom had and stamped on the tissue paper and layered them on top of each other and put a brad in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVW1AR32RI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KxGbhKLaIfQ/s1600/IMG_4821-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVW1AR32RI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KxGbhKLaIfQ/s400/IMG_4821-r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482383590001465618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This layout at first wasn't my favourite at first because I thought it looked very plain but as soon I got it completed it was probably one of my favourite layouts that I have done.   The picture was taken when I went on my trip to Washington DC in April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVWoo-6BiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yfPKeiniqLw/s1600/IMG_4819-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVWoo-6BiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yfPKeiniqLw/s400/IMG_4819-r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482383377589470754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken this year on Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVWnBknzlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Z656wcAUNEY/s1600/IMG_4818-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVWnBknzlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Z656wcAUNEY/s400/IMG_4818-r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482383349830372946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one half of the layout below was copied from a store display that Shelby did.  I used this layout for some pictures from the Washington trip.  The first page I used page protectors that are divided into 4x6 portions and I chose to scrapbook the one section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVWmvFMHxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ezld1Wr5JAQ/s1600/IMG_4816-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVWmvFMHxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ezld1Wr5JAQ/s400/IMG_4816-r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482383344866696978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first page below was also copied from a store display that Shelby made.  The second page was completed like the layout above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVWmPXxQ0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/X6pfLpjiB8k/s1600/IMG_4815-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVWmPXxQ0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/X6pfLpjiB8k/s400/IMG_4815-r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482383336354693954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layout below I created by using a sketch that Joanne made that was posted on her&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://ilovesketches.blogspot.com/2010/04/sketch-2.html"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sketch blog(click on the link and it will go to the sketch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; at first I found it kind of hard to complete a layout from using a sketch but it was much easier than I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVWlMTwpCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/b064WaeWt2w/s1600/IMG_4814-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVWlMTwpCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/b064WaeWt2w/s400/IMG_4814-r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482383318352700450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-2725755756612733132?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/2725755756612733132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/06/layout-updates.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/2725755756612733132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/2725755756612733132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/06/layout-updates.html' title='Layout Updates!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/TBVW1bz6xcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/u2LNctdSn8E/s72-c/IMG_4820-r.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-8679373455571555983</id><published>2010-05-17T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:23:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S_Hplqtr_kI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mSqMdS-BjGE/s1600/jake+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472411855562210882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S_Hplqtr_kI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mSqMdS-BjGE/s400/jake+and+i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A year ago today Jake and I were standing in that same spot, at the point in Grand Bend and he asked me to maybe try a relationship with him. Well today was kind of like every other day, I got up early and showered and got ready for another boring day at school. Following school I got to spend a few hours a work and then came home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I got home from from work I was in a rush because I had to be somewhere for an appointment. As I came rushing into the house to quickly grab something to eat I noticed some flowers sitting on the coffee table in our family room. At first I kind of ignored them thinking that my dad might have bought my mom flowers but my mom kept looking at me funny. So I walked over to them and my mom had told me to "OPEN THE CARD" "OPEN IT" so I opened the card and inside it said Happy one year baby and then at the bottom of the card was PROM!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weird thing was, Jake and I had been talking about all the different ways that everyone has been asked to prom. The other weird thing was, that I had told Jake that he has to ask me to prom otherwise I wasn't going with him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I got up this morning I thought it was going to be just another day but it turned out to be different:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy one year Jaker:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-8679373455571555983?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/8679373455571555983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-year.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/8679373455571555983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/8679373455571555983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-year.html' title='One Year!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S_Hplqtr_kI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mSqMdS-BjGE/s72-c/jake+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-8273543417502890718</id><published>2010-04-23T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:52:14.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3(at night)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HNEgggYbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_W0aJzoNoQk/s1600/IMG_1352-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463373300306567602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HNEgggYbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_W0aJzoNoQk/s400/IMG_1352-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For dinner that night we went to a little town called Alexandria, it was like a little St. Jacobs.  It had little shops, and cute little restaurants that you could go to.  Some friends and I decided to go to a little Italian place, and the food was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HNEY4PG6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ahMqQjsf008/s1600/IMG_1354-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463373298258615202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HNEY4PG6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ahMqQjsf008/s400/IMG_1354-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once we were finished eating, the teachers gave us time to go and walk around and shop a little or we could go down by the water.  So Jake and I went down to the water.  It was beautiful outside!  The weather was perfect that day, and it wasn't super busy down by the water either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HM_4Td16I/AAAAAAAAAO4/KCdYxbhrHYQ/s1600/IMG_1357-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463373220794980258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HM_4Td16I/AAAAAAAAAO4/KCdYxbhrHYQ/s400/IMG_1357-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a cute little place to eat right by the water that had seafood and stuff like that.  I would have loved to go there to eat but we assumed that it would have been fairly pricey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HM_lHrsoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IOgTcRTpiDY/s1600/IMG_1359-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463373215645282946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HM_lHrsoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IOgTcRTpiDY/s400/IMG_1359-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We came across a little dock that we walked out onto and got a few photos that I thought turned out really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HM_buU0KI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ao_vd97u228/s1600/IMG_1361-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463373213123006626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HM_buU0KI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ao_vd97u228/s400/IMG_1361-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we walked back up to the main street there was a man that was playing music on wine glasses filled with distilled water.  It was really neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HM_J-jfUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YT-mCTRinmQ/s1600/IMG_1363-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463373208359238978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HM_J-jfUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YT-mCTRinmQ/s400/IMG_1363-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After I watched the man for a little while me and some girls went up to the one shop that had washington stuff.  I ended up getting a really neat purple sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HM-1P16yI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xrYT7DufBZ8/s1600/IMG_1373-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463373202794605346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HM-1P16yI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xrYT7DufBZ8/s400/IMG_1373-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After everyone was finished shopping and eating dinner we went to go and see the Lincoln Memorial.  It was insane there!  There were schools from all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HMzDFzBhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Mhu2cyUYd0M/s1600/IMG_1374-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463373000352138770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HMzDFzBhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Mhu2cyUYd0M/s400/IMG_1374-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * this was a really neat picture I thought because the sun was setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HMy-S7WxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Y0sbR4J9WPI/s1600/IMG_1379-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463372999065033490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HMy-S7WxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Y0sbR4J9WPI/s400/IMG_1379-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *This is a picture of some of the girls that I hung out with down in Washington.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HMyG1DZzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/IBNene1tUqE/s1600/IMG_1385-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463372984175781682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HMyG1DZzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/IBNene1tUqE/s400/IMG_1385-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was inside the Lincoln Memorial.  there were so many people in there it was so hard to get good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HMx1vbVhI/AAAAAAAAANw/Df2LRP3MR18/s1600/IMG_1387-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463372979588781586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HMx1vbVhI/AAAAAAAAANw/Df2LRP3MR18/s400/IMG_1387-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to some other Memorials that night but my camera was being stuipid and wasn't turning out right while I was taking pictures so I just gave up because their wern't turning out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-8273543417502890718?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/8273543417502890718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-3at-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/8273543417502890718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/8273543417502890718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-3at-night.html' title='Day 3(at night)'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HNEgggYbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_W0aJzoNoQk/s72-c/IMG_1352-r.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-6775386677738756000</id><published>2010-04-23T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:27:32.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3!(during the day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GcxJIAcdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NEPdZ68L6cE/s1600/IMG_1211-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463320191054148050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GcxJIAcdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NEPdZ68L6cE/s400/IMG_1211-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we had to be boarding the bus by 7:45 because we had to drive back into Washington from our hotel. In the morning we went to the Arlington Cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9Gcw2MGxSI/AAAAAAAAANI/h0XFus39RWs/s1600/IMG_1206-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463320185971066146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9Gcw2MGxSI/AAAAAAAAANI/h0XFus39RWs/s400/IMG_1206-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cemetery has the remains of about 175,000 American Soldiers and president Kennedy. The cemetery was beautiful. There were flowers in every direction you turned, the leaves were on the trees and the cemetery was kept very well. The one thing that surprised me so much, was that you could look for miles and miles and you would still see the headstones, there were that many people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9Gcwfwn-EI/AAAAAAAAANA/4js1JWV5iMU/s1600/IMG_1212-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463320179950221378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9Gcwfwn-EI/AAAAAAAAANA/4js1JWV5iMU/s400/IMG_1212-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*I took this picture when we first got into the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9Gcv7w41kI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_3sj9eIAX_c/s1600/IMG_1221-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463320170287650370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9Gcv7w41kI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_3sj9eIAX_c/s400/IMG_1221-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * See what I mean, you can see headstones forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GclwDWJ3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/9H9RZtfQMms/s1600/IMG_1227-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463319995345151858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GclwDWJ3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/9H9RZtfQMms/s400/IMG_1227-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While we were walking around we ran into a ceremony that was going on for a solider that had just passed away. We walked up as it was ending but what I did end up seeing was really neat. Once we finished watching that we continued out walk we ran into this huge white building and inside were all of these rows or marble benches, it was so pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GclQuEx0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/2s0k-3-dcwY/s1600/IMG_1250-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463319986934433602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GclQuEx0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/2s0k-3-dcwY/s400/IMG_1250-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a picture of Jake and I on this one huge chair but the person that took the picture still has to send it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GclOsDTEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/K7npJMzTtjo/s1600/IMG_1258-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463319986389077058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GclOsDTEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/K7npJMzTtjo/s400/IMG_1258-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *me and Chloe on the one part of the building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9Gck7f2GxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/lKq3IPK6eRg/s1600/IMG_1260-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463319981237607186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9Gck7f2GxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/lKq3IPK6eRg/s400/IMG_1260-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *picture of the inside of the building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GckvXlHrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/y3OXIm-3wV0/s1600/IMG_1264-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463319977981714098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GckvXlHrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/y3OXIm-3wV0/s400/IMG_1264-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we left there we came across this little bridge that I thought was really cute so I made Jake pose for a picture or two! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GcXyDiw4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/gpugMX8-rOY/s1600/IMG_1275-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463319755364680578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GcXyDiw4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/gpugMX8-rOY/s400/IMG_1275-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *This was the last stop at the cemetery. We stopped at Kennedy's grave. It was very unique, i the middle of the whole thing there was a fire. Beside him was his daughter and wifre.  All around him were some of the rest of his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GcXC9e0tI/AAAAAAAAAL4/HF7xcpqOFdw/s1600/IMG_1350-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463319742722790098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GcXC9e0tI/AAAAAAAAAL4/HF7xcpqOFdw/s400/IMG_1350-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That afternoon we had time to go and look at some of the other Smithsonian Museums. The group that i was with wanted to go to the Natural History Museum. At first I thought it was going to be really dumb but when you when in there was a real elephant(that was stuffed &amp;amp; happens to be my favourite animal of all times)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we were in the Museum we went into the Oceans section.  Inside there were all these preserved sea creatures.  It was hard to take picture of some things because they were all in glass cases.  So sorry if the picture don't turn out the greatest.  Also I have only put up the smallest amount of what I actually took.  After we looked at the ocean's creatures we traveled through the human body section(it was really boring so i didn't take any picture in that section because it was all bones and stuff)  After that there was a section with all kinds of animals that have been stuffed and then brought to the museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GcW5SrqSI/AAAAAAAAALw/KhAURjGWU30/s1600/IMG_1323-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463319740127357218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GcW5SrqSI/AAAAAAAAALw/KhAURjGWU30/s400/IMG_1323-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *I never really realized how large a giraffe actually was until Jake took a picture of me standing beside one.  I am not tall at all but i'm the average height of a person and that giraffe is very fall compared to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HGGq7zxAI/AAAAAAAAANY/tl2V3uI_1Nw/s1600/IMG_1283-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463365640883782658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HGGq7zxAI/AAAAAAAAANY/tl2V3uI_1Nw/s400/IMG_1283-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *This was a picture of the octopus that I saw.  In movies and stuff they always make them look so cute... and I don't think he is cute at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HGG50MGNI/AAAAAAAAANg/y-yLCVpiuUU/s1600/IMG_1316-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463365644878354642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HGG50MGNI/AAAAAAAAANg/y-yLCVpiuUU/s400/IMG_1316-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *The really neat part of the animal section was that they wern't just standing there stuffed they movied the animals into positions that made them look really real.  For example; the fighting scene that the lions are having up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HGHfVfAlI/AAAAAAAAANo/5TT39XwrV0c/s1600/IMG_1335-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463365654950117970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9HGHfVfAlI/AAAAAAAAANo/5TT39XwrV0c/s400/IMG_1335-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the animal section we went to see the "hope" diamond(in picture below) and I found it really disappointing.  Everyone made it seem like it was going to be some huge diamond but it wasn't as big and everyone said.  The diamond section was really busy so we left there right after we took a picture of the "hope" diamond. After that there was a bug/reptile section.  There were turtles, snakes, spiders, bees, ticks, beetles, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One really cool part about his section was the bees that they had.  They had a bunch of these bees making hoest and we all look at eachother and said where are the flowers?  And then one of us noticed a tude that went from the nest to the outside an a bunch of bees were flying in and out of this tube with honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GcWRFgIbI/AAAAAAAAALo/kM3I3DNWads/s1600/IMG_1328-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463319729334657458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GcWRFgIbI/AAAAAAAAALo/kM3I3DNWads/s400/IMG_1328-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of the people we came into the museum with split up from us and our deal was that we would meet them at about two and then we would go to another museum.  But about half of us were ready to just fall asleep or sit for the last two hours.  But instead a bunch of us agreed to go and watched a 3D imax movie.  I never was a fan for imax movies but I was willing to go and sit through one so that I didn't have to do anymore walking.  The movie we went to go and see was called Wild Ocean 3D. We all thought that it was going to be about all different wildlife in the ocean but no it was about sardenes the whole time!!  All of us at one point ended up falling alseep through the 45 minute movie.  I was kind of bummed by the end because I paided $8.75 to have a nap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will hve another post on what happened on day 3 at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-6775386677738756000?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/6775386677738756000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-3during-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/6775386677738756000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/6775386677738756000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-3during-day.html' title='Day 3!(during the day)'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GcxJIAcdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NEPdZ68L6cE/s72-c/IMG_1211-r.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-2253724206513635767</id><published>2010-04-22T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T05:59:21.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well day wo was probably one of the busiest day of the trip! We had to be leaving the first hotel by eight. In my room the first night there were four girls, so we had to be up by 5:45 so that we could all shower and eat breakfast downstairs. We had a really long drive to get to the first stop for the day, but I passed most of the time by sleeping it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BLEyqUl1I/AAAAAAAAALI/dX3RWI3Oh7s/s1600/IMG_1117-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948893691254610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BLEyqUl1I/AAAAAAAAALI/dX3RWI3Oh7s/s400/IMG_1117-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first stop of the day was the Luray Caverns. This place was amazing and probably the most interesting. I thought that we were going to look at caves outside and I have to admit I wasn't too excited to go at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BLD9XYw7I/AAAAAAAAALA/v-nMCjMSj7o/s1600/IMG_1118-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948879384757170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BLD9XYw7I/AAAAAAAAALA/v-nMCjMSj7o/s400/IMG_1118-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *this is Jake and I after we went through the Caverns. We just sat and relaxed while we waited for the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BLD-kr3gI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NFB-tTNAhVM/s1600/IMG_1076-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948879708970498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BLD-kr3gI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NFB-tTNAhVM/s400/IMG_1076-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we got to the caverns we went intside and the people working there gave us a headset with a number pad thing attached to it. Each station you went to inside the caverns had a number you could enter into your key pad. Once you entered the number you would hear a man talking about what you were seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BLDXD3eWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/EiQxoQibB8A/s1600/IMG_1079-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948869102336354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BLDXD3eWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/EiQxoQibB8A/s400/IMG_1079-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was really neat inside because all of the rocks were growing from the ceiling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BLC04KMAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KIBDH0f3qSc/s1600/IMG_1083-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948859926425602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BLC04KMAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KIBDH0f3qSc/s400/IMG_1083-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was amazing inside the caverns! It was like nothing I have seen before. The rocks took about 120 years to grow 1 inch! If you touched any of the rocked it could stop their growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BK0p4B5JI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3Ta43J8xj2I/s1600/IMG_1090-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948616454923410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BK0p4B5JI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3Ta43J8xj2I/s400/IMG_1090-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *This was one of the cooled thing I have ever seen! In the picture you see rocks growing from the top and the bottom. It's tricking your eyes! The rocks on the top were the real rocks and the rocks on the bottom were a reflection. But it look like they were under water, but the water was only about and inch deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BK0VutCsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sL_Hu4SoNtU/s1600/IMG_1091-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948611047099074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BK0VutCsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sL_Hu4SoNtU/s400/IMG_1091-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * same thing with this one, the reflection of the rocks on the top, The water was proably about an inch here as well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BK0Ndtw6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ip9ERn-mLd8/s1600/IMG_1095-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948608828359586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BK0Ndtw6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ip9ERn-mLd8/s400/IMG_1095-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * the part that is white in the background was known as the Pluto ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BKzmbK0tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/aijb9yJNm9o/s1600/IMG_1096-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948598348698322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BKzmbK0tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/aijb9yJNm9o/s400/IMG_1096-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * we got closer later on and I got a picture with it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BKzLI8u8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/hFfwUjGPdzk/s1600/IMG_1107-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948591024520130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BKzLI8u8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/hFfwUjGPdzk/s400/IMG_1107-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * There was a section of the caverns were the water was deeper and everyone that was walking by was throwing money into the water. I thought it was cool that they threw in one dollar bills! Every couple of months they take the money out of the water and donate it to certain events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BKmF5RvJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9w9w2OFaSWU/s1600/IMG_1110-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948366278311058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BKmF5RvJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9w9w2OFaSWU/s400/IMG_1110-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * this is was also really cool! We noticed that the rocks looked like eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BKlwX-iBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/buKdbvSuG1g/s1600/IMG_1130-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948360501495826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BKlwX-iBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/buKdbvSuG1g/s400/IMG_1130-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the caverns we went to one of the Smithsonian museums. Today we went to the air and space museum. It was really cool because when you walked in there were capsules that astronauts had landed in the water on their way back to Earth. I never really realized how little space that they have when they are in outer space. In the meuseum there was so much to look at. There were planes, space ships, and other objects that have done something special at one point. There were some place that you could walk through/ look at but most of them were just hanging from the cailing all over the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BKlM35lgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UkEHhLKnKdk/s1600/IMG_1174-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948350971713026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BKlM35lgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UkEHhLKnKdk/s400/IMG_1174-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For dinner we went to Union Station. I ended up getting a t-shirt that would remind me of the trip. Jake and I went to Jonny Rockets for dinner that night. My mom told me she had it when she went to California and she really liked it so I thought I would give it a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GX48BXB-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Ema8KNWFOFA/s1600/IMG_1192-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463314827417421794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GX48BXB-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Ema8KNWFOFA/s400/IMG_1192-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake and I both thought that it was really good!  When our meals were given to us we were given each a bowl with a smiley face made with ketchup.  I made jake pose for a picture because I thought it was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GX5O04DMI/AAAAAAAAALY/wh_G6pLYufE/s1600/IMG_1193-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463314832465333442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GX5O04DMI/AAAAAAAAALY/wh_G6pLYufE/s400/IMG_1193-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once I had taken the second picture and looked on the camera we both realized that the face was no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GX5WE-hTI/AAAAAAAAALg/P1a4QxDAm1g/s1600/IMG_1194-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463314834411914546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9GX5WE-hTI/AAAAAAAAALg/P1a4QxDAm1g/s400/IMG_1194-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After dinner we all went to a play called Shear Madness.  It took place in a hair salon and to make the story shorter and less complicated there was a murder and the actors/actresses were very involved with the audience an they let the audience solve the case.  After the play was over we headed to the second hotel.  When we got there we all settled in the relaxed until curfew because we all had to get up early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-2253724206513635767?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/2253724206513635767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-day-wo-was-probably-one-of-busiest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/2253724206513635767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/2253724206513635767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-day-wo-was-probably-one-of-busiest.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BLEyqUl1I/AAAAAAAAALI/dX3RWI3Oh7s/s72-c/IMG_1117-r.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-3953336854031321496</id><published>2010-04-22T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T05:56:50.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One!</title><content type='html'>Well I am back from Washington! My trip was amazing! I have seen and done thing I never thought I would get the chance to do.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BE9n22cwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l7198FHk-io/s1600/IMG_1052-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462942173462164226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BE9n22cwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l7198FHk-io/s400/IMG_1052-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we stopped at a coal mine is Lackawana, PA. We were running behind because we got held up at the border. We ended up getting to the coal mine at about 3:30 and when we got there I thought that the tour was going to be a movie or some old man talking to us about what it was like to be in a mine, but I was very wrong! When we got there half of us got into a yellow cart that was caged in and was attached to a large cable at the front. I was in the first group of people that went down into the mine, and I sat at the back of the cart so I was able to take pictures. As the cart was moving down the track and man was telling us what to do if something bad happened and i was okay with the idea of going down into a mine until I was hearing the what if's. I tried to take pictures on the way down but it was way to dark and you couldn't see anything. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BE9HkZkkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BiMpKEwRGFU/s1600/IMG_1058-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462942164794839618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BE9HkZkkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BiMpKEwRGFU/s400/IMG_1058-r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once we were down there the tour guide was explaining that we were about 300 feet under the surface and that around us there were gallons and gallons of water.  As we continued the tour I started to realize how dangerous it actually was to work down in a coal mine.  I was surprised that kids as young as seven would go down into the coal mine and work a ten or twelve hour day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before pictures were really hard to take down in the mine because the was limited light down in the mine.  After we left the coal mine we still had a long time to drive until we got to our first hotel.  We stopped for dinner on the way, and me and a group of friends went to a place called Perkin's.  It was a little diner and was probably the best meal I had on the entire trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandaaa:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-3953336854031321496?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/3953336854031321496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-one.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3953336854031321496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3953336854031321496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-one.html' title='Day One!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S9BE9n22cwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l7198FHk-io/s72-c/IMG_1052-r.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-9038762584894446102</id><published>2010-04-17T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T19:47:38.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington!:)</title><content type='html'>Well we stopped for the night!! I went to the coal mines today and it was so cool!  I didn't bring something to take the pictures off the camera so i will have to post them when I get home.  Only two more hours until I am in Washington tomorrow:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-9038762584894446102?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/9038762584894446102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/washington.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/9038762584894446102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/9038762584894446102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/washington.html' title='Washington!:)'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-539049736460762846</id><published>2010-04-14T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:01:25.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Dayss!:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S8ZujMlGIhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ty4V4dOl9nc/s1600/washington-dc-day-trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S8ZujMlGIhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ty4V4dOl9nc/s400/washington-dc-day-trip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460173149184598546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of Saturday I am leaving for Washington DC with my science class.  I am getting really excited for this trip as the days get closer!  The ride is about 12 hours long and we get to take a coach bus!  I have never been on one before so I am kind of excited to go on one for the first time!  While we are in Washington we are going to a coal mine on the way down, the holocaust museum,  the monuments at night, we are going to some cemetery where famous people are, and one night we are going to watch a play.  I am bringing my laptop and I hope I will be able to post some of the stuff that I do down there.  I will take a bunch of pictures!:) I AM GOING TO PROVE YOU WRONG MOM!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-539049736460762846?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/539049736460762846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/3-dayss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/539049736460762846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/539049736460762846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/3-dayss.html' title='3 Dayss!:)'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S8ZujMlGIhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ty4V4dOl9nc/s72-c/washington-dc-day-trip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-7790950240423674538</id><published>2010-04-11T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T08:18:03.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!:)</title><content type='html'>Me and some friends had attended a surprise birthday for a friend that had moved away back in grade nine(i didn't know him but Jake invited me to tag along)  The surprise birthday took place a East Side Mario's and it turned out really well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake's birthday was coming up the next weekend on April 5th and I wanted to do something special, something that he wouldn't think I would ever do, something he would remember for a long time.  Sure he would love if I took him to some fancy dinner and then maybe went to a movie after but I wanted it to different from every other birthday he might have had.  So one night I was sitting in bed and he texted me and said that the surprise dinner thing was really cool but I wouldn't want one for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then an idea jumped into my head! I was going to have a surprise dinner for Jake with his family and closest friends at his favourite restaurant.  Now Jake loves food and almost all the places we have gone to eat out he always says I love this place so for me to pick his favourite place to eat was going to be hard without help.  So I somehow had to get it out of Jake without him assuming anything. So that night I called him and told him I needed to know his top three restaurants because  my mom and I were arguing about what they were.  His reply was Turtle Jacks(number 1), Mongolian(number 2) and then East Sides (number 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some research it came down to that we had to go to East Sides because I had to big of a group and they wouldn't be able to get us all together. So after I had set a date I went onto facebook and sent out the invites to everyone(let me tell you trying to see if everyone can come is stressful)  Once the date got closer i sent out a reminder message to make sure everyone remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday Jake drove to my house and I let him know I had to drive because we have never been there before and it was on the other side of Kitchener(and we have been toe east sides a billion times).  Jake kept pushing to get going because he was hungry and I was trying to delay everything because people were texting me from the restaurant saying don't come yet.  So finally I just decided we would leave but I would just drive around and pretend that we actually were on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove all the way down by uptown Waterloo, the rec,  rim, the mall, I pretty much drove all over Waterloo.  Then Jake started to clue into the fact that we weren't really on our way there.  He kept saying your taking me home and making me dinner there aren't you!  but I just shut my mouth and kept driving. Finally I got the OK to come and we were on our way!  When we pulled into the parking lot he kept saying AMANDA I TOLD YOU WE WERE GOING HERE... and I just smiled!  When we got into the restaurant he found out I made a reservation and I never do.  The lady took us to the table and when we walked in everyone yelled surprise!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake didn't look to impressed at first but I know he liked it.  He wasn't to impressed when they came in to sing to him but whatever:) Overall I learned that it's a lot harder to plan something than I thought!  But I had fun doing it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Jaker:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandaaa:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-7790950240423674538?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/7790950240423674538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/surprise.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/7790950240423674538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/7790950240423674538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!:)'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-3565150549889091597</id><published>2010-04-06T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:14:00.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uh... I have no life at all!</title><content type='html'>Okay well I thought since as of tomorrow it would have been a month since I have posted anything on my blog so I had to post something even if it was nothing really.  I have been doing a whole lot of nothing! So therefore I have nothing to blog about.  I hope to find something soon!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-3565150549889091597?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/3565150549889091597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/uh-i-have-no-life-at-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3565150549889091597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3565150549889091597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/04/uh-i-have-no-life-at-all.html' title='uh... I have no life at all!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-8994469988723997072</id><published>2010-03-07T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:18:33.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pe'/><title type='text'>I just don't understand some people...</title><content type='html'>Drama to me is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pointless&lt;/span&gt; and very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;childish&lt;/span&gt;.  There are people in the world who are always the people who get stuck in the middle of drama, people who like to sit back and watch people go through drama and then there are people who like to start the drama!  People that like to start problems in other peoples lives are stupid.  They thrive on it, they love to see someone upset or frustrated, and they think they are number one.  People like this need to realize that they aren't number one in the world, that the world doesn't revolve around them, that everyone on this planet isn't looking up to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"say"&lt;/span&gt; that they are kindhearted, welcoming, cooperative, encouraging, fair, friendly, helpful, and thoughtful.  I believe it's one thing to say you are those thing but to act them but to act them seems to be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandaaa(:&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-8994469988723997072?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/8994469988723997072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-dont-understand-some-people.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/8994469988723997072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/8994469988723997072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-dont-understand-some-people.html' title='I just don&apos;t understand some people...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-3100184229730659006</id><published>2010-03-01T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:12:11.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Red Wagon #17</title><content type='html'>This week at &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://lilredwagon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Red Wagon&lt;/a&gt; Joanne challenged us to create something with only using black and white.  On Saturday Joanne coloured me this cute House Mouse stamp and on Sunday night I created this cute easel card.  I followed the steps from Joanne's &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://twoscrapbookfriends.blogspot.com/2010/02/friendzy-friday-with-joanne_12.html"&gt;Friday Frendzy&lt;/a&gt; at Two Scrapbook Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4xkdH44erI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LP4OTJ9mORQ/s1600-h/Sending+Love+Your+Way%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4xkdH44erI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LP4OTJ9mORQ/s400/Sending+Love+Your+Way%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443836501080701618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope you like it!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-3100184229730659006?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/3100184229730659006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-week-at-little-red-wagon-joanne.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3100184229730659006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3100184229730659006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-week-at-little-red-wagon-joanne.html' title='Little Red Wagon #17'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4xkdH44erI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LP4OTJ9mORQ/s72-c/Sending+Love+Your+Way%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-5064768325531986261</id><published>2010-02-20T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:17:37.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Nightt!</title><content type='html'>Tonight my mom and I had a "Girls Night"  We sat in my mom's scrapbook room and scrapped all night.  My mom finished one of her design team layouts and then started working on a card, and shortly after starting it she ditched because she was "sleepy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DdQA1Pq_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pa9-ryGb6fI/s1600-h/IMG_3869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DdQA1Pq_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pa9-ryGb6fI/s400/IMG_3869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440591617034529778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had an amazing time tonight with my mom.  I love spending time with her, we always find such interesting things to talk about.  Tonight especially!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DdQcYLB9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/9bewQycU8NE/s1600-h/IMG_3871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DdQcYLB9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/9bewQycU8NE/s400/IMG_3871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440591624428783570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the layout that I did tonight!:)  This picture was taken this summer! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-5064768325531986261?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/5064768325531986261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/girls-nightt.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/5064768325531986261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/5064768325531986261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/girls-nightt.html' title='Girls Nightt!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DdQA1Pq_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pa9-ryGb6fI/s72-c/IMG_3869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-232672912373238909</id><published>2010-02-20T22:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:09:44.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>As of February 18th I have been an adult! All of my life I would count down the years until I was a certain age.  12 for finally being a teenager, 16 so that I could drive, 18 so that I would be considered and adult, 19 and I'm legal age, and so on.  But now that I have reach the age that I have count down to I'm not so excited that I'm there.  Sure I am an adult now but really is that actually going to mean something.  Yes I can now buy lottery tickets, and I can validate my lates at school,  I'm able to rent a camp site and I'm able to view inappropriate websites (not that I ever would!) but it doesn't feel any different to be 18 years old.  When I turned 12 and 16 it was like I was so much older.  But why when you turn 18 does it not feel any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DR19YPF1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yM9KwJJVilI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DR19YPF1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yM9KwJJVilI/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440579074803046226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look back on pictures and see how small and cute I was(I have to admit when I was really young I looked like a  rat) and I wish I could go back in time and relive some of the things I got to experience and maybe change some of the things I did wrong, and the way I treated certain people.  My parents always tell me how they are proud of me and they can see that I'm changing into a very nice young adult but I don't really want to grow up.  In school I'm picking courses for my semester that I'm coming back to finish and  everyone is talking about applying to certain programs and they have known what they have wanted to do for their whole life... but I have no clue at all what I want to do with the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DR1olgS-I/AAAAAAAAAII/Ey06OKeF0ic/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DR1olgS-I/AAAAAAAAAII/Ey06OKeF0ic/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440579069221555170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just think that life just goes by way to quickly and I really regret rushing certain things that I have done throughout my life.  I wish you could just pause life and flash back in time and relive certain events that you really enjoyed.  For example;  anytime that I spent time with my one Great Aunt Edith(who passed away) elementary school, high school, camping with my family when I was little, anytime spent on our boat, and the list could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DRtfzT6bI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7aSfs1sbmtM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DRtfzT6bI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7aSfs1sbmtM/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440578929424591282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, it sounds like I'm giving a speech right before something bad is going to happen to me.  Moving on...  These pictures that are in between the text are through my lifetime somewhat.  I raided my mom's old photo albums and tried to find some half decent pictures that my parents wouldn't kill me if I showed other people.  My mom said no to many of them(and I totally understood cause they were so funny) and my dad doesn't really care so I put them up anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DRtEWts5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/C-soqDRTGPs/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DRtEWts5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/C-soqDRTGPs/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440578922056889234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My birthday this year was amazing! Jake and I didn't go out for dinner on Valentines Day because our ninth month was on the 17 and my birthday on the 18 so we decided that we would do one dinner for all of them.  On my birthday Jake took me to my favorite restaurant of all Red Lobster.  We went to dinner somewhat early because we wanted to have some time to hang out after because Jake wanted to give me my gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DRsjc5PZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/N0TUGyFPH0A/s1600-h/4-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DRsjc5PZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/N0TUGyFPH0A/s400/4-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440578913224441234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake came to pick me up at 5 and as I was giving Jake directions to get to Red Lobster he asked me to go into the center compartment in his car to get out his Ipod so I could plug it in and we could listen to music.  So I finished giving him the direction and I opened the middle compartment and there it was... my gift! I just about crapped my pants because I didn't think it was going to be in there.  So as I was looking there was no Ipod in the first place.  Jake told me to open the card and so I did(and it was really cute)  and then there was a tiny little box sitting there just waiting to be opened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DRsXG4peI/AAAAAAAAAHo/axz0N8I7zOE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DRsXG4peI/AAAAAAAAAHo/axz0N8I7zOE/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440578909910902242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was wrapped in silver wrapping paper with a little red bow on the top.  Jake told me to open it  as I was taking off the wrapping paper I was thinking to myself; I didn't give him any ideas, and what the heck could this be? As the wrapping paper came off there it was starting me right in the eyes!  The word Raffi!  I screamed JAKEE! and I didn't even know what it was yet.  I was thinking hmmm, maybe it's new earings, or a new necklace.  I had NO IDEA!! I finally get the guts to open up the box and inside was a ring(there will be a picture soon!) By this time we were almost at Red Lobster.  Jake glanced over at me and said "do you know what this is"  and I thought to myself "uh, ya i know what it is?"  and then Jake said that it was a promise ring!!  I all of a sudden got really shaky and had about 1000 butterflies flying around in my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DRr0TKcpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Hz88xSirs2M/s1600-h/19032_299922521301_516371301_4006163_8138436_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DRr0TKcpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Hz88xSirs2M/s400/19032_299922521301_516371301_4006163_8138436_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440578900567159442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were pulling up to Red Lobster Jake asked me what driveway it was because there were about three in a row.  I answered the second one because I was positive I was correct!  Well I was wrong.  We went into the gym parking lot and we didn't really know how to get out.  It took way longer than it should have to actually arrive to the restaurant.  Finally when we parked I put the ring on!  It's beautiful and I love it to death!  My 18th birthday is the most memorable that's for sure!!  There will be pictures of the ring soon!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-232672912373238909?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/232672912373238909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/232672912373238909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/232672912373238909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DR19YPF1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yM9KwJJVilI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-8424864339447667097</id><published>2010-02-20T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:20:04.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>Sorry my posts have been so late I just have been very busy with homework and stuff.  Well on Valentines day Jake had to ref pretty much the whole day so I hung around my house with my mom and scrapbooked.  My mom and I talked about how we didn't understand the point of Valentines day because you should be able to show your love for someone any day of the week and as you get older you may not even see your husband/wife on Valentines day.  So we thought it was a dumb holiday.   As we were scrapbooking my mom and I made this card together for me to give to Jake later that night(I was very last minute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DEIYp1W-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xtvXnR2omMY/s1600-h/IMG_3848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DEIYp1W-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xtvXnR2omMY/s400/IMG_3848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440563998199471074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom had made a box for my brother Jason's girlfriend(if that's even the right word) and put candies inside so I thought heck lets make one for Jake so this is the box that I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DEInNJBGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LJhbzJm1AsE/s1600-h/IMG_3852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DEInNJBGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LJhbzJm1AsE/s400/IMG_3852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440564002105656418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and inside were one of Jake's favorite candies(I personally think they are disgusting-but whatever makes him happy!)  Inside of Jake's card I made coupons that said that I would pay for dinner and a movie(because he NEVER lets me pay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DEI0QmknI/AAAAAAAAAHY/n4kj2kxBOwY/s1600-h/IMG_3854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DEI0QmknI/AAAAAAAAAHY/n4kj2kxBOwY/s400/IMG_3854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440564005609837170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay now enough about what Jake got from me!  My Valentines day was awesome!!! My mom, Jason and I had to run to the mall to pick up a few things to add to the gifts and as we were pulling into our driveway there was a van that parked on an angle and my mom and I kind of looked at each other funny.  Then out of the corner of my eye I saw an older lady standing at our front door holding a huge thing of flowers and my youngest brother was taking them at the door.  As soon as we parked I ran inside and saw that they were from Jake.  Inside the packaging there were a dozen roses and some lilies.  I should have taken a picture as soon as I got them but I was in shock that he actually sent me them and now its to late because they are starting to droop!  After I received my flowers I no longer thought that Valentines Day was stupid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-8424864339447667097?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/8424864339447667097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/8424864339447667097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/8424864339447667097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DEIYp1W-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xtvXnR2omMY/s72-c/IMG_3848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-5179294517590617201</id><published>2010-02-20T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:23:13.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Red Wagon #16</title><content type='html'>Okay well I was going to try to do the challenge last week but I didn't get a chance too so I thought I would give this one a a try.  This week at the &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://lilredwagon.blogspot.com/2010/02/challenge-16-ribbon.html"&gt;Little Red Wagon&lt;/a&gt; Deanna challenged everyone to use ribbon and here is what I came up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DCPx4fZdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eEUfzt6gaXs/s1600-h/IMG_3848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DCPx4fZdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eEUfzt6gaXs/s400/IMG_3848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440561926207661522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the card that I gave Jake on Valentines day(there will be a post on Valentines day soon)  For the little people on my card, my mom and I actually paper pieced their outfits by stamping the image onto the pattern paper and then cutting it out.  My mom also helped me a bunch with making the guy tall enough to hold her hand(thanks mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandaaa(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-5179294517590617201?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/5179294517590617201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-red-wagon-16.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/5179294517590617201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/5179294517590617201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-red-wagon-16.html' title='Little Red Wagon #16'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S4DCPx4fZdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eEUfzt6gaXs/s72-c/IMG_3848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-3270488060873637760</id><published>2010-02-12T17:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T07:24:43.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi Formal!</title><content type='html'>Last night I had my Semi-formal at St. George Hall.  Before this Semi I had only ever gone to my grade nine one because in grade 10 I went to California with my mom and in grade 11 I ended up getting grounded(and I deserved it) but anyways.  This year I was in a leadership class at my school  and i was really hoping that the first semester class got the chance to run semi because the second semester class would get to run our prom.  Well me and four other girls ran semi this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3X_eESBJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/pUJQ8M8FgP4/s1600-h/IMG_3769-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3X_eESBJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/pUJQ8M8FgP4/s400/IMG_3769-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437533017130215266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our theme was Las Vegas and at first I was thinking okay... so this is going to suck like what kind of decorations could you get for Las Vegas that would be appropriate for a school function because everything in Vegas that I have ever known was about drinking and hardly any clothes.  Well we saw the hall and it is beautiful! It was huge and we thought we were going to have trouble filling the space.  I was thinking in the small town of Elmira there would maybe be a little bit over 100 kids there... well I guess completely wrong!  We had over 300 kids attend the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3X_d7ftDxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AP98ZHDcAS0/s1600-h/IMG_3768-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3X_d7ftDxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AP98ZHDcAS0/s400/IMG_3768-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437533014771699474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent all day yesterday at the hall with the other girls hanging up decorations and setting up tables.  I never really realized how difficult it was to run an event that you knew everyone would remember.  This dance was something that so many people remember and look forward  too and I was one of the people they blame if something didn't go right or if the dance "sucked"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YBFDqj8tI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vi0VdikiF1o/s1600-h/IMG_3831-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YBFDqj8tI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vi0VdikiF1o/s400/IMG_3831-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437534786491249362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So all five of us were very nervous the whole week before and until we got there last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YBE5QXtuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Atp-K4SXk3c/s1600-h/IMG_3824-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YBE5QXtuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Atp-K4SXk3c/s400/IMG_3824-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437534783697041122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wore the dress that I was going to wear last year.  Since I didn't get a new dress this year I went to go and get my hair done.  I thought since it was my last year I would do something special  and I thought it turned out really well.  For Christmas my brothers gave me a gift certificate to go and get my nails done so I also used that towards my "semi look"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YBEuaCASI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KaagPlIAbJg/s1600-h/IMG_3811-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YBEuaCASI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KaagPlIAbJg/s400/IMG_3811-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437534780784771362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I am creating a book for  Jake and now I have started my own 12x12 album I wanted a bunch of pictures that I could scrapbook and I told my mom that she would be in charge.  So my mom and I set out into the garage to find one of my dads shop lights(that blind you when you get your pictures taken by the way) and a white sheet and we put it over our TV unit and away we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YBEZQhMnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-4sStYX06eQ/s1600-h/IMG_3797-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YBEZQhMnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-4sStYX06eQ/s400/IMG_3797-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437534775107727986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake came over about an hour before we had to leave because I didn't know how long it would take for us to get all the picture taken.  Well when we were about to leave I got really bad butterflies and started to get really nervous....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YAqhNMfQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Fya34GRHABY/s1600-h/IMG_3790-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YAqhNMfQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Fya34GRHABY/s400/IMG_3790-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437534330564672770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got there everyone was standing in the lobby because they were waiting for all their friends to get there.  So Jake and I did the same because no one from grade twelve was there yet...  So Jake and I were watching people come in(and I could have done that all night)  Some of the dresses that the girls came in were like covering hardly any part of their body and come of them were just plain ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YAqZUFymI/AAAAAAAAAF4/skwViXx20XI/s1600-h/IMG_3787-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YAqZUFymI/AAAAAAAAAF4/skwViXx20XI/s400/IMG_3787-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437534328446110306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once more people that we hung out with got there we went in an danced for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YAqGkMiOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xesg5Y1hKFk/s1600-h/IMG_3781-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YAqGkMiOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xesg5Y1hKFk/s400/IMG_3781-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437534323413387490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I was one of the people who ran Semi-formal I had the pleasure to clean up the hall when everyone left!!(just what I wanted to do after I danced for 3 hours)  Jake drove that night so he had the pleasure of helping as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YAp1Pg5QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7g635bmYGsM/s1600-h/IMG_3778-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YAp1Pg5QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7g635bmYGsM/s400/IMG_3778-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437534318763238658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall Semi-formal went over really well!  I had a blast running it and attending it!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YApsig6lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PFGGHhXypuc/s1600-h/IMG_3777-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3YApsig6lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PFGGHhXypuc/s400/IMG_3777-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437534316427012690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told my mom that I wanted to post the pictures on my blog before she did but she didn't listen so here they all are...(thanks mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3X_em16p1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/oZgE-uxF2Y4/s1600-h/IMG_3774-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3X_em16p1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/oZgE-uxF2Y4/s400/IMG_3774-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437533026407589714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will be the first to scrapbook them since I didn't get to post them first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3X_eQD7B3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ab1fISYuBSY/s1600-h/IMG_3772-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3X_eQD7B3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ab1fISYuBSY/s400/IMG_3772-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437533020292319090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3X_eESBJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/pUJQ8M8FgP4/s1600-h/IMG_3769-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3X_eESBJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/pUJQ8M8FgP4/s400/IMG_3769-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437533017130215266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-3270488060873637760?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/3270488060873637760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/semi-formal.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3270488060873637760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3270488060873637760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/semi-formal.html' title='Semi Formal!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S3X_eESBJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/pUJQ8M8FgP4/s72-c/IMG_3769-r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-3825027912883096965</id><published>2010-02-07T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:01:54.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting my own album!</title><content type='html'>Well tonight at dinner I was talking to my mom about how I was thinking about starting my own 12x12 album that one day I could look back on.    Well  I did my first page to add to this book.  I used We R Memory Keepers  Nonsense paper line.  While I have been doing Jake's book I have found many cute layouts that I couldn't fit onto an 8x8 page so now I can make them for my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S298MZYxWZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-UrfsyY6fIU/s1600-h/IMG_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S298MZYxWZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-UrfsyY6fIU/s320/IMG_1013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435699827674536338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken this past summer with my friend Caelen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-3825027912883096965?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/3825027912883096965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/starting-my-own-album.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3825027912883096965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3825027912883096965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/starting-my-own-album.html' title='Starting my own album!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S298MZYxWZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-UrfsyY6fIU/s72-c/IMG_1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-2559220095540405061</id><published>2010-02-07T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:48:52.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Red Wagon Chipboard Challenge!</title><content type='html'>I had a bunch of fun last week when I tried out my first &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://lilredwagon.blogspot.com/2010/02/challenge-14-chipboard.html"&gt;Little Red Wagon&lt;/a&gt; challenge.  This week I thought that I would give it another try.  I used Crate paper, chipboard letters and used glimmer mist to colour the chipboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2927JwBbnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WJlnNsySi70/s1600-h/IMG_1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2927JwBbnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WJlnNsySi70/s320/IMG_1010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435694033861176946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-2559220095540405061?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/2559220095540405061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-red-wagon-chipboard-challenge.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/2559220095540405061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/2559220095540405061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-red-wagon-chipboard-challenge.html' title='Little Red Wagon Chipboard Challenge!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2927JwBbnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WJlnNsySi70/s72-c/IMG_1010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-2628071699399116637</id><published>2010-02-07T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:17:54.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you use it challenge?</title><content type='html'>Deanna posted a challenge on the Two Scrapbook Friends &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://twoscrapbookfriends.0forum.biz/how-did-u-use-it-f40/how-do-u-use-it-t2383.htm?sid=f058a286140361ebee8179f32700f1ca"&gt;forum&lt;/a&gt;.  She challenged us to use glitter and here is what I came up with.  My mom did a post on her blog a while ago about how to make bling swirls using stickles.  So I created this layout for Jake's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S29ycgRBu8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ziNHx5QWVF0/s1600-h/IMG_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S29ycgRBu8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ziNHx5QWVF0/s320/IMG_1016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435689109282732994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken this past summer on a railroad track in St. Jacobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-2628071699399116637?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/2628071699399116637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-do-you-use-it-challenge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/2628071699399116637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/2628071699399116637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-do-you-use-it-challenge.html' title='How do you use it challenge?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S29ycgRBu8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ziNHx5QWVF0/s72-c/IMG_1016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-3218326099798542741</id><published>2010-02-05T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:27:16.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the most boring life in the world!</title><content type='html'>Well I have NOTHING to blog about! Tonight I worked a few hours while Joanne was teaching a class and when I came home I was going to sit down and work on Jake's book for a little while because I was the only one home and because I would have nothing else to do.  So I came home ate something and then sat down at the kitchen table with all my stuff to start a layout!  Well do you think any idea would come to me? Nope, nothing at all! I looked through books and blogs and everything so I was looking through stuff until about 10:30!  Then my mom and dad came home from the Rangers game and decided to put everything away because it was going nowhere!  Well now i'm thinking about going to read some more of the book that I am reading.  It's called Handle With Care by Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2zl0HI-CPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jnOIp8PeMIg/s1600-h/handle-with-care.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2zl0HI-CPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jnOIp8PeMIg/s320/handle-with-care.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434971533761972466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult and really liked the way that she wrote so I thought that I should try maybe another book by her!   I usually dislike reading a lot but I am really liking this book!:)  Give it a try if you enjoy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-3218326099798542741?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/3218326099798542741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-most-boring-life-in-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3218326099798542741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3218326099798542741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-most-boring-life-in-world.html' title='I have the most boring life in the world!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2zl0HI-CPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jnOIp8PeMIg/s72-c/handle-with-care.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-2548257898364334229</id><published>2010-02-03T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:07:23.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad Photos!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;I got my grad photos while my mom was away in California and I have finally uploaded them!  Let me know what you think:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2pAC7p-6nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-UOhD9Jnfm4/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2pAC7p-6nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-UOhD9Jnfm4/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434226319493622386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o__P3otSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CBcQIO1Nh6E/s1600-h/5-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o__P3otSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CBcQIO1Nh6E/s400/5-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434226256200119586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_-2UiSCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/H-Mch2f7CIE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_-2UiSCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/H-Mch2f7CIE/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434226249342011426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_-pjj37I/AAAAAAAAAD4/yHcH5jeqfKA/s1600-h/4-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_-pjj37I/AAAAAAAAAD4/yHcH5jeqfKA/s400/4-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434226245915369394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_-fzgy2I/AAAAAAAAADw/HO-LlAjXFoQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_-fzgy2I/AAAAAAAAADw/HO-LlAjXFoQ/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434226243297921890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_-AcV5JI/AAAAAAAAADo/WiVd7R5bVBk/s1600-h/3-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_-AcV5JI/AAAAAAAAADo/WiVd7R5bVBk/s400/3-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434226234879239314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_u2AomnI/AAAAAAAAADg/bH0hOeNZCiQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_u2AomnI/AAAAAAAAADg/bH0hOeNZCiQ/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434225974380632690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_umnJhNI/AAAAAAAAADY/twm7LhPi-4g/s1600-h/2-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_umnJhNI/AAAAAAAAADY/twm7LhPi-4g/s400/2-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434225970247206098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_ufKdRFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aiUcZfLT40w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_ufKdRFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aiUcZfLT40w/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434225968247817298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_uNHI9FI/AAAAAAAAADI/YAbLpLtNvWQ/s1600-h/1-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_uNHI9FI/AAAAAAAAADI/YAbLpLtNvWQ/s400/1-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434225963402064978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_tyI8OyI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZN0fRwEnpx8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o_tyI8OyI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZN0fRwEnpx8/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434225956161862434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-2548257898364334229?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/2548257898364334229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/grad-photos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/2548257898364334229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/2548257898364334229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/grad-photos.html' title='Grad Photos!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2pAC7p-6nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-UOhD9Jnfm4/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-5802282055212515410</id><published>2010-02-03T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:08:41.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowboarding Adventure!</title><content type='html'>On Sunday I took Jake snowboarding for the first time.  Let me tell you it was kind of scary at first.  I was really nervous to take him on the lift because I didn't want him to knock me over, and I was nervous that we might start fighting while I was trying to teach him if he didn't understand it.  But it went much smoother than I thought it was going too!  The first time down the hill was a little rough for the both of us.  I stood at the top of the hill trying to explain something that made total sense to me but Jake just look at me and pretended to know what I was talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o3unusvSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nukl1DgOq00/s1600-h/IMG_0977-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o3unusvSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nukl1DgOq00/s400/IMG_0977-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434217174454287650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He got very upset the first few times down and kept on saying that he just wanted to stop and give up.  But I wasn't going to let that happen because we paid a bunch of money to be there and we had only gone down the hill two times.  Jake did really well on Sunday when we went.  We ended up leaving early because it was so busy and we were both getting really cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o3pG3iEfI/AAAAAAAAACw/H6abmhOInUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0975-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o3pG3iEfI/AAAAAAAAACw/H6abmhOInUQ/s400/IMG_0975-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434217079733621234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Tuesday Jake and I went back to Chicopee for the day when only high school kids were there because we were off for exams.  We bought a ticket that would allow us to go on all the hills that they had.  In the morning Jake and I spent our time on the beginner hills because Jake didn't feel comfortable to try anything bigger&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I totally understood)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o3o9NJzZI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEn9tqIzYQs/s1600-h/IMG_0971-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o3o9NJzZI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEn9tqIzYQs/s400/IMG_0971-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434217077139950994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake and I spent most of our time on the back two beginner hills(Rabbit Foot and Bear Foot)  the only thing that I really disliked about these hills were they didn't have a lift that you would sit in to get up the hill.  It was just a conveyor belt that you stood on while it pulled you up the hill.  Personally it killed my legs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o3oR4MnxI/AAAAAAAAACg/B3BfWoy_PUM/s1600-h/IMG_0962-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o3oR4MnxI/AAAAAAAAACg/B3BfWoy_PUM/s400/IMG_0962-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434217065509330706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake told me to make a pose because just smiling was boring so I tried my best.  We started to get a little chilly around 4 o'clock so we decided that we would go in to eat dinner.  Once we came out from dinner we did a run down Tender Foot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(another beginner hill)&lt;/span&gt; and then I thought since one of the easier adult hills looked really empty I would try to see if Jake would go up.  Jake said sure and we went down North.  I had an accident going down North about a year ago when someone cut me off  and I ended up really hurting my leg so I will a little nervous to go down that hill for the first time since then.  But I held in my fear and showed everyone my skill&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not that I have much)&lt;/span&gt;  Jake went down slowly after me and didn't fall once the whole way down the hill.  The smile on his face when he got to the bottom was ear to ear and I could tell that he really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o3oKFn4II/AAAAAAAAACY/Xr5yUlTiZrY/s1600-h/IMG_0952-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o3oKFn4II/AAAAAAAAACY/Xr5yUlTiZrY/s400/IMG_0952-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434217063418159234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When he got to the bottom I was telling Jake about one of the back hills called Front&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(to me that doesn't make sense that it's called front because it's on the back of the hill but whatever)&lt;/span&gt; but the only thing was we would have to go on the Sugarbowl lift(the biggest hill they have and personally it scares the crap out of me) and that lift went really fast so it was up to him.  He said sure.  Once we got onto the lift I started to freak out because I forgot how high up it actually was.  I tried to hold in the fact that I was scared because I didn't want to freak Jake out but that didn't work out to well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o3n7yQJ9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ot_MkkRExfg/s1600-h/IMG_0949-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o3n7yQJ9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ot_MkkRExfg/s400/IMG_0949-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434217059578816466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall Jake and I had an amazing time snowboarding!  I'm sure we will go many more times, and there will be many more posts about it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-5802282055212515410?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/5802282055212515410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowboarding-adventure.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/5802282055212515410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/5802282055212515410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowboarding-adventure.html' title='Snowboarding Adventure!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2o3unusvSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nukl1DgOq00/s72-c/IMG_0977-r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-7579683357036169321</id><published>2010-02-01T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:20:42.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Layouts!</title><content type='html'>Last night while I was waiting for my mom to come home from California, I sat at the kitchen table and created two more layouts for Jake's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2efBK84CbI/AAAAAAAAACA/CWpPFPR2xxs/s1600-h/IMG_3701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2efBK84CbI/AAAAAAAAACA/CWpPFPR2xxs/s400/IMG_3701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433486317914163634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2efA8nIlSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QqJtrOfJnAs/s1600-h/IMG_3699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2efA8nIlSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QqJtrOfJnAs/s400/IMG_3699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433486314064876834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried stitching on a layout for the first time and used way to much thread! The first picture was taken this past summer while I was away at Jake's family cottage for a week, and the second picture was taken when Jake came to a cottage we rented this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-7579683357036169321?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/7579683357036169321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-layouts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/7579683357036169321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/7579683357036169321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-layouts.html' title='More Layouts!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2efBK84CbI/AAAAAAAAACA/CWpPFPR2xxs/s72-c/IMG_3701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-9008581840924981747</id><published>2010-02-01T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:58:35.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Red Wagon #13</title><content type='html'>I started my new blog this week and I am excited to be able to try some of the &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://lilredwagon.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-red-wagon-challenge-13-hearts_27.html"&gt;Little Red Wagon&lt;/a&gt; challenges.  This weeks challenge was to use hearts.  I am making an album for Jake to give him on our one year anniversary.  This picture was taken this past summer in Grand Bend while I spent a week at Jake's family cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2efRSB58BI/AAAAAAAAACI/SzUKimD4kyA/s1600-h/IMG_3700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2efRSB58BI/AAAAAAAAACI/SzUKimD4kyA/s400/IMG_3700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433486594692214802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stitched a heart on the background of my page.  Then I routed through my mom's stuff and found letters that she will never use to spell the word 'together'!  Then I routed through more of her stuff and found some ribbon that matched perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for looking!&lt;br /&gt;Amanda(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-9008581840924981747?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/9008581840924981747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-red-wagon-13.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/9008581840924981747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/9008581840924981747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-red-wagon-13.html' title='Little Red Wagon #13'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2efRSB58BI/AAAAAAAAACI/SzUKimD4kyA/s72-c/IMG_3700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-6491306346678499224</id><published>2010-01-30T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:12:20.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow:)</title><content type='html'>Okay well i'm sorry that I didn't blog anything for the past few days but nothing really intersting has gone in my life that anyone would care about...anyways, my mom comes home tomorrow! I am so excited:D and I am going to teach Jake how to snowboard tomorrow.. should be interesting... I will post some stuff on snowboarding:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's having an awesome weekend:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-6491306346678499224?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/6491306346678499224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/6491306346678499224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/6491306346678499224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow:)'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-6764406895404698623</id><published>2010-01-27T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:24:43.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone special(:</title><content type='html'>For whoever is going to be watching my blog, there is going to be one person who comes up very often.  His name is Jake Radcliffe and hes someone that is really speical to me.  Jake and I have been dating for almost 9 months and hes pretty much part of our family now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2DxE2eo1kI/AAAAAAAAABw/19cQWBJ_7-c/s1600-h/jake+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2DxE2eo1kI/AAAAAAAAABw/19cQWBJ_7-c/s320/jake+and+i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431606216254608962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake is one of a kind that's for sure! He doesn't care what anyone thinks about him, he is always happy, and he ALWAYS has a smile on his face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandaa(:&lt;br /&gt;i better get studying! exam on friday..:S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-6764406895404698623?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/6764406895404698623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/01/someone-special.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/6764406895404698623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/6764406895404698623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/01/someone-special.html' title='someone special(:'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2DxE2eo1kI/AAAAAAAAABw/19cQWBJ_7-c/s72-c/jake+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-3984485037807712742</id><published>2010-01-27T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:42:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my best friend(:</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a best friend some people have best friends that come and go, and others have the same best friend their entire life.  Some people have 25 best friends and others only have 1 or 2.  Some people's best friends are friends they grown up with, or a boyfriend or girlfriend, but my best friend is different.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2C-16wTNRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QMleo--PLGk/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2C-16wTNRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QMleo--PLGk/s320/mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431550984123004178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend happens to be my mom I just hadn't realized it until about a year ago.  My mom and I went through some rough times and I admit I was the main problem,  but the most important thing is I am closer to her than I have ever been!  My mom has something I could never find in anyone else.  Shes 100% honest to me all the time, she can make me smile and laugh even when I am mad at her, I am able to tell her everything because I know she would never go behind my back and tell anyone else, she keeps me on track, and she believes I can do anything I put my mind to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2DAcJEwslI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pSSd0ieIM3k/s1600-h/n516371301_2263957_3965834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2DAcJEwslI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pSSd0ieIM3k/s320/n516371301_2263957_3965834.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431552740313576018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is currently in California for a trade show for work and shes gone until Sunday.  I have noticed before how different it is without seeing my mom for a while.  Even if it's me just being a school all day and her working later than I do.  I can't wait until my mom comes home on Sunday!  I have so much to tell her! I love you mom(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandaa(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-3984485037807712742?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/3984485037807712742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3984485037807712742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/3984485037807712742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-best-friend.html' title='my best friend(:'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2C-16wTNRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QMleo--PLGk/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348514620073236291.post-417207877661140978</id><published>2010-01-27T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:26:00.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving it a try..</title><content type='html'>My mom has a blog along with a bunch of her friends and she is always telling me that I should just try it out.  Well here I am making my first blog post and I have NO clue what I am doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348514620073236291-417207877661140978?l=amandawolff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/feeds/417207877661140978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/01/giving-it-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/417207877661140978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348514620073236291/posts/default/417207877661140978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandawolff.blogspot.com/2010/01/giving-it-try.html' title='Giving it a try..'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482718360638951568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jlyQm_OzyA/S2Ci_o7kGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vmPnKsy84Yg/S220/10230_137730561301_516371301_3091714_2398433_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
