<?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-1974246990290288432</id><updated>2012-01-24T11:22:28.935-08:00</updated><category term='glasses'/><category term='missionary'/><category term='burberry'/><category term='gucci'/><category term='saks fifth avenue'/><title type='text'>La Vita e Bella</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-7563646477613041171</id><published>2010-03-14T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T09:50:24.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Photos!</title><content type='html'>Not to brag or anything, but these are some of the fabulous shots my Dad has taken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surf and Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/S50RJsOjyYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7ukuWvtdJlA/s1600-h/Surf+and+rocks+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/S50RJsOjyYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7ukuWvtdJlA/s320/Surf+and+rocks+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448529982376888706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree Silhouette  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/S50Q2rzZCUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xNnw6cjNkNQ/s1600-h/tree+sillhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/S50Q2rzZCUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xNnw6cjNkNQ/s320/tree+sillhouette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448529655845423426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beautiful Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/S50Qo70HvPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eC-JjcNzWks/s1600-h/park+evening+layered+enlarged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/S50Qo70HvPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eC-JjcNzWks/s320/park+evening+layered+enlarged.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448529419625282802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Studly Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/S50QVikYbxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eEtwLL3B27g/s1600-h/Brent+Lacrosse+2009-4-03-508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/S50QVikYbxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eEtwLL3B27g/s320/Brent+Lacrosse+2009-4-03-508.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448529086430867218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Charming Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/S50QFuh3ErI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tbSqGKjhdgk/s1600-h/1880-Lisa-Walking-bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/S50QFuh3ErI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tbSqGKjhdgk/s320/1880-Lisa-Walking-bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448528814763610802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnlough Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/S50PkgAURFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xJW3u58SbfU/s1600-h/_D200119+Carnlough+bay-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/S50PkgAURFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xJW3u58SbfU/s320/_D200119+Carnlough+bay-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448528243929138258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't his profession, but my Dad's a pretty great photographer.  As you can see, his landscapes are beautiful, and his people shots really capture the essence of the subject and what they are doing.  I wish he could take even more people shots--they are so interesting--but he is very polite and doesn't want to take pictures of people without their permission.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started out at BYU I was an art major until I decided to change to English.  I like to think that I got some of my Dad's artistic talent, as well as my Mom's--she has incredible talent for painting crafty things like ceramics and wood as well as knitting beautiful, complicatedly artistic sweaters, blankets and baby blessing outfits and hats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-7563646477613041171?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7563646477613041171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=7563646477613041171' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/7563646477613041171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/7563646477613041171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2010/03/awesome-photos.html' title='Awesome Photos!'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/S50RJsOjyYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7ukuWvtdJlA/s72-c/Surf+and+rocks+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-2418230655317546720</id><published>2009-06-01T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:19:52.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>I called my younger brother Brent for his birthday:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little Brent is all grown up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still young compared to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, but you're all tall and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that makes me superior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, I guess I'm just a loser because I'm so short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-2418230655317546720?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2418230655317546720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=2418230655317546720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/2418230655317546720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/2418230655317546720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown Up'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-4609020320853734874</id><published>2009-03-18T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:32:54.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a beacon to look to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/ScFoRhkW2aI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Jb-NTSHxUCc/s1600-h/2334566842_0ef1c358d4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/ScFoRhkW2aI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Jb-NTSHxUCc/s400/2334566842_0ef1c358d4_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314643685551823266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa always gets so into 24 that I like to tease her that she is getting a full aerobic workout.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't get any exercise today, you'll get some tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on it.  I'll probably wear a sweatband a bring gatorade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes- very smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could all learn something from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your humility especially is an example to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.  If more people were like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try.  We fail.  We try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the expectation is a wee bit unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we never expect to make it but at least we have a beacon to look to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true--like gatsby's green light at the end of the dock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, the american dream- these are nothing compared to lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rather remarkable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you should come over tonight- now i'm a little intimidated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  That sometimes happens.  Try not to compare yourself- that's not fair to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks i feel a little better.  I guess it's like trying to compare apples and oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah- if the orange were a diamond.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-4609020320853734874?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4609020320853734874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=4609020320853734874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/4609020320853734874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/4609020320853734874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2009/03/beacon-to-look-to.html' title='a beacon to look to'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/ScFoRhkW2aI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Jb-NTSHxUCc/s72-c/2334566842_0ef1c358d4_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-2156490281177059696</id><published>2009-02-10T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:07:13.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SZJA2wXeE4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/BysfdkuFkrE/s1600-h/women%27s+rowing+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SZJA2wXeE4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/BysfdkuFkrE/s400/women%27s+rowing+team.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301371020808950658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really, really want to join a rowing team some day.  That is all, have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-2156490281177059696?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2156490281177059696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=2156490281177059696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/2156490281177059696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/2156490281177059696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-really-really-really-want-to-join.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SZJA2wXeE4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/BysfdkuFkrE/s72-c/women%27s+rowing+team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-8742732343428416427</id><published>2009-01-12T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:45:19.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Car, Less of a Problem</title><content type='html'>Not having a car really, really stinks.  But there are a few redeeming benefits.  Has someone ever been driving you and some friends home and you secretly wished that you would be the last person to be dropped off because you wanted to prolong the fun as much as possible?  This is one of those rare times when not having a car is a plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-8742732343428416427?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8742732343428416427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=8742732343428416427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/8742732343428416427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/8742732343428416427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-car-less-of-problem.html' title='No Car, Less of a Problem'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-6311732578822083262</id><published>2008-12-18T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:20:29.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.     St. John 15:13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SUrmu5iA4HI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uThWzrk9nLc/s1600-h/in_humility.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SUrmu5iA4HI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uThWzrk9nLc/s400/in_humility.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281287206437183602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said unto me: Knowest thou the condescension of God?&lt;br /&gt;  And I said unto him: I know that he loveth his children; nevertheless, I do not know the meaning of all things.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         1 Nephi 11:16-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ loved us so much He would lay down His life for us.  Christ loved us so much He did lay down His life for us.  Christ would rather have gone through our pains for us than have to watch us go through them ourselves.  He did go through our pains, so that we could be healed of them.  He would rather suffer for our sins than have us suffer for them.  He did suffer for our sins so that we don't have to suffer for them.  He loved us, and He loves us still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-6311732578822083262?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6311732578822083262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=6311732578822083262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/6311732578822083262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/6311732578822083262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/12/greater-love-hath-no-man-than-this-that.html' title='Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.     St. John 15:13'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SUrmu5iA4HI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uThWzrk9nLc/s72-c/in_humility.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-2176539832182475697</id><published>2008-12-14T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:20:42.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream</title><content type='html'>You know how you're always in the middle of this exciting dream but you always wake up right before it finishes and you are annoyed because you want to know what happened?  Well, last night, for the first time I can remember, I finished a dream!  After it was over, I woke up a little, but not completely, so that I was in this semi-conscious state.  And I felt completely satisfied.  "That was wonderful" I thought, "so entertaining!"  I began to think about writing it down in book form and publishing it.  And then I really fully woke up, and I realized that was a stupid idea.  But it was a great dream.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what happened is that I was swimming in the BYU pool, and this guy came up and tried drowning me by holding me underwater at the bottom of the pool, but I escaped and came up and got out of the pool and began yelling "help" as loudly as I could.  So then this really big marine guy came in with a stun gun and he tried to shoot him, but the guy was invincible and the gun had no effect.  Then I kept yelling "help" and all sorts of more people came,but no one was able to shoot this guy, the bullets just bounced off of him.  But then I found this old camera sitting there, and I found that if I took a picture of the bad guy it took his invincibility-ness away.  So then I took his picture and we nabbed him and I finished my excellent dream.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an action adventure dream, high time entertainment at its greatest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-2176539832182475697?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2176539832182475697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=2176539832182475697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/2176539832182475697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/2176539832182475697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-dream.html' title='My Dream'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-3304217109889610302</id><published>2008-12-09T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:02:39.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How is this Possible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/ST8dV8JU6sI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vCrpn0eWtcM/s1600-h/2066203625_a5130da690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/ST8dV8JU6sI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vCrpn0eWtcM/s400/2066203625_a5130da690.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277969551061215938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the library, and I haven't run into a single other person I know!  Well, one friend, but I was wearing a coat so it didn't count.  Not only am I suffering from social withdrawal, but today I am wearing a wardrobe masterpiece and no one is here to see it!  I've been saving this cowgirl shirt in my closet in case I ever am invited to an event where you're supposed to dress up in country clothes, but today I looked at it and I wondered what it would be like if I wore it.  So I pulled it out, and it wasn't so bad.  I put on some dangly earrings to match, and somehow managed to get my hair in the perfect messy ponytail--the kind where it looks like it was just sort of thrown together and messed up but still looks good--you can't plan that sort of thing.  I'm pretty proud of this outfit--it's pushing the edges a little, but still normal enough that I can wear it and not look out of place.  I got the idea from my sister Lisa--she told me she likes to dress nice, but push the edges of creativity sometimes.  I like it.  No, I really like it.  Maybe I'm liking it too much.  Now I wish I could wear a cowgirl hat somewhere and not look out of place.  I even feel stupid wearing cowboy hats to rodeos--like I'm a poser or something. That's what Halloween's for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's funny about Halloween?  All these people dressed up and wore their outfits around campus during the day.  It was so funny, because I watched them and noticed they started to get this harried (is that a word?) look on their faces.  They were staring straight ahead and walking quickly and looking a little picked on, like they were having a bad day.  Obviously no one was doing anything to them, except staring at them, and not even staring because they were weird, just staring because they were interesting to look at.  They were getting a taste of what it feels like to not blend in.  It must be really rough to not blend in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blending in, but I'm still making a statement, in a mild sort of way.  It's kind of fun to be a little quirky sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-3304217109889610302?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3304217109889610302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=3304217109889610302' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/3304217109889610302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/3304217109889610302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-is-this-possible.html' title='How is this Possible?'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/ST8dV8JU6sI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vCrpn0eWtcM/s72-c/2066203625_a5130da690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-1260085686518555075</id><published>2008-11-13T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:12:46.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>instruction manual to win Amy's heart</title><content type='html'>Item #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys: if you want to win Amy or any other high caliber, beautiful, witty, smart, all around perfect catch, the first thing you must do is to listen to quality country music and internalize its messages.  Once you and Tim McGraw feel pretty much the same way about matters of love and life, your chances have grown immeasurably. Also, cowboy hats don't hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-1260085686518555075?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1260085686518555075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=1260085686518555075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/1260085686518555075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/1260085686518555075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/11/instruction-manual-to-win-amys-heart.html' title='instruction manual to win Amy&apos;s heart'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-7436411241132539550</id><published>2008-11-12T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:48:15.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry me Juliette !</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SRsyOQU9zVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4CwhfOZsud4/s1600-h/mist.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SRsyOQU9zVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4CwhfOZsud4/s400/mist.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267859409622388050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister introduced me to the Taylor Swift song, Love Story.  My life is a fairy tale just like Taylor Swift's/Juliette's in this song.  I feel like a princess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went running in the rain.  I had meant to go on a walk, but the crisp air was so glorious I broke into a run.  Mist hung in the air and the rain was so light it didn't seem to be actually falling, just suspended there.  As I climbed up the hill, each step forward seemed to be symbolic of the upwards climb I have made through life in the last few years.  I imagined someone interviewing me.  "Did you really use to be that far down there" she asked. "Yes" I replied "It was really that bad."  "How on earth did you ever get out of it, you have beaten the odds--one in a million"  "Well" I said, "It was God, he helped me."  "God, He just gave this to you?"  "Well no, it was a fight.  I fought with everything I had, and I didn't give up, and I made it."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my run and I came home and bowed myself on the ground and offered sweet thanks.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was overcast today, but in my life the sun has finally broken through the clouds and finally the tears coming out of my eyes are ones of joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-7436411241132539550?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7436411241132539550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=7436411241132539550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/7436411241132539550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/7436411241132539550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/11/marry-me-juliette.html' title='Marry me Juliette !'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SRsyOQU9zVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4CwhfOZsud4/s72-c/mist.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-3240335765023955564</id><published>2008-09-30T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:19:10.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Unfortunate I am Too Old for a Ring Pop</title><content type='html'>I don't mind being older.  I like it, no I love it actually.  It's just fun to be grown up.  I guess the only drawback is that I can't carry around a ring pop (a ring where the diamond is actually a sucker) and suck on it occasionally and maintain any sort of dignity.  Or a candy necklace, eating those in public is probably out too.  I guess you just can't have everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-3240335765023955564?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3240335765023955564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=3240335765023955564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/3240335765023955564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/3240335765023955564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-unfortunate-i-am-too-old-for-ring.html' title='It is Unfortunate I am Too Old for a Ring Pop'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-2166475767986537691</id><published>2008-09-18T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:45:44.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-2166475767986537691?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2166475767986537691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=2166475767986537691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/2166475767986537691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/2166475767986537691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-impressions_18.html' title='First Impressions...'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-5585775742700715514</id><published>2008-09-09T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:45:16.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an Aunt !!!</title><content type='html'>This morning my wonderful, amazing sister Julia became a mother!&lt;span style=""&gt;  Perfect, little blonde William Eric, weighing in at 6 lbs 12 oz.  &lt;/span&gt;And let me tell you,William is so lucky because he has an awesome mom!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Julia is one of my greatest inspirations, the kind of girl that makes the impossible possible—from running a marathon, to surviving off of no sleep as she went through college and culinary school and juggled a hundred other things, to moving to New York City at a young age and  making it her own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But most of all, Julia is a great friend, and one of my favorite people in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish her and her husband all of the best of luck in this new endeavor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love ya Julia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-5585775742700715514?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/5585775742700715514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=5585775742700715514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/5585775742700715514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/5585775742700715514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-aunt.html' title='I&apos;m an Aunt !!!'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-3904236989463687182</id><published>2008-09-05T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:41:54.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Handey</title><content type='html'>quoteworld.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somebody told me it was frightening how much topsoil we are losing each year, but I told that story around the campfire and nobody got scared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jack Handey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-3904236989463687182?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3904236989463687182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=3904236989463687182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/3904236989463687182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/3904236989463687182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/09/jack-handey.html' title='Jack Handey'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-7291843474620676945</id><published>2008-09-02T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:56:13.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't worry, I'm still alive</title><content type='html'>Don't worry, I survived the first day of fall semester.  If you'd known what I'd be subjected to in accelerated Spanish 101 and you cared about me at all, you'd be thankful for that reassurance.  The first half of the class, we were given no evidence that the professor spoke any English whatsoever.  He jumped right in, pointing to people and asking them questions in Spanish.  Fortunately I knew enough to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To one girl he asked "Are you nervous?"  Not totally sure what he was asking, or if it was the right answer, she replied "No."  He had her stand up in front of the class.  "Now are you nervous?"  She realized she should say "Yes."  "OK, you can sit down."  He then began asking the class how they were doing.  One guy told him that he was doing well.  "Do you have a girlfriend?"  "No"  "Aren't you sad?" "Well a little"  "Oh" Professor Meredith shook his had sadly.  He pointed to the guy holding out his hand and made an appeal in his behalf to the women in the class:  "girls..."  We laughed.   He asked the girl next to me if she had a brother.  She replied "Yes."  "What's his name?"  She looked at him blankly.  "You don't remember the name of your brother?"  A little confused, she replied "si (yes)."  The class laughed a little bit and I realized I better come to her rescue "He wants to know the name of your brother" I whispered.  "Oh" she replied, relieved "Mike."  And so the class continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor finally broke into English long enough to explain straight faced that he expected us to give 80 hours a week to the class, and fail all of our other classes, but at least we would be proficient in Spanish.  He listed chapters we would blitz through at lightning speed, the hours we would spend studying with partners, the hours we would spend speaking in a lab, and I gulped.  I looked at the rest of the class.  At least we were in this together.  And I'm sure most of them, like me, were a little overwhelmed, but I think we were also a little invigorated by the challenge.  Hope that invigoration lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-7291843474620676945?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7291843474620676945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=7291843474620676945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/7291843474620676945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/7291843474620676945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-worry-im-still-alive.html' title='don&apos;t worry, I&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-7107347205370797734</id><published>2008-08-31T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:53:55.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ridiculously overpriced !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SLtYiZie07I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0HmZEqbIWks/s1600-h/519491%7EFlying-Money-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SLtYiZie07I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0HmZEqbIWks/s320/519491%7EFlying-Money-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240879939370013618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was walking through the BYU Bookstore as I often do when a cheap little toy caught my eye. It was a little cardboard box with a handle sticking out of it. "I wonder what the handle does, probably play music" I thought and picked it up to test my theory. Sure enough it was a mini little cardboard music box that played a blurb about 5 seconds long and then repeated the blurb over and over again. "Wow" I thought "I wonder what in the world you would do with one of these." I wondered how much it would cost and turned it over to check. $7.99. "Seven ninety nine!!! That's ridiculous" I mentally exclaimed "What a ridiculously overpriced thing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, and I'm not exactly sure why, I accidentally dropped it. My first thoughts were just curiosity as to whether the little toy would survive the fall. I picked it up and twisted the handle and no music came out. Not only ridiculously overpriced but cheaply made and easily broken!  But guess who had broken it. Who pays $7.99 for a cheap little toy that breaks easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-7107347205370797734?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7107347205370797734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=7107347205370797734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/7107347205370797734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/7107347205370797734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/08/ridiculously-overpriced_31.html' title='ridiculously overpriced !'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SLtYiZie07I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0HmZEqbIWks/s72-c/519491%7EFlying-Money-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-4252024195580864356</id><published>2008-08-14T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:52:53.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Ole' Harold B. Lee Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SKTs9_GXqWI/AAAAAAAAADk/2jcB8hr45yA/s1600-h/hbll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SKTs9_GXqWI/AAAAAAAAADk/2jcB8hr45yA/s320/hbll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234569216565684578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight at 8:00 the library closed early because of graduation ceremonies tonight.  I turned towards home--the place I go occasionally because I can't sleep at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to shoo everyone out of the library they always play music really loudly over the intercom --always something rousing like the Lord of the Rings soundtrack.  I have always had a great dream that one night everyone in the library would become as one and dance to the music as we make our way towards the door.  Tonight my hopes were partially realized.  A girl spread her arms out and kicked up her sandaled foot, pointing her toes and then she waltzed around just a little.  Not many people saw but it made me smile.  BYU students are so dorky and I mean that in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the library, just today I was walking to campus with a guy in my ward and we were talking about how you always run into people you know at the library.  We decided that you go to the library to avoid all the distractions of your apartment, only to never get anything done because of all the people you run into at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to the library for having become my natural habitat and to my apartment for being my home away from home when I need a place to sleep.  Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-4252024195580864356?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4252024195580864356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=4252024195580864356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/4252024195580864356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/4252024195580864356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-ole-harold-b-lee-library.html' title='Good Ole&apos; Harold B. Lee Library'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SKTs9_GXqWI/AAAAAAAAADk/2jcB8hr45yA/s72-c/hbll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-7284531695885605464</id><published>2008-08-10T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:28:26.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrels!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SJ-VqA8_x8I/AAAAAAAAADc/xpMjK95iWqE/s1600-h/squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SJ-VqA8_x8I/AAAAAAAAADc/xpMjK95iWqE/s320/squirrel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233065841070688194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was biking the other day a squirrel ran on the trail in front of me, and noticed something and decided to stop and check it out—right in front of me!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately my bike’s braking system is excellent and I was able to stop on a dime (or maybe I just wasn’t biking that fast :)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then scurried over to the edge of the trail and stopped in the bushes and so I took the opportunity to give him some friendly council.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; should be more careful” I lectured him “I almost &lt;i style=""&gt;killed&lt;/i&gt; you!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He looked up at me and then scampered off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve heard the squirrels in Central Park will come up and take food right out of your hands.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Squirrels!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They live on the edge like there’s no tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someday I will point to a squirrel and teach my children that that’s &lt;i style=""&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; how you’re supposed to behave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-7284531695885605464?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7284531695885605464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=7284531695885605464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/7284531695885605464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/7284531695885605464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/08/squirrels.html' title='Squirrels!!!'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SJ-VqA8_x8I/AAAAAAAAADc/xpMjK95iWqE/s72-c/squirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-232312108906171176</id><published>2008-08-05T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:03:01.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going public!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you are a new reader, welcome!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Up until now, I’ve been pretty shy and only told a handful of friends and family about my blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those who are so close that they know all my deepest secrets and whether or not I would vote for Ronald Reagan. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you comment, I will also tell you all my deepest secrets and whether or not I would vote for Ronald Reagan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have recently overcome my shyness and decided to go public.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many ways to spread the word have occurred to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Such as making business cards and handing them out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The business cards will be attached to shiny new nickels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bribery? You may ask.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, yes, but practical bribery—the kind that fits into my budget.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Actually, what I have just done is to post the address of my blog on my facebook profile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A bold move on my part, although I'm not actually sure that anyone will see it there. In this blog, I plan to unlock the mysteries of the universe, reveal my character, and offer humorous insights into life and love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My ability to execute that plan is somewhat limited however.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel a little like a girl trying on her mom’s high heels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not grown up enough to blog yet, and I’m probably going to trip all over myself and maybe even fall flat on my face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, why do we fall, so that we can learn to pick ourselves back up again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In conclusion I realize that by reading to the end of this post you have been very kind in humoring me thus far.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I will tell you that yes indeed, I would vote for Ronald Reagan.&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/1974246990290288432-232312108906171176?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/232312108906171176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=232312108906171176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/232312108906171176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/232312108906171176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-public.html' title='going public!'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-7764810057032011116</id><published>2008-07-28T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:26:47.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I was biking up a hill that always exhausts me (I’m exhausted easily), and instead of looking at the top of the hill like I usually do, I just looked at the ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly it was so much easier and I hardly even noticed that I was going up a hill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is what my Dad always told me to do when we went biking—just focus what’s right in front of you and don’t worry about the huge hill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He compared it to life: you just take it day by day, minute by minute sometimes, and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;focus on doing the best you can right now, and don’t get overwhelmed by the big picture or the huge goal you’re trying to accomplish.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-7764810057032011116?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7764810057032011116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=7764810057032011116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/7764810057032011116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/7764810057032011116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/07/hill.html' title='The Hill'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-1010822801020415491</id><published>2008-07-21T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:27:51.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gucci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saks fifth avenue'/><title type='text'>Keeping up with the Joneses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SIpu6KukoRI/AAAAAAAAADM/JmiTC6os6f4/s1600-h/burberry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SIpu6KukoRI/AAAAAAAAADM/JmiTC6os6f4/s400/burberry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227112263108043026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been looking over my wardrobe and it could definitely use some serious upgrades.  But being a poor college students, I really can't afford anything much more than Old Navy or Ross.  So I've decided to start a charity fund--for my wardrobe.  The only problem is that I'll probably get tons of checks and I hate running to the bank to cash them.  So for the sake of practicality I've decided that I just can't accept anything under $1,000. Please feel free to donate :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-1010822801020415491?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1010822801020415491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=1010822801020415491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/1010822801020415491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/1010822801020415491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/07/keeping-up-with-joneses.html' title='Keeping up with the Joneses'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SIpu6KukoRI/AAAAAAAAADM/JmiTC6os6f4/s72-c/burberry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-4163004662272367796</id><published>2008-07-21T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:12:58.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SIVTFd-J8hI/AAAAAAAAABM/2kKzqa2S5t8/s1600-h/mountain+texting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SIVTFd-J8hI/AAAAAAAAABM/2kKzqa2S5t8/s320/mountain+texting.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225674296043106834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that life is full of little ironies, and I'm here to tell you that it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Today in class my professor (who also teaches Junior High) took a break from the prepared lecture and began a discussion about whether technology is a good or a bad thing.   I realized that this was a perfect opportunity to  send a text I had been thinking about (he wouldn't see me, it's a 200 student class).  I got out my phone and found that I had received a text.  So I began reading it and became absorbed trying to think of a reply--letting time get away from me a little, until I realized that perhaps the discussion was over and we might be about to start the lecture again.   I zoned back in and looked up just in time to hear my teacher tell us mature college students: "Yes one way that technology can be bad is with cell phones in Junior High.  I just can't get my eighth graders to take their hands off their texting long enough to pay attention to class."  I put away my phone and stayed focused the rest of the class.  Like I said, life is full of little ironies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-4163004662272367796?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4163004662272367796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=4163004662272367796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/4163004662272367796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/4163004662272367796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/07/ironic.html' title='Texting'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SIVTFd-J8hI/AAAAAAAAABM/2kKzqa2S5t8/s72-c/mountain+texting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-6902108208872331347</id><published>2008-07-16T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:38:20.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary'/><title type='text'>on why I should wear my glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SIAFATI-9DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bpeNGF8_cZM/s1600-h/nerd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SIAFATI-9DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bpeNGF8_cZM/s320/nerd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224181070445868082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was just out walking at dusk and this guy in a suit passed me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suit, slightly messed hair, and that walk, I would know that walk anywhere!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stopped in my tracks as he passed me, my mouth hung open and then I turned around at him and stared.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess that I felt the approaching night made me invisible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sensed me staring at him and turned around and looked back at me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Elder B. from Russia who was on a mission in Russia!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He must have been transferred to Provo!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And this righteous Elder must have been walking around without a companion, in early evening, on BYU campus!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he’d recognized me too, that’s why he was stopping, to say ‘Hello!’ It was all coming together!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(OK, so maybe my ability to think quickly is a little limited.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corners of my mouth shot towards the sky and I rushed to meet him, “Elder B. how great to see you!” poised on the tip of my tongue.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I got a little closer and to my great astonishment, it wasn’t Elder B.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a guy who worked at the MTC, who I didn’t know, but had seen around just enough to recognize.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I quickly realized my error, and even quicker came up with something witty to say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I know you” I exclaimed with all the enthusiasm that had been worked up at the thought of Elder B.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You work in the MTC.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He smiled and, without missing a beat, replied “Yes, you work in the MTC too, I forgot your name.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Well, that’s because we’ve never met, I’m Amy.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked his name but in the confusion of the moment quickly forgot it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We paused and established how we had passed each other occasionally and the different departments we had worked at.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“OK, so nice to see you; have a good night” I said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Yes, so nice to see you—was it Tiffany?” “close, Amy”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I knew it ended in a ‘Y’” he said as we began walking our separate ways.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet he’ll lie in bed tonight wondering if something about him mysteriously attracts girls, and whether I was hoping for a date.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-6902108208872331347?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6902108208872331347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=6902108208872331347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/6902108208872331347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/6902108208872331347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-why-i-should-wear-my-glasses.html' title='on why I should wear my glasses'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxPj5f56Mas/SIAFATI-9DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bpeNGF8_cZM/s72-c/nerd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974246990290288432.post-3912382361285641530</id><published>2008-07-02T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:00:37.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello !</title><content type='html'>Hello Blog World! I'm happy, pleased, and thrilled to join you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974246990290288432-3912382361285641530?l=amykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3912382361285641530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974246990290288432&amp;postID=3912382361285641530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/3912382361285641530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974246990290288432/posts/default/3912382361285641530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amykaty.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title='Hello !'/><author><name>Amy Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529744213171315287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
