tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444017200400115742023-11-15T22:27:19.105-08:00checks and balancesiamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-86330213367830451362010-03-01T20:48:00.000-08:002010-03-01T21:34:08.520-08:00It's almost Spring!<div align="left">Spring has come early to my heart. I first sensed it when I saw all the daffodils popping up everywhere all bright and yellow and joking around. Then today, while driving up the 101, the wildflowers in the hills and all along the freeway just stole my heart! I'm suddenly buzzing like a bumble bee!<br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div>And as expected I am feeling on the brink of change and growth, and I'm ready to kick things up a notch. This Spring I want to embrace life more abundantly, and take a step into deeper faith, hope, and love. The journey begins...iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-61622401295102654192010-02-13T17:20:00.000-08:002010-02-15T22:49:37.856-08:00passion love<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Once there was this whale. She was pretty content. She thought that maybe she couldn't even be happier. She went to school and found a job that she liked real well. She spent special time with her family and friends, and even bought herself fancy new shoes. Everyday she would watch the sun rise and set, and think </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Well, that was sure nice".<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNlDUw_Qc-h73uVN0_QGRfV_XB3bFr2-hiHtVcPHgp4Kwd4JRmjlRub381o68xHmPnAxARjm1yfoMA20uA6wIyk6fAGmydJoUB4kVWrSXlcPIkOBcUG5J0kN3ed0hbGssfmtOiRcdZtQ/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437953894588971394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNlDUw_Qc-h73uVN0_QGRfV_XB3bFr2-hiHtVcPHgp4Kwd4JRmjlRub381o68xHmPnAxARjm1yfoMA20uA6wIyk6fAGmydJoUB4kVWrSXlcPIkOBcUG5J0kN3ed0hbGssfmtOiRcdZtQ/s320/scan0002.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Then one day, another whale came to town. He was soo cute. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">He paid real special attention to her and </span><span style="font-size:85%;">she felt butterflies in her stomach. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Boy did they hit it off. He put some love in her heart </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">and then she put some love in his heart and </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">then they just kept putting more and more love into each other's hearts,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">back and forth like this.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozZgLjen_3yrsiiMZylFObm-aIRMtfxlkC2Aat2TRdapuMsdWxmb1azpDkqnuMpMOS14Mt7wJ1bE2Fp7gnMMmqt2_PaAn3cBy_IyrZVwLgi1TpX39wNnZ9YRnYbrVyc2jm4YG9uB6wp4/s1600-h/scan0002+(2).jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437953900355765906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozZgLjen_3yrsiiMZylFObm-aIRMtfxlkC2Aat2TRdapuMsdWxmb1azpDkqnuMpMOS14Mt7wJ1bE2Fp7gnMMmqt2_PaAn3cBy_IyrZVwLgi1TpX39wNnZ9YRnYbrVyc2jm4YG9uB6wp4/s320/scan0002+(2).jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Everyday their hearts grew bigger and bigger and more and more full of love. At first she wondered if her heart would hold it all... what if it exploded or something!</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXuUaMnwTXV0O6TKdjAzaHXeR8k3gK_DHwfPmIXv2RBjmdIlvHDDeYNuvVJNRxZ3nWT26J6J8xRFWu3DKLEoEwNRiHajc-OXXsZnF6kRR2y75-YjbnWgmb23JTujSw_1GowZVIvBYtjU/s1600-h/scan0002+(3).jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437954638908433314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXuUaMnwTXV0O6TKdjAzaHXeR8k3gK_DHwfPmIXv2RBjmdIlvHDDeYNuvVJNRxZ3nWT26J6J8xRFWu3DKLEoEwNRiHajc-OXXsZnF6kRR2y75-YjbnWgmb23JTujSw_1GowZVIvBYtjU/s320/scan0002+(3).jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But then she decided to chance it. She fell in love. And her life was never the same.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq3ytP4GHdDJFwmnk0hjh3jfgNUm0knW73-lDJ-Aq-hGoaIOlQvfTeeP6DqmyznibLYlnXMQpEo3g3RftI2yPe5C3VkcVuikkypQkq_ZljzsMCughI28rPsIfkB5E4EcoI02Pgj3WXEtE/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437955037221402114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq3ytP4GHdDJFwmnk0hjh3jfgNUm0knW73-lDJ-Aq-hGoaIOlQvfTeeP6DqmyznibLYlnXMQpEo3g3RftI2yPe5C3VkcVuikkypQkq_ZljzsMCughI28rPsIfkB5E4EcoI02Pgj3WXEtE/s320/scan0003.jpg" /></a> </div>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-69077117577743505462010-01-24T21:49:00.000-08:002010-01-24T21:54:53.900-08:00See Ya There!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxygfskmxcE54fatxDkZMw6craHmAKucBnL8vXJ-eoy87Il3sdIT7J0q0fD4VjWcux1UdItNvw1ZtZIDTiXd16_9_Kghrzuj48neff_RrHsaL5_AjfqaunZEQ_T65_jGlhpm_FaUXWjQ/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-01-23+at+12.36.44+PM%5B1%5D.png"><img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430550897124878546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxygfskmxcE54fatxDkZMw6craHmAKucBnL8vXJ-eoy87Il3sdIT7J0q0fD4VjWcux1UdItNvw1ZtZIDTiXd16_9_Kghrzuj48neff_RrHsaL5_AjfqaunZEQ_T65_jGlhpm_FaUXWjQ/s320/Screen+shot+2010-01-23+at+12.36.44+PM%5B1%5D.png" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://http//monsterloveconspiracy.blogspot.com/">http://http//monsterloveconspiracy.blogspot.com/</a>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-81691327847232981922010-01-21T07:26:00.000-08:002010-01-21T07:51:04.529-08:001.21.10<div><span style="font-size:130%;">Top 10 reasons to xoxo Mike</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYI4MkNq2ZlHNw3YZXn4ZkwkRAqxHeBXbcYFeU5-vy_wqyq89bGrM8pb0imMnMU7rsAvU7eT6XOXelMJB5K5xmbg4la5YmiSO4Ft2eMB5y2IAr1Y6tYeEUEn3ECSRM8dl7psiQjG6zRM/s1600-h/big+sur+081.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429217388336419650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYI4MkNq2ZlHNw3YZXn4ZkwkRAqxHeBXbcYFeU5-vy_wqyq89bGrM8pb0imMnMU7rsAvU7eT6XOXelMJB5K5xmbg4la5YmiSO4Ft2eMB5y2IAr1Y6tYeEUEn3ECSRM8dl7psiQjG6zRM/s320/big+sur+081.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><br />10. He loves puppies</div><div>9. He loves the people he loves</div><div>8. He puts his whole heart into his work and projects</div><div>7. He is considerate and thinks about the needs of others</div><div>6. He smells good</div><div>5. He makes really good sandwiches</div><div>4. He is bold</div><div>3. He is outgoing, a people person</div><div>2. He starts laughing toward the end of a sentence and his words turn into laughter</div><div>1. He wants to make the world a better place. and already does!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><em>Thank you for being born 28 years ago and for filling this world with so much life and love and fun. </em><em>You are a gift.</em><br /><br /></div>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-15447005220469352172010-01-20T07:43:00.000-08:002010-01-20T07:48:38.937-08:00thunder. lightening. rain. power?<span style="font-size:130%;">Can someone bring my car to my front door?<br />Looks like today's gonna be an adventure.</span>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-61323361771399914022010-01-14T22:06:00.000-08:002010-01-14T22:19:08.666-08:00<span style="color:#ffcc66;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Trust steadily in God.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Hope unswervingly. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Love extravagantly. </span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Love extravagantly.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Love extravagantly.</span></span>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-80466083663647875542009-12-28T20:17:00.001-08:002009-12-28T20:22:01.777-08:00home sweet home<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5gSHVrHsm_LkBU6E9WllsPwJ6aO7Xej_oZ-quIkQ4w0Hp-7I6ydad3RBMwnIw5EyApYACr60TYNdp5Tv_3D0HKi5xnuEmcvs89hBXj-zE2YI0BEEGU6PE2HlEF-5pZ7M_ku8G65Op7Pg/s1600-h/christmas+09+110.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420508441007553186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5gSHVrHsm_LkBU6E9WllsPwJ6aO7Xej_oZ-quIkQ4w0Hp-7I6ydad3RBMwnIw5EyApYACr60TYNdp5Tv_3D0HKi5xnuEmcvs89hBXj-zE2YI0BEEGU6PE2HlEF-5pZ7M_ku8G65Op7Pg/s320/christmas+09+110.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-71102555489366168682009-12-14T10:00:00.001-08:002009-12-14T10:17:22.653-08:00Good Tidings!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKa9ja_n03rX_PcnlRjYoU1GqKYhTYFUYN7DmY3nCVQ-cLG5QyIDBHDjfy9zwWp2A1lWr0HO_w_i77rGNaZQV1bu0HT5kETGrTLqfEoQJhTFIl5BQSq1BvJcmON8X5j_ht3INxBoXQjh8/s1600-h/christmas+09+019.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415153821870827298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKa9ja_n03rX_PcnlRjYoU1GqKYhTYFUYN7DmY3nCVQ-cLG5QyIDBHDjfy9zwWp2A1lWr0HO_w_i77rGNaZQV1bu0HT5kETGrTLqfEoQJhTFIl5BQSq1BvJcmON8X5j_ht3INxBoXQjh8/s320/christmas+09+019.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Hark!</em><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWS63unrQOOoalbvnByMtCjF1NhZ5LASqcJPlxQH8WJc9PwR-bn2E-kFH53F1fvV0zBW5INhqxA5wTfINxWl_BPv-8eAnTD73GFeOUIRrnNQ-M6F4NOs8W2wl7fIq6UDr8Y4NtrHrpJgw/s1600-h/christmas+09+008.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415153825737239954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWS63unrQOOoalbvnByMtCjF1NhZ5LASqcJPlxQH8WJc9PwR-bn2E-kFH53F1fvV0zBW5INhqxA5wTfINxWl_BPv-8eAnTD73GFeOUIRrnNQ-M6F4NOs8W2wl7fIq6UDr8Y4NtrHrpJgw/s320/christmas+09+008.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Good Cheer!</span></em></div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8u6Iw8lzPdF4YV0oZtuxgilK0W2Fvk0KFS7ZbUbJDBDFNQmbY-MAWEY1koUevE1ZWeXGmmPU5GuNn1nKMnnZ0KhDJcKhDX944PlFHGhrEANHaTYjw73iAJY4i0oSdME4hIx1M9_k_S0Q/s1600-h/christmas+09+024.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415155845015717474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8u6Iw8lzPdF4YV0oZtuxgilK0W2Fvk0KFS7ZbUbJDBDFNQmbY-MAWEY1koUevE1ZWeXGmmPU5GuNn1nKMnnZ0KhDJcKhDX944PlFHGhrEANHaTYjw73iAJY4i0oSdME4hIx1M9_k_S0Q/s320/christmas+09+024.JPG" /></a> </div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Yule Tides!</em><br /></span></div><em></em>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-65946545199646285472009-11-28T07:57:00.000-08:002009-11-28T07:59:07.514-08:00Check these kids out!<p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7860893&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7860893&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object></p><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/7860893">OFFICIAL</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/legrandcru">LE GRAND CRU</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-83757226993444256842009-11-23T21:25:00.001-08:002009-11-23T22:18:29.928-08:00bright eyed and bushy tailed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWoVRyHUvHZir8vy-kie3d0dZNkJy68B_uLWZSFy19t4i3J3zhej30rjVXC3O2xIvxdY98ae9dw85P_zYYX4Z8r0TGHldnk_ggz9GFuxEAdhuyu-BfPuWvOYc7FEM80wAKI07Hk-81Hs/s1600/spetember+2009+020.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407537717465743154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWoVRyHUvHZir8vy-kie3d0dZNkJy68B_uLWZSFy19t4i3J3zhej30rjVXC3O2xIvxdY98ae9dw85P_zYYX4Z8r0TGHldnk_ggz9GFuxEAdhuyu-BfPuWvOYc7FEM80wAKI07Hk-81Hs/s320/spetember+2009+020.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Wally gets cuter with age. Every night I call him to come inside and then have to wait for like 5 minutes. Then, all of the sudden, he comes skidding in through the front door, practically crashing into things as he races for the kitchen. He stares at the fridge and meows like a hungry teenage boy, and then eventually gives up and settles for his kibble dish. After he's done feeding, he saunters into the living room where I pick him up and he purrs and snuggles into my shoulder. As I pull out all of the little stickers and brush residue caught in his tail from all the day's adventure, I can't help but be filled with love for my sweet little explorer. All boy. Bright eyed and bushy tailed.iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-62773364143423811862009-11-19T20:58:00.000-08:002009-11-19T21:32:49.057-08:003 weeks?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpVhr_LxMpEs02J63ZlEQCo9wwzFnJU1ZEUqUGuMshKAh18b13uPD56QehTEB57ztQ6WcVr1L9HCAvzbBCfJpD9LepJUF1ZU9S0Vil_nqZY0h12lJem9IiP021Esz9DjiyZjgVV_hM_Y/s1600/Point&Shoot_3779.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406046174600047682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpVhr_LxMpEs02J63ZlEQCo9wwzFnJU1ZEUqUGuMshKAh18b13uPD56QehTEB57ztQ6WcVr1L9HCAvzbBCfJpD9LepJUF1ZU9S0Vil_nqZY0h12lJem9IiP021Esz9DjiyZjgVV_hM_Y/s320/Point&Shoot_3779.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">you've got to be kidding.<br />(i'd be mad if i wasn't so proud of you!)</span>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-70759356924089904862009-11-17T19:15:00.000-08:002009-11-17T22:20:55.508-08:00One more time, with feeling!<span style="font-size:85%;">So my new job. It is everything I hoped and dreamed for. I am so thankful to even have a job right now, let alone one that I can find meaning and purpose in. I am learning so much everyday and I realize that, this time around, I am actually interested in learning more and asking questions. This is good because I am not currently an expert in breastfeeding, babies, or parenting. And I find myself looking things up a lot and asking my very knowledgeable coworkers things all the time… “So like what exactly is this nipple shield we keep speaking of…” and my coworkers are the most caring and supportive nurses I’ve ever worked with! As I am slowly building up my caseload (I’m currently rolling with about 6 clients… ), I’m finding that I couldn’t have asked for a better fit for me right now. I am so blessed and so thankful for this opportunity. I have so much to learn and my eyes and heart are being opened to some of the need that exists in my very own community.<br /><br />This very place that I grew up in my whole life, this place that I thought I knew so well. The streets I drive on, the restaurants and coffee shops I hang out in, the stores I’ve always shopped in…. I’m seeing that there is so much more life that exists outside of my little world. I’m discovering neighborhoods I never knew existed, trailer parks tucked away in the quiet little pockets of the city. I’m seeing some poverty that I’ve only ever really seen in foreign countries. Homes that have cardboard for windows and doors, and no heating or electricity. Meth labs next to my client’s home, and maybe even in the home. I’m slowly starting to see the things that I never have before. The homeless shelters, the DSS building, The WIC office. Have these always been here? How could I not have noticed. I feel humbled and thankful and stirred, all at the same time.</span>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-49269395170500448182009-10-24T00:44:00.001-07:002009-10-24T00:51:18.380-07:00This little pumpkin is trying to look scary but just looks cute instead.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6EGd2NTos-Cum-99WnOm5PTcc2OrgzZpbInx8g-fdWRcAe-mZ5FkDQodJRUrd-b7X_CmjcBvW4bLfnEwH5EIlQlAcgR59erbUJIo5I63douGmJgdiWfrzoZUJNSh2xNCcBtM5EA3f7Lg/s1600-h/20091008_AmySeattle_0711.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396070021645336418" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6EGd2NTos-Cum-99WnOm5PTcc2OrgzZpbInx8g-fdWRcAe-mZ5FkDQodJRUrd-b7X_CmjcBvW4bLfnEwH5EIlQlAcgR59erbUJIo5I63douGmJgdiWfrzoZUJNSh2xNCcBtM5EA3f7Lg/s320/20091008_AmySeattle_0711.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I think I need to sleep now.iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-54063782588891919302009-10-23T21:54:00.000-07:002009-10-23T22:24:17.971-07:00shine<em>“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>-</em>Marianne Williamsoniamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-63915584323098353922009-10-05T09:44:00.000-07:002009-10-23T02:00:34.994-07:00i heart autumn!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5d3bTU6b_1TDpNIc8vCJPJ6XOBYN235ojZaFOPzKULhfD_9peAdD69Or2_4Ijl-kuFnNCv0A0lGQxF3EDa0S9APlUAEo7skg-pjHRgDsxo5QAXVDPN80_WNcMHlj6ExIfZ1ZZtGHxxWg/s1600-h/Fall+09+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389159029752908050" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5d3bTU6b_1TDpNIc8vCJPJ6XOBYN235ojZaFOPzKULhfD_9peAdD69Or2_4Ijl-kuFnNCv0A0lGQxF3EDa0S9APlUAEo7skg-pjHRgDsxo5QAXVDPN80_WNcMHlj6ExIfZ1ZZtGHxxWg/s320/Fall+09+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQ-iLRBACUD_1WKp2IVpj3J9d3sWuqmx3kWaFyf3-OdJOokJkYPC2abVemVqk1puX9R3HI_zHyWhuPYavQp3d_jtbzKYjAnunGD7y1QzVGA-jfTlHoKktEXE-srQwlZJQ9dzs7iu4ciY/s1600-h/Fall+09+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389159013407386034" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQ-iLRBACUD_1WKp2IVpj3J9d3sWuqmx3kWaFyf3-OdJOokJkYPC2abVemVqk1puX9R3HI_zHyWhuPYavQp3d_jtbzKYjAnunGD7y1QzVGA-jfTlHoKktEXE-srQwlZJQ9dzs7iu4ciY/s320/Fall+09+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc8MQ9gy-UyNlA0E5T8pkyb9hM7wNwj29jY4BCz-58nrI7V4a1ZPwKzp7RIme1_ub1aF6Uttv7YsuB5W-xNSaWzc81mM_VRK7Kge-M5g72C9xsvbvr1nju5gPcWQbTFNbtuGxeVCxg8B0/s1600-h/Fall+09+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389159019366527570" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc8MQ9gy-UyNlA0E5T8pkyb9hM7wNwj29jY4BCz-58nrI7V4a1ZPwKzp7RIme1_ub1aF6Uttv7YsuB5W-xNSaWzc81mM_VRK7Kge-M5g72C9xsvbvr1nju5gPcWQbTFNbtuGxeVCxg8B0/s320/Fall+09+006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAWrAf_A8D-RJYOeSjX6XK8Bx3xrrhjHltPo5dhzc6k8T-2KzQDUpryG9eCNyyYvFcM5OeemZkyyglzJs4DUIa4UW_qYGi-nKtswohVR_0dntI3bss9sOcNSmi8S8FKDtMKKjWkZY41A/s1600-h/Fall+09+004.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAWrAf_A8D-RJYOeSjX6XK8Bx3xrrhjHltPo5dhzc6k8T-2KzQDUpryG9eCNyyYvFcM5OeemZkyyglzJs4DUIa4UW_qYGi-nKtswohVR_0dntI3bss9sOcNSmi8S8FKDtMKKjWkZY41A/s320/Fall+09+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389162307811375298" border="0" /></a>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-71893352190925503542009-09-24T17:16:00.000-07:002009-09-24T21:35:26.596-07:00A+A take on Big Sur<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidyadG8SvZ7YLy5dZt7R_WiykA6b0R9aqZuitQq8Cy9BnfU3pjbqrxJ6dEDXRC_32J-grwJu05cdoY0-3U4On8WTAGCH6F_L-IyiAOyokIYlUR9KxSSMV7Z180GMnlcTjE60hWs2jKDa8/s1600-h/spetember+2009+044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385240235881711890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidyadG8SvZ7YLy5dZt7R_WiykA6b0R9aqZuitQq8Cy9BnfU3pjbqrxJ6dEDXRC_32J-grwJu05cdoY0-3U4On8WTAGCH6F_L-IyiAOyokIYlUR9KxSSMV7Z180GMnlcTjE60hWs2jKDa8/s320/spetember+2009+044.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Yesterday Ash and I loaded up the car and headed North up Highway one to Big Sur for our first ever annual Girl's camp out (right Ash?)! Boy did we have an adventure. After making a few stops along the way, we made it to our lovely campground. Lucky for us, they weren't at full capacity and we got to choose whatever site we pleased. We looked and looked for the perfect spot and finally decided on the most beautiful site in the whole place. The afternoon sun was streaming through the trees just right and we spent the whole rest of the afternoon setting up our beautiful campsite just so. Unfortunately, the sun went down before we had time to really explore or hike around the area, but we didn't mind. After all, we had dinner to make and s'mores to roast! Here are some pictures of our magical camping trip.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKFSe_Fo-1Ol5vFYLY6f_zMj9M3na06q3sobQp0Sny0YTD8PwKmd2Uipm5aCZDUCRn-Xb4wtOSZPrjvDN5ENy7sJprnsBVaydMlM0XRZkF3JjFBGst4GxUER0Vzj5X9za0sRuiuC78G4/s1600-h/spetember+2009+048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385243667515071266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKFSe_Fo-1Ol5vFYLY6f_zMj9M3na06q3sobQp0Sny0YTD8PwKmd2Uipm5aCZDUCRn-Xb4wtOSZPrjvDN5ENy7sJprnsBVaydMlM0XRZkF3JjFBGst4GxUER0Vzj5X9za0sRuiuC78G4/s320/spetember+2009+048.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em>"Our fire looks so professional"</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9bLxG8C7Z_IpV2WFuXSM8U19MXbQpdoyv9jfp2HTfMwE1717TwZtUyZ_e7FrjSNsRkim8_3Ba-5UA58eZ-imG3kdoMwyY4taVmZrC8V1tZyGdLZLYc1B_RQl5D-6c7vCu9eAf1W3-GI/s1600-h/spetember+2009+054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385242335041331234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9bLxG8C7Z_IpV2WFuXSM8U19MXbQpdoyv9jfp2HTfMwE1717TwZtUyZ_e7FrjSNsRkim8_3Ba-5UA58eZ-imG3kdoMwyY4taVmZrC8V1tZyGdLZLYc1B_RQl5D-6c7vCu9eAf1W3-GI/s320/spetember+2009+054.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em>"Come and get it!"</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIh6eEemqpRwEj4gDmqSwFhAzzZlQfEGcOjvHcJprQPo0noly-X4YAORYhAom3M1toIuGPH8r6amVL9v_6CfxWYB38d77d6TDyZDUpxg5U7gXxzgYzgw9PAaLhsgJapBPGkCFgl0oCMOY/s1600-h/spetember+2009+056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385245025787916050" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIh6eEemqpRwEj4gDmqSwFhAzzZlQfEGcOjvHcJprQPo0noly-X4YAORYhAom3M1toIuGPH8r6amVL9v_6CfxWYB38d77d6TDyZDUpxg5U7gXxzgYzgw9PAaLhsgJapBPGkCFgl0oCMOY/s320/spetember+2009+056.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em>"Shall we check the corn again?"</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4uPjrd6PTKj8crBa8I7R7iQvTYwrnfcYdJ-lldFMjwQoGH5v2ZT9m0RVt6kxh9-k3R_S0hb-5LHPQcSov-2YgCzsW4L20bwtel3aeKp306_kdc4ufYypSLvoHJKvCVTm95c2ElBN5zl0/s1600-h/spetember+2009+051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385245016329626674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4uPjrd6PTKj8crBa8I7R7iQvTYwrnfcYdJ-lldFMjwQoGH5v2ZT9m0RVt6kxh9-k3R_S0hb-5LHPQcSov-2YgCzsW4L20bwtel3aeKp306_kdc4ufYypSLvoHJKvCVTm95c2ElBN5zl0/s320/spetember+2009+051.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em>"Sure does shut down early around here"</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJLvj2_5O56S99RY1UBP19gSI8qMAED05zMHJXRgvwGpIpeQjavcgbzDLlilBe1dMweWosn4yWe_ORdwlKhVNG3loFOpC7HrEiwZU4tmq82GXvSPW7qjnN09YaA-tPO1rzKhSMNp5np-E/s1600-h/spetember+2009+058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385245008410178498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJLvj2_5O56S99RY1UBP19gSI8qMAED05zMHJXRgvwGpIpeQjavcgbzDLlilBe1dMweWosn4yWe_ORdwlKhVNG3loFOpC7HrEiwZU4tmq82GXvSPW7qjnN09YaA-tPO1rzKhSMNp5np-E/s320/spetember+2009+058.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em>"This looks like something the boys would totally eat"</em><br /><br />Of course, the trip did have it's ups and downs. I would be lying if I said that I did not get food poisoning and did not throw up multiple times during the early hours of the morning. Yes it was a low point and we had to wrap things up earlier than expected the next morning (Or rather, Ashley did...) But overall our camping trip was a success! And I would even say that the bathroom facilities were pretty clean and accommodating for "being sick". I used almost every one in fact. And the side of my car. and a few bushes next to our tent.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAn8TnS8oHX_xx1hyphenhyphens3RiBay1mVxHvZ0c1oZbbZGG0i0JpVhAf4Sh_yfg_Uw1PHktHiXzfXRV-EluqZRWg4Sb8NvkbuCrJt7ykCPolKYGi_XPJnOgCITdXgh3QMkASur5OdH1922VLSU/s1600-h/spetember+2009+034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385202027711160786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAn8TnS8oHX_xx1hyphenhyphens3RiBay1mVxHvZ0c1oZbbZGG0i0JpVhAf4Sh_yfg_Uw1PHktHiXzfXRV-EluqZRWg4Sb8NvkbuCrJt7ykCPolKYGi_XPJnOgCITdXgh3QMkASur5OdH1922VLSU/s320/spetember+2009+034.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ash I love you! Thanks for the memorable camping trip. I loved telling that lady in the store how we were best friends and had been <em>"For fifteen years"</em> and then laughing at how that almost sounded like an old person thing to say. You bring so much fun and love and laughter into my life and I am so thankful for you. A+A forever baby!iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-76276450732272013832009-09-22T08:21:00.000-07:002009-09-22T08:31:48.719-07:00Dear Diary,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgykpbR0ruQTNjXYBC7jb8NUgfQq7qpgfTC8cxfDd59QM3-w1k-MSN18Yubos3Ml8Z9xyFiUM5_pAy2q0td2v1SRlWFVM3KRQvrD0YOGrcDWjIJVTL34kzaJMf8q349DDkij_0vNnyK23Y/s1600-h/camp+krem+035.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgykpbR0ruQTNjXYBC7jb8NUgfQq7qpgfTC8cxfDd59QM3-w1k-MSN18Yubos3Ml8Z9xyFiUM5_pAy2q0td2v1SRlWFVM3KRQvrD0YOGrcDWjIJVTL34kzaJMf8q349DDkij_0vNnyK23Y/s320/camp+krem+035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384312539871474546" /></a><br /><br />My boyfriend is so nice. I like him.iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-36520098963887991612009-09-18T20:56:00.000-07:002009-09-18T21:01:33.349-07:00<em>Dear interview panel,<br /><br />I thought we really connected the other day. The way you ladies looked at me and smiled and nodded. I honestly thought we were hitting it off. I felt so articulate and charming as I poured out my heart to you, telling you about all my experiences and projects, and how I could really find meaning and purpose in this job. That it would be more to me than just some old job. I told you that I would work extra hours, late hours, and that I would learn do my best to become an expert in this field. I told you how much I loved your organization and your mission. I actually meant it. <br /><br />And my outfit. I looked cute and professional. And it killed me, but I wore the simple pearl studs instead of my prettier dangly ones. I didn’t want to be too flashy on our first date. And when I left, we were all smiling and thanking each other… the chemistry was so good. I was certain you felt it too.<br /><br />It’s been over a week now, ladies, and I haven’t heard back from you. No call. No text. No email. Nothing. I got your answering machine again this afternoon and I debated in a split second whether or not to leave a message or try again later. I decided to try again Monday morning, and hope for a real human on the other end.<br /><br />I braced myself for this. In fact I anticipated it. But now that it’s happening I feel so rejected, so deflated. I put myself out there. I took a chance. Frankly, I’m a little crushed. I took it personally because I am a person. So now I guess I have to get back out there. You know, start dating again… I know something even better is out there for me. And when I find it, it will be magic. <br /><br />Sincerely,<br />Amy<br /> <br />Ps. If you change your mind please call me. I will forgive you and take you back xoxo </em>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-44915792176837888632009-09-17T14:22:00.000-07:002009-09-17T14:26:56.668-07:00Breaking news!I know this is sooo last week. But look how sweet little Lucky is with his little coaster-feets... Thank you Lucky for your lesson in perseverance. I love you.<br /><br /><div><iframe height="339" width="425" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/32893386#32893386" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"></iframe><p style="font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 425px;">Visit msnbc.com for <a style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com">Breaking News</a>, <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;">World News</a>, and <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;">News about the Economy</a></p></div>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-51629738248954996072009-09-16T08:24:00.000-07:002009-09-16T08:28:16.035-07:00furious longing, furious love<div align="center"><em>When then, eternal father, did you create this </em></div><div align="center"><em>creature of yours?...</em><em>You show me that you made </em></div><div align="center"><em>us for one reason only: in your light you saw</em></div><div align="center"><em>yourself </em><em>compelled by the fire of your love to give </em></div><div align="center"><em>us being in spite of the evil we would commit </em></div><div align="center"><em>against you, eternal father. It was fire, then, </em></div><div align="center"><em>that compelled you. Oh, unutterable love, even </em></div><div align="center"><em>though you saw all the evils your creatures </em></div><div align="center"><em>would commit against your infinite goodness, </em></div><div align="center"><em>you acted as if you did not see and set your </em></div><div align="center"><em>eye only on the beauty of your creature, with </em></div><div align="center"><em>whom you had fallen in love like one drunk and </em></div><div align="center"><em>crazy with love... You are the fire, nothing but </em></div><div align="center"><em>a fire of love, crazy over what you have made.<br /><br /></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><strong>-The Prayers of Catherine of siena</strong></div><div align="center">(Taken of course from B. Manning's <em>The Furious Longing of God</em>)</div><div align="center"><em></em></div>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-82316007774734203662009-09-15T11:54:00.000-07:002009-09-15T12:03:45.032-07:00believe in me.I really like this story that B. Manning shares in his book <em>The Furious Longing of God</em>. I cried when I read this.<br /><br />Back in the 1960s, I was teaching at a university in Ohio and there was a student on campus who by society’s standards would’ve been called ugly. He was short, extremely obese, he had a terrible case of acne, a bad lisp,and his hair was growing like Lancelot’s horse- in four directions at one time. He wore the uniform of the day: a T-shirt that hadn’t been washed since the Spanish American war, jeans with a butterfly on the back, and of course, no shoes.<br /><br />In all my days, I have never met anybody with such low self-esteem. He told me that when he looked in the mirror each morning, he spit at it. Of course no campus girl would date him. No fraternity wanted him as a pledge.<br /><br />He walked into my office one day and said, his lisp evident, “Ah you’re a new face on campus. Well, my name is Larry Malaney and I’man athgnostic.”<br /><br />I said, “You’re what?”<br /><br />He repeated himself and I said, “Wow, congratulations! If you ever become an atheist, I’ll take you to dinner and we’ll celebrate your conversion.”<br /><br />The story I’m about to tell you is what Larry got for Christmas one year.<br /><br />Christmas came along for Larry Malaney and he found himself back with his parents in Providence, Rhode Island. Larry’s father is atypical lace-curtain Irishman. Now there are lace-curtain Irish and there are shanty Irish. A lace-curtain Irishman, even on the hottest day in summer, will not come to the dining room table without wearing a suit, usually a dark pinstripe, starched white shirt, and a tie swollen at the top. He will never allow his sideburns to grow to the top of his ears and he always speaks in a low, subdued voice.<br /><br />Well, Larry comes to the dinner table that first night home, smelling like a Billy goat. He and his father have the usual number of quarrels and reconciliations. And thus begins a typical vacation in the Malaney household. Several nights later, Larry tells his father that he’s got to get back to school the next day.<br /><br />“What time, son?”<br /><br />“Six o’clock.”<br /><br />“Well, I’ll ride the bus with you.”<br /><br />The next morning, the father and son ride the bus in silence. They get off the bus, as Larry has to catch a second one to get to the airport. Directly across the street are six men standing under an awning, all men who work in the same textile factory as Larry’s father. They begin making loud and degrading remarks like “Oink, oink, look at that fat pig. I tell you,if that pig was my kid, I’d hide him in the basement, I’d be so embarrassed.”Another said, “I wouldn’t. If that slob was my kid, he’s be out the door so fast, he wouldn’t know if he’s on foot or horseback. Hey, pig! Give us your best oink!”<br /><br />These brutal salvos continued.<br /><br />Larry Malaney told me that in that moment, for the first time in his life, his father reached out and embraced him, kissed him on the lips, and said, “<em>Larry, if your mother and I live to be two hundred years old,that wouldn’t be long enough to thank God for the gift He gave to us in you. I am so proud that you are my son!”</em><br /><br />It would be hard to describe in words the transformation that took place in Larry Malaney, but I’ll try. He came back to school and remained a hippie, but he cleaned up the best he could. Miracle of miracles,Larry began dating a girl. And to top it off, he became the president of one of the fraternities. By the way, he was the first student in the history of our university to graduate with a 4.2 grade point average. Larry Malaney had a brilliant mind.<br /><br />Larry came to my office one day and said, “Tell me about this man Jesus.” And for the next six weeks, in half-hour increments, I shared with Larry what the Holy Spirit had revealed to me about Jesus. At the end of those six weeks, Larry said, “Okay.”<br /><br />June 14, 1974, Larry Malaney was ordained a priest in the diocese of Providence, Rhode Island. And for the past twenty years, he’s been a missionary in South America, a man totally sold out to Jesus Christ. Do you know why? It wasn’t because of the six weeks of sitting in Brennan Manning’s office while I talked about Jesus. No, it was because of a day, long ago, during a Christmas vacation, standing at a bus stop, when his lace-curtain Irish father healed him. <em>Yes, his father healed him. His father had the guts to get out of the foxhole and choose the high road of blessing in the face of cursing and taunts. His father looked deeply into his son’s eyes, saw the good in Larry Malaney that Larry couldn’t see for himself, affirmed him with a furious love,and changed the whole direction of his son’s life.</em>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-46710321830886460202009-09-11T15:57:00.002-07:002009-09-11T15:58:00.962-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9crvVZbweAZCFZFSXJBZUFW55H0P1Eu4D0erTuKIxHbMxPVGzBfM_T-zVNmu69SwzNjznKHJc7iu5d-vhnYSIHR5sFskq-ZAiE3hiq8QWTNDwIBui4krG0SZw1MFl-tZtALDR7Q2iz4/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380347936326387826" style="WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9crvVZbweAZCFZFSXJBZUFW55H0P1Eu4D0erTuKIxHbMxPVGzBfM_T-zVNmu69SwzNjznKHJc7iu5d-vhnYSIHR5sFskq-ZAiE3hiq8QWTNDwIBui4krG0SZw1MFl-tZtALDR7Q2iz4/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-13663397571570824282009-09-11T15:57:00.001-07:002009-09-11T15:57:29.159-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZkmg7tDuJuQHQ-VfNMkOskkEuSoa5vGyeMofBL7Wot9vCy3-cPVpfFun6aXN6adQ9USbU2hwBmw_rs4PliQGDo108ohdW17o7oa0PpMKAMLCokGQjs1rL9N7XYQ4Ypo4dRpOwHqPd0Wk/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380347805809086690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZkmg7tDuJuQHQ-VfNMkOskkEuSoa5vGyeMofBL7Wot9vCy3-cPVpfFun6aXN6adQ9USbU2hwBmw_rs4PliQGDo108ohdW17o7oa0PpMKAMLCokGQjs1rL9N7XYQ4Ypo4dRpOwHqPd0Wk/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-90300014422317147352009-09-11T15:51:00.000-07:002009-09-11T15:52:36.320-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoiaE5GSuqitIizn_B_QBZ8ZbuBpKGm5mMVmxrOeY7KA3FwD0h5fpWHgCKEZfWEjWiKyWSVtjCj3Nq6lkbj-qlTbf0TmFCvJ3RZsNKlSLVykj22bIANtq949rq5IzIssXV2xk3q0l0g5k/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380346535522145586" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoiaE5GSuqitIizn_B_QBZ8ZbuBpKGm5mMVmxrOeY7KA3FwD0h5fpWHgCKEZfWEjWiKyWSVtjCj3Nq6lkbj-qlTbf0TmFCvJ3RZsNKlSLVykj22bIANtq949rq5IzIssXV2xk3q0l0g5k/s400/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644401720040011574.post-49665637390058217592009-09-11T15:50:00.000-07:002009-09-11T15:51:48.579-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6h1amYczuZe6GaBg64AhU7l0ujVJ46IhpG1vRnDqDgQI0PAd77pNwds8f_7dJYti4uLzQ-Rh2ieVjos3jf5tDsmhd0oo5iaOBK2tS-g0Dwg5oiDGxQRwyV5ly_81FwGAgrZMvPf2zNn4/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380346317761278866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6h1amYczuZe6GaBg64AhU7l0ujVJ46IhpG1vRnDqDgQI0PAd77pNwds8f_7dJYti4uLzQ-Rh2ieVjos3jf5tDsmhd0oo5iaOBK2tS-g0Dwg5oiDGxQRwyV5ly_81FwGAgrZMvPf2zNn4/s400/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>iamamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250157209457763016noreply@blogger.com0