<?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-3120471579217035174</id><updated>2012-02-07T06:57:38.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Crazy Life...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my blog. I will be talking about all kinds of randomness that you may or may not care anything about. Thank you and good day/afternoon/night.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-6340557689137845544</id><published>2008-08-18T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:39:44.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lola's Growing Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes our lovely little Lola is growing so big! But ohhhh my gosh I never knew that puppy training could be so insane! It definitely makes you think twice about having babies, let me tell ya. Here are some new pictures of her that I've recently taken ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" dragover="true" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SKosUQjYezI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7TihH7-cMN8/s1600-h/lola+sadface"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SKosUQjYezI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7TihH7-cMN8/s320/lola+sadface" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236046243324001074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dragover="true" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's Lo after she got in trouble for playing with my shoes. No she doesn't just love flip flops, she has an affection for all shoes! Even my nice heels. I quickly learned to put things in the closet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" dragover="true" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SKotFmUzdxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y08r6POnorc/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SKotFmUzdxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y08r6POnorc/s320/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236047090982024978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dragover="true" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lola and I were TRYING to have a photo session after work today but she wasn't having any part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" dragover="true" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SKotVz6R2CI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PP9g6Mido-s/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SKotVz6R2CI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PP9g6Mido-s/s320/Photo+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236047369506773026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dragover="true" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caught her! Obviously you notice that she's not too happy to have her picture taken. Or maybe it could be that I took away from Mr. Squirrel and her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dragover="true" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;gay boyfriend Bunny. This is a huge pink bunny that she's so in love with, she ripped his arm off. But they really are in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" dragover="true" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SKouImTlndI/AAAAAAAAAOs/W27um8XxlKA/s1600-h/chris+and+lola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SKouImTlndI/AAAAAAAAAOs/W27um8XxlKA/s320/chris+and+lola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236048242028158418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dragover="true" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here she is taking a picture with her daddy. Chris loves Lo soooo much! Kisses for Loooola! Except when she decides to make fun time on the carpet. Ahhh the joys of potty training!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SKox67KhMKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3kwkYxLIVT8/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SKox67KhMKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3kwkYxLIVT8/s320/Photo+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236052405155606690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dragover="true" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span dragover="true" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well I believe that is the end of my Lola show and tell. She's a wonderful puppy and we can't wait for her to get bigger and bigger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SKovYmlIIdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PbG9c7BnWbA/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SKovYmlIIdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PbG9c7BnWbA/s320/Photo+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236049616491258322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dragover="true" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah, I'm not really big into facial kisses, I guess I'm a cruel human but she just couldn't help herself. She loves to give me kisses. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-6340557689137845544?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6340557689137845544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=6340557689137845544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/6340557689137845544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/6340557689137845544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/08/lolas-growing-up.html' title='Lola&apos;s Growing Up!'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SKosUQjYezI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7TihH7-cMN8/s72-c/lola+sadface' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-6844643082301867510</id><published>2008-07-29T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:08:12.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lola!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dragover="true" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a dragover="true" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SI-8hOJNHVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vc6SS1ikvHs/s1600-h/Lola+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SI-8hOJNHVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vc6SS1ikvHs/s320/Lola+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228604971318844754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have almost officially adopted too!! My own little Lola :)  She has the most precious story. My friend Susan forwarded Lola's picture to a bunch of people, looking for a good home. She was found by someone at Gabbi's vet clinic, this is Gabbi, Susan's baby puppy  ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SI-93JWdoJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/n-NPpvuptpc/s1600-h/gabbi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SI-93JWdoJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/n-NPpvuptpc/s320/gabbi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228606447501025426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabbi sandwich with me and Lauren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabbi's vet spread the word that Lola had been rescued over a month ago. She was found weighing 1 sad little pound but over the last month, was nursed back to health! As soon as I saw her picture, I fell in love. Chris and I have decided to share responsibility for this little sweetheart and I can't wait for you guys to meet her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-6844643082301867510?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6844643082301867510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=6844643082301867510' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/6844643082301867510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/6844643082301867510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/07/lola.html' title='Lola!!'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SI-8hOJNHVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vc6SS1ikvHs/s72-c/Lola+%284%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-1909504496051672552</id><published>2008-07-22T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:25:21.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SIYWw_MR4ZI/AAAAAAAAALU/UEKrgW9EJ1g/s1600-h/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225889448462508434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SIYWw_MR4ZI/AAAAAAAAALU/UEKrgW9EJ1g/s320/logo.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes we're finally having another show this Saturday! Our June show at LBG was the best one yet so I'm hoping that this one will top them all. However, I'm a little hesitant since Sunday was our first practice in 2 months, eeeek! Although it did go surprisingly well and we pulled off 10 new songs. Well, as new as a coverband can get, anyway ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;By the way, thanks to my wonderfully talented cousin, Shannon Gilbert, for this fun logo design! She's pretty awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Here are the details on our next show this Saturday... come out! I'll post my favorite pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;San Francisco Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dallas off Greenville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday, July 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;9p - 1a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-1909504496051672552?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1909504496051672552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=1909504496051672552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/1909504496051672552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/1909504496051672552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-were-finally-having-another-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SIYWw_MR4ZI/AAAAAAAAALU/UEKrgW9EJ1g/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-9108921378498406582</id><published>2008-07-22T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:25:57.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Lady, Shmeaning Lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I forgot to tell you guys, ya know how Chris and I had the cleaning lady come in a few months ago? Well we were very disappointed with her efforts. She didn't clean our baseboards, and I opened up my closet, it was a complete mess. Maybe I was asking for too much but my thought is if I'm going to pay you $80 bucks to clean my little 2 bedroom apartment, you better do something wonderful like hang up the clothes in my closet floor. hahaha ok maybe that IS asking alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At any rate, we've decided before we have someone come to clean again, we are going to be sure that they do baseboards and clean closets. A cleaning lady has to take pride in her job, and a clean closet is the way to my heart! Why is that the job that I hate the most?? I'll never understand it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-9108921378498406582?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/9108921378498406582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=9108921378498406582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/9108921378498406582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/9108921378498406582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/07/cleaning-lady-shmeaning-lady.html' title='Cleaning Lady, Shmeaning Lady!'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-7637003070709234830</id><published>2008-05-09T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:55:22.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Train Detour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I have completely, ok NOT COMPLETELY but for the most part, hoppped right off of the health train. I have come to realize that my problem is that I dove into it. I didn't just go gradually. I cut out EVERYTHING unhealthy. This, I'm sure, is the same issue that people have when they go on diets. Maybe that's technically what I did. Instead of a healthy eating plan, it was a crash course in silly dieting. My mistake. Any tips on how to get back into that healthy thing again, slowly but surely? Let me know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198482040726217570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SCS335C742I/AAAAAAAAALE/fmEz8zUSXvc/s320/NACHO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of things that I cannot give up, Here I am with my favorite food group, the nacho. Texas State Fair style, of course!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;See, I'm not a big person, of course you all know this. BUT I AM stinking short so the weight doesn't distribute very well. It all settles in a couple of places. For this reason, I don't care to completely cut out everything that I enjoy because I think I'm not in such bad shape that I have to do that to be healthy. I just want to figure out what I should cut out and what's ok to keep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-7637003070709234830?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7637003070709234830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=7637003070709234830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/7637003070709234830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/7637003070709234830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-completely-ok-not-completely-but.html' title='Health Train Detour'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SCS335C742I/AAAAAAAAALE/fmEz8zUSXvc/s72-c/NACHO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-2221418205308163245</id><published>2008-04-28T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:46:13.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another installment of my favorite quotes. Along with some silly pictures just for fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt; Don't smother each other.  No one can grow in the shade.  ~Leo Buscaglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt; Assumptions are the termites of relationships.  ~Henry Winkler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt; Lust is easy.  Love is hard.  Like is most important.  ~Carl Reiner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-2221418205308163245?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2221418205308163245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=2221418205308163245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/2221418205308163245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/2221418205308163245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-installment-of-my-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-6740647207506667230</id><published>2008-04-23T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:04:06.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Housekeeping. Sort of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I'm lazy when it comes to deep cleaning. Especially cleaning the bathrooms. It's my least favorite thing to do in the entire world. Besides washing my sheets and putting them back on my bed, necessary evil though, of course! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192517951669437634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="291" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SA-HkN8YhMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sVDSh2yE9yA/s320/me+jail.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what I feel like when I attempt to deep clean!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soooooo my lovely roommate, Chris and I have scheduled our first session with a maid for Friday! I'm pretty excited that it's only going to cost us a small little amount to have our entire place shiny and beautiful. Not to mention that she will be washing my sheets and putting them back on the bed for me, hopefully! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does this maid plan make me insanely lazy, or insanely brilliant?? ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-6740647207506667230?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6740647207506667230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=6740647207506667230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/6740647207506667230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/6740647207506667230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-housekeeping-sort-of.html' title='Good Housekeeping. Sort of.'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SA-HkN8YhMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sVDSh2yE9yA/s72-c/me+jail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-2200857173799404767</id><published>2008-04-23T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:38:56.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polyps and Nodules, OH NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;As some of you may know, I've had nodules on my vocal chords since I was in high school. This is what causes my wraspy smoker-esque voice. Sooo on Sunday we had an extra long catch up practice where my voice quickly started to diminish. It was my fault because I discontinued my Acid Reflux meds that help with the nodule swelling and inflammation. But I'd been all better for so long, I mistakenly thought maybe they'd gone away. Basically by the end of practice on Sunday, I could hardly speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;Monday I made a trip to my ENT Dr who informed me that, sillyhead, the nodules never go away, they're always present and when I strain my voice, they get mad at me and start to rub together, eeeeeeee not fun. SO basically that's what happened over the past week or two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;Now I've officially been referred to a Speech Therapist to help me to use my diaphram when singing and speaking, rather than straining my vocal chords so much. BUT now I'm a little scared that the therapy is going to train me to sound differently. I hope not because I like my voice how it is! More updates to follow as my first session is May 7th ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-2200857173799404767?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2200857173799404767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=2200857173799404767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/2200857173799404767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/2200857173799404767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/04/polyps-and-nodules-oh-no.html' title='Polyps and Nodules, OH NO!'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-878202477074568257</id><published>2008-04-17T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:12:04.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;OK I'm putting it out there, my favorite song of all time, and don't ever ask me why because there is no reason but I just love everything about this song. Have you guys ever heard it? It's from Jewel's first album and it always makes me sappy when I hear it.. yes I'm a big dork  ;-) I think because it's so honest and she's not afraid to say exactly how she feels. Even if she wants to let her pride stand in the way. Like someone else that I know... (that would be me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Jewel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't walk too close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't breathe so soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't talk so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't lay oh so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please don't let me fall in love with you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please let me forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;all those sweet smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;all of the passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;all of the peace, the heat, the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;all those blue skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;where your words were my freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please, don't let me fall in love with you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Too many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've cared too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I stood on the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and saw that you held my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;knowing too well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I couldn't hide from those eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please, don't let me fall in love with you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What is YOUR favorite song of all time?? Even if you're embarrassed to admit it, like I was with this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-878202477074568257?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/878202477074568257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=878202477074568257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/878202477074568257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/878202477074568257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/04/favorite-song.html' title='Favorite Song'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-1156163230906878796</id><published>2008-04-08T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:54:24.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_uhJeS1ucI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vaF2mD4yUTw/s1600-h/coy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186916579970234818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="225" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_uhJeS1ucI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vaF2mD4yUTw/s320/coy5.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, not MY baby. haha.. but yes i&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;t has finally happened! I actually love a little baby so much that I miss him and can't wait to see him again! My cousin, Alysha and her hubby, Mark just had their first baby boy, COY! He's the most precious baby ever, of course I would say that. I guess I've never been close enough to someone, or lived close enough to really get attached to anyone's children. That sounds cruel and evil but it just has yet to happen for me. But I guess since I was there through the whole pregnancy process with Alysha, I feel a special bond with her Coy. So here is Coy Alexander in all his 20 inches, 9 lbs and 1.3 oz. glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_uejuS1uZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nyxk58TGog0/s1600-h/l_664be0cd7b5381dc0af8cc4d117357b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_uejuS1uZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nyxk58TGog0/s1600-h/l_664be0cd7b5381dc0af8cc4d117357b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_uejuS1uZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nyxk58TGog0/s1600-h/l_664be0cd7b5381dc0af8cc4d117357b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186913732406917522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="178" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_uejuS1uZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nyxk58TGog0/s320/l_664be0cd7b5381dc0af8cc4d117357b6.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We figured out he does this silly little thing where you think he's going to cry and makes his sad little face then, just kidding! No crying here!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_ue8OS1uaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6Aa0sHClqVw/s1600-h/coy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186914153313712546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="330" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_ue8OS1uaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6Aa0sHClqVw/s320/coy.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_ue8OS1uaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6Aa0sHClqVw/s1600-h/coy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_ue8OS1uaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6Aa0sHClqVw/s1600-h/coy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_ue8OS1uaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6Aa0sHClqVw/s1600-h/coy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And here he is, sound asleep on his favorite teddy bear. Awwwwww! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love this little Coy boy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-1156163230906878796?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1156163230906878796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=1156163230906878796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/1156163230906878796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/1156163230906878796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-love.html' title='Baby Love.'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_uhJeS1ucI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vaF2mD4yUTw/s72-c/coy5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-7114588357225291816</id><published>2008-03-31T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T09:54:23.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of JJ ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_EWreS1uXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lrqD5KJdaIM/s1600-h/Jennifer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183949582202419570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="279" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_EWreS1uXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lrqD5KJdaIM/s320/Jennifer.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A great family friend of mine, Jennifer "JJ" Jenkins, tragically passed away last week, along with her soon-to-be baby girl, Tanya. I grew up with JJ and her sister, Jeanie. Their mom, Peggy, was always like a second Mother to me. Jennifer was only 32 and about to have a child. How could something so horrible happen to such a faithful servant of God? The following verses give me comfort (thanks to my cousin, Camri, for bringing them to mind) when those thoughts even begin to enter my head:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To everything thing there is a season, a time for every purpose under Heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance"&lt;/em&gt; (Ecc 3:1-2, 4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All things work together for the good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose" &lt;/em&gt;(Rom 8:28) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;MARKS, JENNIFER RENEE' "J.J." Loving mother and wonderful wife, Jennifer went to be with the Lord along with baby daughter, Tanya Renee', on March 26, 2008. Jennifer was born in Dallas, November 24, 1975. She was a graduate of Christway Academy in Duncanville, Liberty University, and SMU. Jennifer was a member of First Baptist, Dallas, a member of the Sanctuary Choir, and currently teaching at Ovilla Christian School. She will be deeply missed by her husband of 10 years, Scott Marks; son, Jonathan; her parents, Keith and Peggy Jenkins; Scott's parents, Roger and Joyce Marks; grandparents, Wendell and Marjie Jenkins; her sister, Jeanie White and husband Michael; many other loving relatives and a host of friends and students. Funeral services are 11:00 am, Saturday, March 29, 2008, at First Baptist Church of Dallas, 1707 San Jacinto. Visitation with the family is 6-9 pm, Friday, at Jaynes Memorial Chapel. Memorial donations may be made to Ovilla Christian School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Published in the Dallas Morning News on 3/28/2008.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I will remember you, Jennifer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-7114588357225291816?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7114588357225291816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=7114588357225291816' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/7114588357225291816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/7114588357225291816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-memory-of-jj.html' title='In memory of JJ ~'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R_EWreS1uXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lrqD5KJdaIM/s72-c/Jennifer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-3042751731339837225</id><published>2008-03-26T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:21:29.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Tat or Not to Tat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ahhh the journey of my horrible ankle tat has been a long one. She's been with me for 10 years now and her life is finally seeing its last days. I had my third laser procedure performed a couple of weeks ago and she's looking fabulous! I can't believe how long it's taken to remove the butterfly but after this procedure, I like the way things are going. Below I will take you through my journey from start to finish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182083290063288594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R-p1S-S1uRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kOmz1a3DrVw/s320/tat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BEFORE 1ST PROCEDURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Here is the evil tattoo, before her demise! Apparently, when I was 17, I thought it would be really cool to have a tattoo on my ankle for everyone to notice. Not such a good idea when you're an adult business woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182083766804658466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R-p1uuS1uSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/E4tZhm-_AKE/s320/tat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1ST PROCEDURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This photo is about a week after my first laser removal procedure. When I discovered that my skin is very allergic to Neosporin. Who would have ever thought?? Basically the laser breaks down the ink and it rises to the top of your skin, as shown here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182084277905766706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R-p2MeS1uTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_myWsSTaHn0/s320/tat3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AFTER 1ST PROCEDURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And once everything healed properly, this is how I was looking after my first procedure. I have to say, I was pretty disappointed that she was still so prominant. Although her yellow and black had faded significantly. But hey, what did I expect??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182084767532038466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R-p2o-S1uUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JHEN3fl5WMM/s320/tat4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2ND PROCEDURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; After my 2nd laser procedure, things got pretty puffy. This is pretty gross but for those that have yet to experience, I must show you everything! Basically this is the worst part because the area is at it's most sensitive point. If anything touches it, ouuuuch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AFTER 2ND PROCEDURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Of course I forgot to document the after pictures from the 2nd procedure, but she was still lingering... the doctor said it would probably take 2 or 3 more procedures to be completely removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182089796938742098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="290" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R-p7NuS1uVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fdGrED-YMZc/s320/Amy%27s+Tatoos+003.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3RD PROCEDURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Finally I have had my 3rd laser procedure performed and I am so excited with the results thus far. You can see here that she's diminished so much that there's not a whole lot to the scabbed area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182514809722485090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="233" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R-v9wuS1uWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/P0mCzSf6_qE/s320/tat6.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AFTER 3RD PROCEDURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And finally we have the results! Although, I just got it done a couple of weeks ago so she is a little red and irritated, needs some sun, you see that I'm almost ready to pull out the pencil skirt and heels! I've never had the freedom to wear a nice business skirt, or a cocktail dress without having to conceal this tattoo, which normally takes a good 20 minutes to complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm so excited and owe it all to the staff at the Dallas Tattoo Removal Clinic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-3042751731339837225?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3042751731339837225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=3042751731339837225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/3042751731339837225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/3042751731339837225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-tat-or-not-to-tat.html' title='To Tat or Not to Tat?'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R-p1S-S1uRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kOmz1a3DrVw/s72-c/tat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-5973979060285354230</id><published>2008-03-25T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:46:13.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Time</title><content type='html'>I just had to post this for my friends to watch. It is frigging hilarious~ just for fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-5973979060285354230?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5973979060285354230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=5973979060285354230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/5973979060285354230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/5973979060285354230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/03/business-time.html' title='Business Time'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-1665154950605099704</id><published>2008-02-11T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:05:55.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SBim4d8YhPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4KCQKVkVosI/s1600-h/mings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195085659212645618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SBim4d8YhPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4KCQKVkVosI/s320/mings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So I'm sure most of you know that I had to give up my Minger Ding for adoption a few weeks ago. Gosh I get teary-eyed even thinking about it now. But I thought this would be the best time to just get the pain over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I've been single again, for the last year and a half or so, my life has been crazy flip turned upside down like the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Between working like crazy, playing on my new kickball league (yay), fiiiiinally finding some single people to share this nutty life with, giving my family love, scheduled time with my coupled friends, and traveling, that left me with zero time for my favorite little buddy. And as much as I loved him, I knew he needed a new home. A home where someone would care for him the way that I can't anymore. At least until I settle down a bit, whenever in the world that shall be! He's just so loving and hungry for attention, he needs someone that's settled. I felt it in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided on a no kill, no cage shelter. This way I would know that someone would adopt him that truly wanted him, I wouldn't have to feel like I'm pawning him off on anyone. But great things happened! When I took him in, they told me that he was being picked for their outsourcing program. This is where they send the unique animals to special adoption shows at Petsmart and Petco. As soon as they told me, I balled. It was more a happy cry that time because I knew someone was going to snatch up my baby love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy because before I moved, I got teary-eyed everyday when I got home and he wasnt there. But since I'm at this new place, it's good. Because I'm used to him not being here. The only time I get upset is when I pass the pet isle at the grocery store. Come on, I'm not THAT strong! Gets me every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to my Ming and his new family! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-1665154950605099704?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1665154950605099704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=1665154950605099704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/1665154950605099704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/1665154950605099704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/02/adoption.html' title='Adoption'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/SBim4d8YhPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4KCQKVkVosI/s72-c/mings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-7102743300384477612</id><published>2008-01-03T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:41:16.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's Latest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just thought I'd post a little Amy update with a survey. Mostly because MANNNN I need to update this thing and MAAAANNN is it late to do a whole lot of thinking :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.)Q. Are you currently in a serious relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. I haven't been in a "serious" relationship in quite the while! And you know what? I love it. I cherish the time that I have with my friends and could care less about man drama. Ahh how carefree my life has been. At least for the last few months. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;2.)Q. If I bought you a drink what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. My favorite drink these days would either be my PaleoFuel breakfast shake or a nice little Absolut and water with a 2 lime twist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;3.)Q. Favorite vegetable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. I have come to crave veggies! You know, I used to think Liz was NUTS for eating healthy all the time. I wouldn't dare touch her groceries when we were roomies. But now, thanks to support and advice from my friend Jonas and my own Amy will power, I'm on the health train! Of course I still splurge with a nacho or cinnamon roll every now and again but I have pleasantly improved! I would say my favs would be asparagus and zucchini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;4.)Q. What was the last book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. Wow how long has it been since I actually read an entire book. I've got what you would call Amy diagnosed A.D.D. I start to read a book then I get bored with it. Maybe I just haven't found anything inspiring lately. I'm on the hunt! Let me know if you have any suggestions :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;5.)Q. What is your favorite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. My favorite sport would have to be basketball. ALTHOUGH I have recently added football to the list. Yes, Jessy, it's true! I actually started studying up when the 'Boys were headed to the top. I realized the only reason I didn't care for it was because I didn't know everything about it! Now that I know more, I actually enjoy it. Go figure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;6.)Q. Worst thing to ever happen to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. Now I can say it was a tie between losing my Mom at 7 and getting divorced at 26.  But hey I got a memorial tattoo for my Mom this year AND actually became friends with my ex. Life is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;7.)Q. Tell me one weird fact about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. Just THAT! I'm a weirdo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;8.)Q. Do you have any pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. I have my baby Ming who will soon be someone else's baby. Yes it's so sad, I feel like I'm giving up my child for adoption! My life has just become so busy and I'm never home. My sweet Ming is so needy for attention that I feel I'm neglecting him. I can't do it anymore so I want to find someone who can love him like he should be! Let me know if anyone out there is searching for their true love in a sweet Siamese cat ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;9.)Q. What's your living situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. Well funny that you mention it because I shall soon have a new roomie, once again. This time, however, I'm trying it out with a man! My friend Christopher is such a wonderful person, can't wait to have a roommate again. I'm glad my Jessy's excited about the Dallas move! The fam, however, still doing some convincing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;10.)Q. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. I'm still trying to change that dayum gangsta tat. Maybe after I start saving a little moola, I will be able to get another laser procedure. Yippiddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;11.)Q. Bottle or can soda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. Happy to say that I haven't touched a bottle OR can of soda since October! Oh yeah, go me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.) Q. What's your favorite place to hang at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. These days my favorite place would be anywhere with my buddies. Soon to be my new place so come ova!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;13.)Q. Do you swear a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;A. I swear about as much as a sailor. DAMN! I hate that. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;14.)Q. Do you believe/appreciate romance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. I loooove romance and I still believe in it after all of my drama! I know it's out there. Somewhere. Far far away. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking out Amy's latest!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-7102743300384477612?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7102743300384477612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=7102743300384477612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/7102743300384477612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/7102743300384477612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2008/01/amys-latest.html' title='Amy&apos;s Latest!'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-2859422018787452361</id><published>2007-11-19T22:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T06:32:10.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" align="center" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span   dragover="true" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm starting a new blog segment titled: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" align="center" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" align="center" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span    dragover="true" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pictures That Crack Me Up, Thanks to Those Who I Stole Them From&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" align="center" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FALL/WINTER 2007 Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KBHASg71I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_f-C6bctBOE/s1600-h/amyweb.jpg" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134808482492510034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KBHASg71I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_f-C6bctBOE/s200/amyweb.jpg" border="0" dragover="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#333333;"  dragover="true"&gt; Illiterate gas station operator collides with brilliant English teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KHygSg8HI/AAAAAAAAAII/zc3TwWCEAcE/s1600-h/amyweb6.jpg" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134815826886586482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KHygSg8HI/AAAAAAAAAII/zc3TwWCEAcE/s320/amyweb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#333333;"  dragover="true"&gt;Dean realized that he just drank Ronald's brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#333333;"  dragover="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KGNgSg8EI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hzYiDECQstA/s1600-h/amyweb3.jpg" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134814091719798850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KGNgSg8EI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hzYiDECQstA/s320/amyweb3.jpg" border="0" dragover="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#333333;"  dragover="true"&gt;Nixon and the King, Jonas style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KLeQSg8KI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ccEFh_EKrDs/s1600-h/girls+tony.jpg" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134819877040746658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KLeQSg8KI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ccEFh_EKrDs/s320/girls+tony.jpg" border="0" dragover="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#333333;"  dragover="true"&gt;OMGeeeeeee, Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KDUgSg76I/AAAAAAAAAGg/03yemYbnQro/s1600-h/amyweb7.jpg" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134810913443999650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KDUgSg76I/AAAAAAAAAGg/03yemYbnQro/s200/amyweb7.jpg" border="0" dragover="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#333333;"  dragover="true"&gt;My buddy Mat enjoys taking photos of himself eating corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KHPgSg8GI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YV4J4I5je1E/s1600-h/amyweb12.jpg" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134815225591165026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KHPgSg8GI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YV4J4I5je1E/s320/amyweb12.jpg" border="0" dragover="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#333333;" &gt;Liz, admiring God's gift to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KF0QSg8DI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AKdFbLoDVoM/s1600-h/amyweb13.jpg" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134813657928101938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KF0QSg8DI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AKdFbLoDVoM/s320/amyweb13.jpg" border="0" dragover="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#333333;" &gt;Sneaking Chuck E some adult beverages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KJVASg8JI/AAAAAAAAAIY/imyr4Yum7rc/s1600-h/DSCF4017.JPG" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134817519103701138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KJVASg8JI/AAAAAAAAAIY/imyr4Yum7rc/s320/DSCF4017.JPG" border="0" dragover="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;I don't even know what to say here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KGvgSg8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Wwx-t1SEmJ8/s1600-h/amyweb17.jpg" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134814675835351122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KGvgSg8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Wwx-t1SEmJ8/s320/amyweb17.jpg" border="0" dragover="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;I'm a miniature person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Who knows who's photos I'll be stealing for my Spring 2008 Edition&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-2859422018787452361?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2859422018787452361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=2859422018787452361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/2859422018787452361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/2859422018787452361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2007/11/photo-fun.html' title='Photo Fun!'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/R0KBHASg71I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_f-C6bctBOE/s72-c/amyweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-8215324086177448502</id><published>2007-11-19T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:40:08.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-New Years Revelations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know, this Fall season has rounded out a pretty rough year for me. So now that we've gotten past the mid-November mark, I'm ready for Amy's New Happy Life: Holiday Season, Round 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with my "starter husband" debacle (my new saying that slightly takes away the sting), I've had some major friendship revelations (my granny once told me it would be that way, gosh I hate when she's right), made various idiotic decisions (oh Lord don't get me started), cried more than I ever knew I could, and hurt more than I ever thought my heart would be able to handle. But, through all of that, I am now in a much happier place and ready for what the new year holds. I actually opened a fortune cookie back in January or so and have kept that fortune on my mirror ever since:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You learn from falling, not by the fear of falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have fallen this year. I have been let down, pushed, kicked around, brought to tears. Some of this I brought on, I admit it. I have so much pride that it's sometimes hard to admit. But in my heart, I know everything that I have ever done wrong and I apologize to everyone who I've ever hurt. Because believe me, I know the feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Here's a poem that I wrote just before my life turned upside down. I just read it again after all this time. Kind of made me laugh because at that moment, I had NO IDEA what I was in for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life Through Television~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sat down&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting on the couch&lt;br /&gt;Watching a little tv&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this today&lt;br /&gt;Doing it right now&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about change&lt;br /&gt;But scared of that very thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Should I live my life&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what could be?&lt;br /&gt;Or just take that grand leap&lt;br /&gt;Into the core of my fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being an adult!&lt;br /&gt;Making decisions on these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I'm just sitting&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the couch&lt;br /&gt;Watching a little tv&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-8215324086177448502?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8215324086177448502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=8215324086177448502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/8215324086177448502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/8215324086177448502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-know-this-fall-season-has-rounded.html' title='Pre-New Years Revelations'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-7049542668060592634</id><published>2007-11-19T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T06:16:52.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm such a sappy romantic, musical lyrics can just take my breath away. Here are a few of my favorite song lyrics from various artists - happy and sad, these lyrics melt my sappy little heart...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Forever love&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll love&lt;br /&gt;Digame, digame (Talk to me)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me so&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk too close&lt;br /&gt;Don't breathe so soft&lt;br /&gt;Don't hug so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Don't sing&lt;br /&gt;Don't lay oh so near&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let me fall&lt;br /&gt;In love with you again&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So far away yet you feel so close&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna question any other way&lt;br /&gt;There must be an open door&lt;br /&gt;For you to come back&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been this way for way too long&lt;br /&gt;I watch you as you move along&lt;br /&gt;And I'm standing still&lt;br /&gt;Can you move me?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be better&lt;br /&gt;if you would just walk away&lt;br /&gt;but honey don't you know that I,&lt;br /&gt;I want you, I need you to stay&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see you when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;Is a gift I didn't think could be real&lt;br /&gt;To know that you feel the same as I do&lt;br /&gt;Is a three-fold Utopian dream&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart it beats for you&lt;br /&gt;So in time we beat&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts align&lt;br /&gt;So in time with me&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-7049542668060592634?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7049542668060592634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=7049542668060592634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/7049542668060592634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/7049542668060592634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-love-of-lyrics.html' title='For the Love of Lyrics'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-5708041381679652699</id><published>2007-11-02T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:31:28.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy-ness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sorry Jessy! I finally had a moment to fill out my tagging adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jobs I've had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Assistant Director of Marketing&lt;/strong&gt;~ my current lovely position - anyone need dinnerware? I'm your gal.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Graphics Design&lt;/strong&gt;~ Fun but quite the challenge when you're designing for a boring company.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Receptionist&lt;/strong&gt;~ Thought it would be fun to answer the phone and play on the internet, until I discovered that I had seen the internet in it's entirety.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Waitress&lt;/strong&gt;~ Food server, whatever you may call it, that job sucked butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Places I've lived&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: All in Texas. Yes, I'm quite the bore.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Dallas&lt;/strong&gt;~ Oak Cliff, rather. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Mansfield&lt;/strong&gt;~ Thank you Liz. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Arlington&lt;/strong&gt;~ Ahhh memories of college and past marriages. ha..&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Little Mexico&lt;/strong&gt;.. errr.. Irving, I mean. My heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foods I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: ..or used to love, now that I'm on my new life plan.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Nachos&lt;/strong&gt;~ ohhh nacho, although far from my mouth, you're always near my heart.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Ernie's Chicken&lt;/strong&gt;~ My new discovery from Mi Cocina, ohhh my goodness. Incredible and halfway healthy.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Red Robin french fries&lt;/strong&gt;~ I saw you guys the other day and I wanted to cry because I'm trying to stay away from you...&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Steak&lt;/strong&gt;~ Nothing beats a nice, juicy medium rare filet. Ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Places I'd Rather Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;In bed&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Europe&lt;/strong&gt;~ But only with the love of my life. Whoever he is. He needs to take me on a romantic journey when he finds me..&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Nashville&lt;/strong&gt;~ Everytime I go there, it feels like a second home. Oh how I miss it :-(&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;New York&lt;/strong&gt;~ That place is growin' on a sista! I need to see more of the reaaal NY though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Dirty Dancing&lt;/strong&gt;~ Sadly I know almost every line. Johnny!!&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;The Notebook&lt;/strong&gt;~ I cry every single time. I am such a freak!&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Poltergeist&lt;/strong&gt;~ I told you I was a freak.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Crash&lt;/strong&gt;~ What a brilliant movie. I can watch that over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV shows I like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;The Office&lt;/strong&gt;~ Dwight rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Californication&lt;/strong&gt;~ Shout out to one of my new favorites! Although I can't watch it on my crappy basic cable toob at home.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Young and the Restless&lt;/strong&gt;~ Shut your pie hole. This show is like a religion with me and my Grams.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;The Hills&lt;/strong&gt;~ My sad addiction to the viewing of morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Flowers in the Attic&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;series&lt;/strong&gt;~ Not for the faint of heart.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Poetry&lt;/strong&gt;~ Hey, these are books. They're just filled with short stories :-)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;We Thought You'd be Prettier&lt;/strong&gt;~ Haven't quite finished this one but it's a great chick book.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;People/US Weekly/Life &amp;amp; Style&lt;/strong&gt;~ Very informative with today's top stories. So what if the stories are about gossip and fashion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: 2 boys and 2 girls get the shout out!&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Lovedrug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will Hoge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Sarah McLauglin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Imogen Heap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and goodnight. Oh yeah, people who haven't posted this yet, DO IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-5708041381679652699?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5708041381679652699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=5708041381679652699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/5708041381679652699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/5708041381679652699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry-jessy-i-finally-had-moment-to.html' title='Amy-ness.'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-8792053433023966504</id><published>2007-10-18T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:26:18.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilyn Sue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/RxfGr-LXTFI/AAAAAAAAACs/BKYCenUnNGU/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122781559884565586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/RxfGr-LXTFI/AAAAAAAAACs/BKYCenUnNGU/s200/mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is a quick little tribute to my mother, Marilyn, who passed away 20 years ago today. She was taken by a disease known as Pulmonary Hypertension. PH is a rare disease that only affects 2 out of 1 million people per year. For those interested, here is the official website dedicated to increasing awareness of her disease.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phassociation.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.phassociation.org/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;I recently got a tattoo to pay tribute to my Mom. I had her signature replicated ~ from her hand, to mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;I love you Mom, you've never strayed far from my heart. Here's to Mothers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-8792053433023966504?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8792053433023966504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=8792053433023966504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/8792053433023966504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/8792053433023966504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2007/10/marilyn-sue.html' title='Marilyn Sue...'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/RxfGr-LXTFI/AAAAAAAAACs/BKYCenUnNGU/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-8518062912201908096</id><published>2007-10-10T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:49:22.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of a sister...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/Rw0CY-LXTDI/AAAAAAAAACY/SuqfdsvT62I/s1600-h/47b7dc06b3127cce81bb26520c9600000015108AcM2rVm1ZN9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119750979420900402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/Rw0CY-LXTDI/AAAAAAAAACY/SuqfdsvT62I/s200/47b7dc06b3127cce81bb26520c9600000015108AcM2rVm1ZN9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;As most of my friends know, my sister, Rhonda (or Boo as I prefer to call her), has a lung disease known as Pulmonary Fibrosis. She takes stabalizing medication for this disease and sadly, that medication prevents her from the ability to have healthy babies. My sister has wanted to have a child for as long as I can remember. I'm guessing since we were kids because she liked to pretend that she was my Mom most of the time ;-) ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Well yesterday she received the bad news that we'd always been dreading - that she will never be able to have those babies that she has so longed for. Without medication, her health will rapidly deteriorate. And with medication, a baby is just not possible. It breaks my heart to hear this news because I have always known how much she wanted to be a great Mother, just like our Mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;In some way, I feel guilty that I'm completely healthy enough to have as many babies as I want but up to this point, I've chosen not to. Probably because my life is too insane most of the time. That and I would need a stable man in my life to make that happen. haha. But I just think, why would I be able to have babies and not really want one at age 27. Then my sister, on the other hand, has wanted a baby since she was 20 years old and CAN'T have one. I don't understand it but God has a plan that we just don't understand sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;This verse comes to mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119750704542993442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/Rw0CI-LXTCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SbzGzU-__sM/s200/47b7dc06b3127cce81bbe89b0c3800000016108AcM2rVm1ZN9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;My beautiful, wonderful sister ~ you'll find that new plan for your life. I just know it. I love you so very much and even though I'm insane, I'm always right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-8518062912201908096?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8518062912201908096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=8518062912201908096' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/8518062912201908096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/8518062912201908096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-of-sister.html' title='The love of a sister...'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/Rw0CY-LXTDI/AAAAAAAAACY/SuqfdsvT62I/s72-c/47b7dc06b3127cce81bb26520c9600000015108AcM2rVm1ZN9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-5862208260708651284</id><published>2007-10-03T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:48:54.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to live by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/RwQNkOLXS3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/bftobGgSnQE/s1600-h/me+jess+preg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117229992531938162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/RwQNkOLXS3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/bftobGgSnQE/s200/me+jess+preg.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The life of Amy has really seen its share of ups and downs over the last year or so. From the pain of a divorce to the loss of friendships and my so-called-life as I knew it! Everything has been flipped and turned upside down. Here are some quotes that have gotten me through this tough time because it's good to know that someone else has gone through exactly what I have. So thank you, dear writers of these lovely quotes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You cannot say you've lost a friend. If a friendship is capable of ending, it is because it never existed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ thanks to my friend Mayza Blanco Martinez, for that one. I've lost a couple of 'friends' along the way but when I think about it, I still love and cherish people that I've known from childhood. Those others must have just been floaters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;One who looks for a friend without faults will have none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ Apparently the Hasidics are wise people. They knew that everyone makes mistakes, sometimes over and over again. It is not in our job description, as humans, to judge each other. I can be as dumb as the next guy, how could I ever judge! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/RwQQEOLXS6I/AAAAAAAAABU/3Lt5mi7xFxk/s1600-h/P6070027.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117232741311007650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/RwQQEOLXS6I/AAAAAAAAABU/3Lt5mi7xFxk/s200/P6070027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love does not care to define and is never in a hurry to do so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Charles du Bos once knew that kind of love. Yes - I love where love cannot be defined and I will not even attempt to. But the heart feels what the heart feels and it's as simple and as difficult as that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Pleasure is very seldom found where it is sought. Our brightest blazes are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ Boy, Samuel Johnson, you have a point there! Have I had the most unexpected sparks in my life! See previous quote for commentary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;In order to have great happiness you have to have great pain and unhappiness - otherwise how would you know when you're happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ This was the quote for me when I was going through my divorce. My heart was broken but the Lord carried me through it and I'm forever grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117228055501687634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="107" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/RwQLzeLXS1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yfay3hMw7BE/s200/me+and+boo.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I would rather have HIGH highs and LOW lows than to live a life of mere content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ My friend Jill Williams once told me this. I agree, Jill! My life is full of the extreme high and extreme low. That's me, I guess. But ohhh the happy times are greeeaaat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The heart has reasons that reason cannot know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ I wish I could ask this random brilliant writer what they were going through here. My heart has come up with some awfully stupid ideas in the last year. We shall see what she's up to next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/RwvXKuLXS7I/AAAAAAAAABg/hXDhQEijgZw/s1600-h/l_2427367f1fe7105ea25f8dfc52aea24c.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119421980631059378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="146" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/RwvXKuLXS7I/AAAAAAAAABg/hXDhQEijgZw/s200/l_2427367f1fe7105ea25f8dfc52aea24c.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A friend is someone who walks in when the whole world has walked out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ Trust me. The whole world has walked out on me a couple of times this past year. People who I thought were my world, disappeared in a heartbeat. What can I say? Some only stick around for the fun stuff. When life get's rough, they're outta there! Yet others came to my rescue when I never even had to call. I feel very blessed to have those people in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Come on, my sappy friends, what's your favorite quote? And to follow suit in this sappy edition, I'd love to know whyyyyy you've chosen that to be your favorite, as I've done here. Come on, do it. Doo it.&lt;/span&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/3120471579217035174-5862208260708651284?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5862208260708651284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=5862208260708651284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/5862208260708651284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/5862208260708651284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2007/10/words-to-live-by.html' title='Words to live by...'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/RwQNkOLXS3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/bftobGgSnQE/s72-c/me+jess+preg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120471579217035174.post-2469947352766174458</id><published>2007-10-03T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:00:20.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/RwPxE-LXSyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nual0-9VWAg/s1600-h/amy+lobster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117198669335448354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="156" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/RwPxE-LXSyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nual0-9VWAg/s200/amy+lobster.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I want to thank my friends Shannon and Jessy for inspiring me to become a blogger. Yes, I might be considered one of the dorkier of people now but take a look at this pic and tell me if you believe that. ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be back shortly to begin my blogging experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120471579217035174-2469947352766174458?l=thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2469947352766174458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3120471579217035174&amp;postID=2469947352766174458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/2469947352766174458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120471579217035174/posts/default/2469947352766174458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazylifeofamy.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-i-want-to-thank-my-friends-shannon.html' title='Beginnings'/><author><name>Amy Renee Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/S7-ZQ0hgFMI/AAAAAAAAFMM/tSm1Ms5KwQc/S220/me+-+ghost+bar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpsOQ3MRsQA/RwPxE-LXSyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nual0-9VWAg/s72-c/amy+lobster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
