<?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-5011200592554299767</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:31:42.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Ten</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-6027692999769511020</id><published>2012-02-15T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:54:55.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is still in the air :)</title><content type='html'>Second Valentine's Days with people are much better than firsts :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year me and Derek decided to celebrate Valentine's day a day early because on Tuesdays I don't get out of class until 6 and he has a class 6-9 so we treated the 13th like Valentine's Day. Soooo, can I just say that my fiance is the best! He called me and said that he would pick me up and we would go out to dinner at 6. So, I spent the afternoon getting ready, I looove excuses to get all dressed up to go out and this was the perfect excuse :). Anyywaysss, he picked me up and gave me a present(s). He had bought me some perfume and a necklace and wrote me the nicest card! Then he took me out to Texas Roadhouse which I had been wanting to go to for a while because everyone always talks about it and now I know why. Usually I eat small portions, even with food that I absolutely love but I ate 4 rolls, a side salad, a side of  mashed potatoes and almost all of my 12 oz. steak. And the crazy thing is I could have kept going, I felt satisfied but I didn't feel over full like I usually do after eating at a restaurant. It was crazy! I think it's because I hadn't had lunch that day really and I don't know, just somehow I ate a ton haha. Oh I should mention that this restaurant is usually packed with people so Derek had called ahead but when we went in at 6 before he had even told them that we called ahead they seated us. So, we decided that if we are going to go out to dinner for Valentine's Day then we should go the night before because it's so much better haha. But after dinner it was still pretty early so we decided to go and see a movie, The Vow. It was sooo good. I love being able to go to a movie that I know I am going to cry in with a boy who will sit through the movie with me while I cry and even hold my hand after I wipe my eyes/nose with it. He's such a champ! Because this was all the day before Valentine's day, love was still in the air the next day, the 14th. It has just been a love filled week (and past year if you ask me) and I have just been loving it! I just enjoy so much seeing people so happy and doing nice things for each other. I feel like I have been listening to all sorts of lovey dovey songs and they are just so cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love February...... but I'll probably love May more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5011200592554299767-6027692999769511020?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/6027692999769511020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-is-still-in-air.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/6027692999769511020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/6027692999769511020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-is-still-in-air.html' title='Love is still in the air :)'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-2949893067217353817</id><published>2012-02-03T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T23:21:43.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technicalities</title><content type='html'>So... as much fun as the fun stuff is of wedding planning, the technicalities have been somewhat stressing me out. These technicalities being:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. selling my contract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. finding a place for us to live that is a good deal and livable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so stressful trying to sell my contract for my spring/summer portion but that's a whole different story. They finding a place to live is stressful because I don't want to wait until the last minute and all posts now are for apartments that are available now and the more married people I talk to the more I hear that they got their apartment a week or two weeks before the wedding! Anyone who knows me well enough knows that waiting that long and having that unsurety would make me crazy.... and sick probably too. Annyyywayss, I was looking on ksl the other day at apartments for rent while Derek was doing practice MCAT problems and having me time him (so I couldn't say anything to him to make him go slower). So, I was just minding my own business looking at apartments for rent, like I do every day multiple times a day to see if there was anything new that was not available now and was inexpensive. I came across one that was a good price, available April 23rd (which is perfect for us because Derek has to live there while I am in Florida before the wedding) and came fully furnished which would be super nice for us since we don't want to have to sell all of our furniture and then rebuy more wherever he goes to med school. It seemed too good to be true (it was small but it looked cute and we don't need big or fancy). Of course I wanted to tell him about it right away but I looked at my phone and Derek still have 8 minutes of time left. I felt like I just couldn't wait to tell him so I tried to busy myself doing other things until his time was up for that set of practice problems. I told him about the apartment and showed him some pictures and we decided that we wanted to go look at it so I went to put in the phone number listed in my phone to call him when I realized that the phone number was only 9 digits and it was missing the last one. Sooooo.... I did what any desperate person would do and started with one as the last number and then started just going through the numbers. Luckily his number ended in 3 so I only had two awkward phone conversations hahaha.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was on Wednesday.... we set up a time to go and see the apartment today and we both just love it. It would just be perfect for us. The problem is, the guy living there now said that he had like 4 or 5 other people look at it too who really liked it and so he is sending the landlord all of our information and giving us all good recommendations and then the landlord will send us applications and then contact our employers/parents/other references i guess to help decide who he will sign on. Neither me nor Derek have ever not gotten a job that we interviewed for and so I'm hoping this is no different. We both talked about it and decided that if we get it then that is awesome but if not then we will just keep looking and somewhere will pop up. Secretly (and not so secretly anymore), I really want that apartment. But I get attached to things super easily and if we don't get it then I'm sure I'll eventually find a new apartment to obsess over. For now though, keep you fingers crossed and pray for us! Oh and if you get a call about it, then make us sound even more awesome and responsible and clean than we really are! haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5011200592554299767-2949893067217353817?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/2949893067217353817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2012/02/technicalities.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/2949893067217353817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/2949893067217353817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2012/02/technicalities.html' title='Technicalities'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-2262075720910255943</id><published>2012-01-07T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T13:04:28.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged?? yeah sure :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-brCihQOBSU0/TwirOsO-ZOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/930_rt3d3k4/s1600/DSC08209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-brCihQOBSU0/TwirOsO-ZOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/930_rt3d3k4/s400/DSC08209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694989997690479842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So as most of you already know... I'M ENGAGED! I know it's a little late... it's almost been 2 months.... but it's a new year and so I can start blogging again without too much flack(?) (I'm starting to doubt that's a real word but who cares, it's my blog and I do what I want). Anywayyss I figured I would take this time away from my homework to tell the story of how me and my wonderful fiance met and then the engagement story.... So it all started on August 28th of 2010. It was my second day back in Provo in a new apartment with my favorite girls and we decided to go to our ward opening social before we headed to the dollar theater for a roommate night to watch the second or third twilight movie, i can't remember but anyways, we went to this opening ward social and they had us do this get to know you game where the girls stood in a circle on the outside and the boys stood in a circle on the inside and then you rotated around and got to talk to each person (kinda like speed dating....) Anyways, I get around to where Derek is and being the smooth talker he is he tells me that I have nice eyes and that's all I remember, I'm sure he said other stuff about himself and asked me questions too but that's all I remember. Anyways the next Monday I think they invited us to go and play soccer with them and some other people in the ward so me and my roomie Megan decided we would go. I mention this part because I am terrible at soccer, it is probably my worst sport and Derek, though I didn't know it at the time, is very good at soccer. So this whole experience was just real embarrassing for me and I stayed on defense/goalie the entire time because I knew I would just embarrass myself otherwise haha. Then me and Megan became good friends with Derek and his roommate and were over at their apartment a lot watching movies and they would come over to ours to eat our baked goods. Me and my roommate Megan would stay up at night talking about and analyzing how they felt about us and if we were just friends or if they would ever ask us out on a date (probably like a lot of girls do). Derek did ask me out eventually to go to a BYU girls soccer game (have I mentioned this was probably my first soccer game I had ever been to?). Anyways then we went on a lot of dates and then went on a few breaks (a whole different story) but basically the breaks did us good because after this summer we both came back to BYU (well I came back, he had stayed here over the summer) and everything was just so different in a good way for us :) So that's our general story in a nutshell and here is the engagement story........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had been talking marriage for the past year maybe but in the few weeks before we got engaged we started to talk about it a lot and more seriously. We went to look at rings a couple times and we started talking about finances and things like that with each other. We went to Derek's aunt's house in Salt Lake the night before Halloween for dinner and they kept talking about how we were almost engaged so I informed Derek that I wanted it to be a surprise when he asked. Apparently this put a lot of pressure on him because he wanted to do something special but didn't want to give it away as soon as the proposal occasion started. Oops.... Annnyywayyss, I had been talking to my family and sisters and stuff and Chrissy made the comment that I had to dress cute everyday just in case the proposal happened that day (which I had already been trying to do) So, on Friday November 11th I woke and figured I was safe putting on just a t shirt and sweatshirt because I just had two morning classes and then could go home and change and get ready for work and for the rest of the day and because I knew Derek had work until noon and I would definitely be ready for the day by then. So I go to my english class and then to my history class which goes from 10-11 and halfway through my history class we had a little quiz and right when the quiz was over I hear someone say my name from the doorway and it's Derek so I gather my things and leave class to find Derek holding 11 roses for me and saying we are going to go on a picnic to celebrate 11/11/11. At this point I didn't know what was going to happen, in the back of my mind I was thinking engagement but then I didn't know when he would have had time to get the ring and things like that. So we go to this really pretty park that we had gone to last year a few times and we both love and he had brought a whole picnic for us. He kept saying that at 11:11 we were going to stand up and make a wish. So until then we were just eating and chatting about our days so far and I was asking him why he wasn't at work (he had a good response). Then at 11:11 we both stood up and he said that we should close our eyes and make a wish so i did and then when he said to open them he was on one knee proposing to me :). It was one of the happiest moments of my life. And I cried, I never thought I would but it just happened. And thenn we spent the next hour talking to family and telling them. Soooo, we are getting married on May 11, 2012. It was not planned for the 11th because we love the number but just because that is what worked :) I can't wait for everyone to know Derek like I do. He is just the very best. On December 11th he sent me a text at 11:11 saying something like one month ago was the best day. I just remember thinking that I am the luckiest girl to be marrying someone as great as him. I have had these two songs in my head for the past 2 months.... they just makes me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1zQ_xCX6TA4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cMfrLFirGWc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5011200592554299767-2262075720910255943?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/2262075720910255943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2012/01/engaged-yeah-sure.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/2262075720910255943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/2262075720910255943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2012/01/engaged-yeah-sure.html' title='Engaged?? yeah sure :)'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-brCihQOBSU0/TwirOsO-ZOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/930_rt3d3k4/s72-c/DSC08209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-2178524235281744196</id><published>2011-10-04T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:36:05.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I know, I know, it's been forever..... but at least I'm trying haha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyyywaayyss, life is so great right now. I am finishing up my last semester of generals in school and then it will all just be program classes and maybe some fun classes mixed in, like bowling (i need practice). So it was just General Conference weekend which, when I was younger, used to be my least favorite weekend because it meant that if I wanted to do anything fun on that Saturday then I wouldn't have a ride during most of the prime hours I would need one but also my favorite because on Sunday my family would have a big delicious breakfast and just relax and listen together as a family and it usually included everyone watching whoever the baby was at the time and laughing at whatever they were doing. Now, since I'm all mature and everything, General Conference weekend is my all around favorite weekend. This year was no different. I had 3 papers/assignments due on the Monday after conference, which I don't understand since it's BYU, but I tried really hard to get all of those done before Friday night(football game) so I didn't have to worry about it. I tried extra hard all week to get myself prepared for conference and it really made such a difference. I feel like I got so much more out of everything. On Saturday I had to wake up early since I had tickets to go to the Saturday morning session... sooo, Derek came to pick me up at 7:15 (he was right on time :)) and then we went to pick up Sarah's new "friend" Michael because it made more sense to pick him up before Sarah who we went to get next. We then made the drive to SLC and were finally in our seats for conference. See LOOK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3_1BrLtZQQ/TosxYrKWTzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xLakZekEebY/s400/313772_2098483897353_1103040011_31894057_1019065251_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659671656693911346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is one of me and Derek too but he doesn't like it so I won't post it because I'm nice like that haha. So, we watched conference and it was so awesome! After the first session, Michael went home or something and me, Derek and Sarah met up with Stephie, Brad, Jackson, Alex,  and Sarah Jayne for some lunch and then sat on the grass on Temple Square to listen to the 2nd session. Then Sunday was great too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should also mention that me and Derek got to go to the best basketball game I've ever been too, it was the Jimmer's All Stars game and it was basically a bunch of the top NBA draftees just playing an exhibition game against each other. It was so fun to watch! After we met up with Aimee and Colby and got a picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRLAi4h0Ngo/TosymZJSxVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6iXHdDCImzs/s400/DSCN0875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659672991887443282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I stole this picture from Aimee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I know this is waaaayyy out of order but BYU football played UCF a week and a half ago and I thought that was pretty cool being that UCF is in my HT! haha It was such a close and fun game to watch! I love sitting with my girlsssss because we go crazy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jERUZ9zsh04/ToszqxZOBaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6YQBq6gi-jU/s400/301613_2103323778347_1103040011_31898432_2070612497_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659674166627796386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love these girls sooo much! (I stole this picture from Michelle) Also, funny story about this picture... So my friend at work says to me that he saw a picture of me and my sister on facebook and we look exactly alike... so I asked which picture he was talking about and he said this one.... I then told him that these aren't my sisters (biologically) and he said that he thought that me and Aimee looked a lot like each other.... which is funny since last year our bishop would get us confused or people would ask us if we were sisters and I don't think we look that much alike for people to mistake us for sisters... i mean it's one thing to believe us if we tell you that but to actually ask us if we are or think we are is different haha ohhh well, I guess we look like sisters, and me and michelle look like bosom buddies (which we are). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the last thing I will write today is that I didn't know my heart could feel so happy all the time and even though I'm with someone a lot, I can miss them for the short amounts of time we aren't together. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5011200592554299767-2178524235281744196?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/2178524235281744196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2011/10/better-late-than-never.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/2178524235281744196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/2178524235281744196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2011/10/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never....'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3_1BrLtZQQ/TosxYrKWTzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xLakZekEebY/s72-c/313772_2098483897353_1103040011_31894057_1019065251_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-5101426999720980702</id><published>2011-04-19T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:29:20.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjVqy_PEClU/Ta5g00s94mI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sCHTZN9opeA/s1600/DSC08076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjVqy_PEClU/Ta5g00s94mI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sCHTZN9opeA/s400/DSC08076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love this boy! I can't wait for my family to meet him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5011200592554299767-5101426999720980702?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/5101426999720980702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-just-love-this-boy-i-cant-wait-for-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/5101426999720980702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/5101426999720980702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-just-love-this-boy-i-cant-wait-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjVqy_PEClU/Ta5g00s94mI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sCHTZN9opeA/s72-c/DSC08076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-20568369698695367</id><published>2011-04-01T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:00:19.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality is rough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it's been a while since my last post and I honestly wrote a whole long post a while ago and somehow accidentally deleted the entire thing.. pictures and all... after that experience I was mad at the system and have been holding a grudge against it. I guess I finally let that go haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anywayssss, my family all knows I'm a huuggee stresser, I stress about pretty much anything and everything. My mom even used to tell me when I was younger that I would probably have an ulcer by the time I was 20(I'm almost there and still haven't had one.. I guess I can count myself lucky ha). Over the years I've gotten much better at handling my stress but lately I think that the "handling" it has really just been hiding it. The past few days it has been real evident that the stress is still there, I just never share it with anyone because I don't want to bore people with my little stresses in life. Lately though, I've had a lot of things on my mind and it fills my brain at all hours of the day. I was sick earlier on in the week and was sooo tired but I could not fall asleep to take a nap because my brain goes through everything in it which leads me to think of other things and it is a never ending cycle. I keep thinking that these should be the care free(except school) years of my life and I'm realizing they are much the opposite. I think I've just been pretending to be care free(I'm actually pretty good at it) but whenever I sit to think or even just sit and then end up thinking, I go through lists in my head of things I need to do or things I'm worried about and I realize that my life is far from care free. There are just so many things to do it's hard to even find a day where I can sleep in and usually on those days I end up waking up early anyways and not being able to go back to sleep. It's an unending cycle that is beginning to drive me crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of this probably sounds depressing or is probably even stressing you out reading it.... Oh and by the way if there are typos it's because I'm not going to proofread this because if I did i'd have to think about it again... but I have come to find my solace in one thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. sisters. Sisters are one of the best things in life. They are always there for you and rarely ever judge. They are some of the people that know me the best and know what to say to me. I'm lucky to have a lot of sisters and so I never feel shorted on feeling the love. I also have a sister who will go shoe shopping with me and love every second of it and who will write me the nicest of PAPER letters(Lizzie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bv465PT_Yuo/TZaYFH-TMQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WC00VwhMx7M/s400/P1010598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and a sister who is always down for a beach day and telling me the latest in her life and she makes me feel needed because she wants advice(Jenny) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OOyWhtnfwYM/TZaYh7yk7hI/AAAAAAAAADY/HvR7ArI2Ghw/s400/P8130676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a sister who will always remind me of the most important things in life and put things in perspective for me and will always make me feel good about myself(Sarah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8DME44EfHk/TZaZ6czb2bI/AAAAAAAAADg/ChQhASYMQxg/s400/182538.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and I'll always have a sister who will do crazy things with me like encrust glitter all over our faces and sing extra loud in the car just for fun(Stephie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mrErsXt5Pk/TZactylpiMI/AAAAAAAAADo/qco5YWj2ROY/s400/mom%2527s%2Bcamera%2Bbeach%2B092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and I will always have a sister who will go and be fancy with me and listen while I talk on and on about my feelings or day or date I went on and will never judge anything I do or say(Chrissy). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NCmD2ZGBQ84/TZaeA4OvWKI/AAAAAAAAADw/suYdHxqn500/s400/IMG_3447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sisters are my solace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my sistas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also love my brothers... but that's a different post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5011200592554299767-20568369698695367?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/20568369698695367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2011/04/reality-is-rough.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/20568369698695367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/20568369698695367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2011/04/reality-is-rough.html' title='Reality is rough'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bv465PT_Yuo/TZaYFH-TMQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WC00VwhMx7M/s72-c/P1010598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-9074617138362695865</id><published>2010-10-27T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:13:23.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/always_remember_to_slow_down_in_life-live-breathe/9574.html" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Always remember to slow down in life; live, breathe, and learn; take a look around you whenever you have time and never forget everything and every person that has the least place within your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes I just need to slow down.  I'm starting to realize I've got to enjoy where I'm at and slow down as much as I can so I can enjoy every little piece of my life before it passes by. Me and my roommates..... &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/TMiFjzCnRwI/AAAAAAAAABo/WvV1xbvxDyk/s400/62251_10150285485565125_575370124_15050531_7410506_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/TMiFPHD1TRI/AAAAAAAAABg/AH8G7olO6G8/s400/62861_10150286175095125_575370124_15062550_7833857_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;... well we like to have fun together... and soon we won't be teenagers anymore so we'll HAVE to at least pretend to be mature all the time... It's made me think, I just want to slow down and enjoy every little gem of life..... I am sort of borderline obsessed with this song right now by Enya called Wild Child and it just makes me want to slow down and relax and "let the rain fall down and wake my dreams" (Hilary Duff shout out right there) but this other song by Enya is just sooo good, probably one of my favorite parts is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;"Ever close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;Ever stop and listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever feel alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you've nothing missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't need a reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let the day go on and on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let the rain fall down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everywhere around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give into it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let the day surround you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't need a reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Let the rain go on and on"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I think sometimes I just need to remember to let the day surround me and just enjoy what life gives me and live by Jenny's advice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;"sometimes, you've just got to take what life chucks at ya, tumble with the kicks, and live life to the outermost."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5011200592554299767-9074617138362695865?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/9074617138362695865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/10/slow-down.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/9074617138362695865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/9074617138362695865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/10/slow-down.html' title='Slow Down'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/TMiFjzCnRwI/AAAAAAAAABo/WvV1xbvxDyk/s72-c/62251_10150285485565125_575370124_15050531_7410506_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-9160063631428128959</id><published>2010-10-14T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T16:05:11.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Great Day to Be Alive :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So it may just be because I almost killed my roommates/died of Carbon Monoxide poisoning two nights ago because I left the oven on at night and then didn't even wake up to the alarm at 5 in the morning(my roommates weren't very happy but they still love me :) ) or maybe because yesterday morning my roommate Megan woke me up to a bathtub full of rising water that she was trying to bail out but for whatever reason I feel like today is just a great day! I think it may have a little to do with the fact that it wasn't anything like yesterday but also because of these things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. Today is the perfect fall weather, there is not a cloud in the sky and it is one of those warm breezy 72 degree perfect fall days. I really do love fall, I mean I could do without the chilly mornings and nights, but they really aren't too bad when the days are so gorgeous :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. I went to an application meeting for the Elementary Education major and it just got me so excited :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. Today is Thursday so I had my favorite class... Living Prophets(my teacher is so funny, he said today he thinks unblank could be a cuss word and one time he showed us the "all apostle football team he organized) but we learn all these awesome things about he 15 men in charge(apostles and first presidency) and I have that class with Megan and Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. My favorite song right now that always put's a smile on my face... "Love Like Woe" by The Ready Set came on the radio on me and Megan's car ride home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. Did I mention the windows were down and the weather is great??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. Me and Megan went to Walmart and bought food and well... Walmart trips are always just fun and unpredictable... on this trip some girl who was a strange shade of orange and had a blue slightly large sparkle/dot to the the left of her left eye(like between her eye and ear) told us we should be models and come to the place she worked at and then seemed hurt when we said we were too busy and said rather forcefully "Well take it as a compliment, you guys are really cute" haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. I got a donut :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. We went to the Farmers Market... and the weather was great... and it was so cute/fun... I got some homemade peach raspberry jam, honey butter, and soap that smells like NATURE! it was a great trip-- here's a picture... it even LOOKS like fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/TLeKY5DCMfI/AAAAAAAAABY/-1-2qCTqJh0/s320/1014101507-00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. I've got a date tonight! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10. I really should have ten but I can't think of a tenth reason right now... oh wait, I'm getting some laundry does... and in this weather, I love doing laundry... and my detergent smells like Mountain Springs... at least it says it does, I personally don't think mountain springs smell this good &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/5011200592554299767-9160063631428128959?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/9160063631428128959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-great-day-to-be-alive.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/9160063631428128959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/9160063631428128959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-great-day-to-be-alive.html' title='It&apos;s a Great Day to Be Alive :)'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/TLeKY5DCMfI/AAAAAAAAABY/-1-2qCTqJh0/s72-c/1014101507-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-2527129817998001650</id><published>2010-10-06T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:52:39.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>So I realize I haven't posted a blog in a while and I actually have a good reason for it. I always just want to say the same thing. That I am just happy and I really have realized that happiness is a choice because I have found that it is and just keep finding that out every day. Actually I just thought of something different to write about and any normal person right now in their train of thought would go back and delete the first part of this post or maybe even change the title... but not me... it's probably because of a mix of laziness and because I don't really care if it's there or not because let's face it, after I post this, I probably won't read it, and if I do, I'll just skip over that part :) But one thing I have realized from talking to some of my sisters, my mom, friends, and just observing people, girls in particular, is that most of us view ourselves as our worst self. We have the uncanny(not even really sure what that word means but it seems to fit) ability to look in the mirror or think of our personality, pick out the worst in it and think that that is how everyone sees us or that is what everyone else notices. In reality, that is not what people notice. It sort of upsets me when I see girls walking around campus with their heads hung down day after day because they just don't realize that they are so amazing and I don't even know them but everyone has something to offer and nobody should ever feel like people only look at them for their flaws. I used to have this problem where if people were whispering or talking quieter when I walked by or was in the room that they just had to be talking about me and it had to be about what I was wearing or something I did that was weird or just anything negative about me. One day I just thought about it and realized I'm not the center of everyone's conversations so I just needed to stop worrying about it and live my life! haha It sounds ridiculous but it's true. I feel like we concentrate so much on our faults and what other people might think that it imprisons us in a way that we don't focus on what is good in each of us.  I tried to find a quote on this but was unsuccessful and got tired of looking... but I think each one of us has the power to decide how we want to live our lives and we choose how we look at ourselves. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like many times each of us looks at the scripture about the worth of souls being great in the sight of God as a verse about service and helping those in need, which is great but to me it also means that I'm important and I'm great :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5011200592554299767-2527129817998001650?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/2527129817998001650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/2527129817998001650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/2527129817998001650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-5575780166771438199</id><published>2010-07-08T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T06:15:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/TDScFiegReI/AAAAAAAAABA/fPnlHoXQfiM/s1600/P7070469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/TDScFiegReI/AAAAAAAAABA/fPnlHoXQfiM/s320/P7070469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491185464639505890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom and Grandma often say that the title of this picture should be "Happiness is..." and I find that to be a fitting title. I found myself recently looking back on these days and thinking why did it seem so easy to be fully immersed in being happy with what was around me. It was a simpler time in my life when the worries and stresses of life didn't get to me and I could just sit with my favorite teddy bear(which I still have) and two of my sisters and one my brothers with the window open and the serene cornfields in the background. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lately, I've found myself split in two in a way because I have felt like half of my life now is out at school and the other half is here at home. When I'm at school I miss my family and the Florida life with my house and nearby beaches but I have noticed this summer that when I am home, I miss my friends and my school life. I was getting myself down and thinking that it was just great that for the next for years of my life I was never going to be fully happy in one place. You can imagine after realizing this I was pretty down and I think that once you're upset about one thing it's like you look for other reasons to be more upset or make your brain get more upset about something else so the first thing doesn't seem as bad. You can bet that's what I subconsciously did and it was terrible. Don't worry, it gets better right about now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After a few weeks of being upset and listening to my depressing cd in every car ride(my sisters tried to stop me but I felt like it's all I wanted to listen to) I decided that I needed to shape up and stop worrying about other people and their lives and focus on mine and just being happy like I was when that picture was taken. I've decided that happiness is a choice and I'm sure everyone can find at LEAST one reason in their life to not be happy but man, that would be one depressing life with a whole bunch of depressed people. In the past week or so that I've decided to just forget about the things that make me sad and instead of being sad now just enjoy my family time now because I know I will miss it and then enjoy my school life and friends out there when that time comes because now I know I'll miss that too. When I'm happy it's like everything sad in my life is forgotten or if it somehow creeps into my mind I just kick it to the curb, or something like that haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say can be summed up by Mr. Franklin himself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 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; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;The Constitution only guarantees the American people the right to pursue happiness.  You have to catch it yourself." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 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; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 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; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;I'd like to add that you also have to "keep" it yourself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5011200592554299767-5575780166771438199?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/5575780166771438199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/07/happiness-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/5575780166771438199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/5575780166771438199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/07/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is...'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/TDScFiegReI/AAAAAAAAABA/fPnlHoXQfiM/s72-c/P7070469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-3241423188004566475</id><published>2010-03-29T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:17:23.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytales.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot lately of love and fairytales and  I'd just like to say that I believe in love and fairytale endings. I feel like the world today is getting so cynical and looks more at love as something for a time and not something that lasts forever. This is seen all over: in movies, in celebrities, and even in our friends who we come in contact with everyday. It frustrates me when I hear people talking about how love is finite, and can't be infinite. I agree that hearts will break and that's a part of life. Yeah, it's not fun but it happens. I may still be young and some would call me naive but I really think that there is someone, maybe even more than one possibility out there who I will fall in love with and he will fall in love with me and we will live happily ever after. Many would call this ignorant but I think that as long as both people are working towards the same goal then they can be truly happy together and stay in love with each other forever.  It's upsetting that our society is becoming more and more set on the next best thing that sometimes people look at love like that. When you truly love someone, you don't think of anything as better than the person you love because they are the best, to you anyways. I heard some people talking about how many times they think they'll get married and many people look at this as the realistic approach but that's really sad. I just hope that when I fall in love and find that special someone who loves me back that I'll realize that this is the person who I always want to be with and we'll be able to live our fairytale. Life's as good as you make it, sometimes we'll have trials but it's all about how we deal with them that can bring people closer together or tear them apart. Attitude is an amazing thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5011200592554299767-3241423188004566475?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/3241423188004566475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/03/fairytales.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/3241423188004566475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/3241423188004566475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/03/fairytales.html' title='Fairytales.'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-2800288758028032712</id><published>2010-03-24T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:02:48.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lately....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S6qn1q-sTiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vWxxCu024f4/s1600/PC120034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S6qn1q-sTiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vWxxCu024f4/s400/PC120034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452354839397551650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S6qm9tUZkRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cy7ErO0O4qs/s1600/cid_994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S6qm9tUZkRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cy7ErO0O4qs/s400/cid_994.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452353877952794898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH the things that happen in our apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5011200592554299767-2800288758028032712?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/2800288758028032712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-lately.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/2800288758028032712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/2800288758028032712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-lately.html' title='Life Lately....'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S6qn1q-sTiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vWxxCu024f4/s72-c/PC120034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-9175019248087485204</id><published>2010-03-23T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:19:45.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Mornin' Life</title><content type='html'>So today was just one of those good days from the beginning. I woke up and as I was getting ready I was just in a good mood. I even sat down to my computer and decided that I would listen to the song Good Mornin' Life by Dean Martin and that's sorta where it all began. I then had to go to English and I got an Analysis paper back and I got a 95 on it! I was pretty happy about that. Then I had to study for a child development exam that I had to take before 2 and I was thinking I got a grade way better than I expected. I have decided that days can be just as good as you want them to be. I was stressing thinking about today earlier this week when I was planning it all out but it turned out to be a great day and mostly because of my attitude towards it. I think it also has a little to do with the fact that the days are going by fast and soon I'll be back in warm Florida. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For right now though, I'm happy where I am. I was thinking about it the other day and I was even talking with one of my roomies and I was saying how I would miss them over the summer. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm so excited to be going home but it's weird to think that after living with these girls for 8 months I won't see them for like 3 months! haha I guess that just means I got lucky with who my roommates are... I mean there aren't many people who late on a Monday night will just jump around and sing/scream along with songs loudly in the kitchen, or on a Friday afternoon have a dance party in the kitchen standing on furniture with the back door wide open to the laundry room, or tie my shoes whenever they come untied, or add "your baby daddy" after anyone says "oooo", or watch/laugh at the same youtube video a million times and then keep repeating the joke, or watch 18 minutes of a how to do a weave tutorial and be honestly intrigued... I could go on and on... But seriously, in the roommate arena I think I would say I definitely made out like a bandit, and I didn't even have to steal anything! Crazy the things you come by these days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5011200592554299767-9175019248087485204?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/9175019248087485204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-mornin-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/9175019248087485204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/9175019248087485204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-mornin-life.html' title='Good Mornin&apos; Life'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-5269585413526048202</id><published>2010-03-16T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:55:39.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antsy</title><content type='html'>So basically I'm to the point where I am just getting so excited to see my family again. It seems like every time I talk to any of them on the phone I just think that I'll be there in a little over a month. That kinda sounds like a lot of time but I'm sure with tests, papers, and finals that it will go by superfast! :) I've also realized that I'm at such a happy time in my life and I just want to enjoy everything. This may have happened because I have been planning my future, in a way, by planning out which classes I'll be taking next semester as well as the one after and I can't believe that after only two quick semesters I'll be ready to officially start the Elementary Ed program. I feel like I'm getting so old sometimes but that's a good thing because life is for living and time has to pass to live. So this planning and getting excited about my major and future combined with the excitement of seeing my family soon have just made me such a happy person lately. Anyways, back to my family, I am just so excited to be seeing them soon. My little sisters are some of my best friends and my little brothers are just so funny and entertaining and I can always count them all to cheer me up and make me happy. I feel like the baby though is getting so old! I keep hearing stories about his accomplishments and I just can't believe I'm missing these but oh well I'll be there in the summer and will enjoy the "growing up" then. Anyways, I just can't wait to be in Florida and back with the fam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5011200592554299767-5269585413526048202?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/5269585413526048202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/03/antsy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/5269585413526048202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/5269585413526048202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/03/antsy.html' title='Antsy'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-983091702448094721</id><published>2010-03-11T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:13:56.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Food</title><content type='html'>After being away from home for about eight months now I've realized the things that remind me of home. I realized most of these reminders in times of stress... like tonight. So, I just finished one paper analyzing an article for english and then yesterday and today I worked all day on another paper for child development which was analyzing what a socially competent adolescent should look like and then looking at the role of the family in it all, needless to say, my head hurts and i think i was going crazy. I then decided that I would make banana nut pancakes, which i actually haven't made in the eight months I've been out here yet (I mostly just make chocolate chip or plain). Just to tell you how insane I was going, as I was slicing the bananas i was thinking I should just slice the tips of my fingers off so I don't have to type anymore. Obviously i didn't do it, but I was thinking it. Anyways, as I was making them I realized that it was my comfort food, pancakes in general are my comfort food. It's not even that I ate then that much at home, it just for some reason makes me happy. I also realized during finals week last semester that country music is another one of my comfort foods. I know it's crazy but country music just reminds me of home and makes me happy. Anyways, for now these two things are my comfort foods, pancakes and country music. I guess I can't help it though ha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5011200592554299767-983091702448094721?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/983091702448094721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/03/comfort-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/983091702448094721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/983091702448094721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/03/comfort-food.html' title='Comfort Food'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011200592554299767.post-717601774329328424</id><published>2010-03-09T22:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:39:17.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parental Pressure</title><content type='html'>So I guess the title is misleading because neither of my parents actually pressured me into getting a blog. I was actually talking to my mom today and she was telling me about my siblings/cousins/aunts and uncles who all have blogs so I decided... why not give it a try? If I never post again then so what? who cares? right? So basically my blog is titled One of Ten because I am in fact one of ten children and I had always thought about writing some book like a biography of me and my family and I would call it One of Nine but have the Nine crossed out and Ten written above it. Since that's never going to happen, it's the title of this blog. I don't really know what else to put in this first post so this will have to do for now, plus I'm real sleepy so that's what I'm going to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5011200592554299767-717601774329328424?l=amandakdimmick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/feeds/717601774329328424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/03/parent-pressure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/717601774329328424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5011200592554299767/posts/default/717601774329328424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandakdimmick.blogspot.com/2010/03/parent-pressure.html' title='Parental Pressure'/><author><name>amandadimmick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975107955002157128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xl2qkF2cnQU/S5c5hMUzzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zf6Cs1bkegI/S220/DSC_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
