<?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-613875279630350512</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:47:35.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber: A New Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103701987229268004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwIjGPPrzI/AAAAAAAAABE/IkzpWbb6saU/S220/yea.._edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613875279630350512.post-2382006426611718370</id><published>2008-11-08T21:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:40:45.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Books I Would LOVE To Read..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If, maybe, possibly, if I had like a day...er...three to spend in a bookstore I would totally read this Teenage Romance Novels. If you've read them before tell me what ya think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://www.ebr.lib.la.us/teens/teenzone/greatreads/this%20lullaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This first one, my friend Georgia is currently reading it says that it's a VERY good book. She's got me interested. I trust her because she lead me to &lt;em&gt;Twilight &lt;/em&gt;by Stephanie Meyer...the best book of the century. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Lullaby - Sarah Dessen&lt;/strong&gt;: Remy is raised my a mom who has been married 5 times to different men. She doesn't really believe in long lasting relationships nor is she a "soft hearted person" This all changes when Dexter comes in her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://syndetics.com/index.aspx?isbn=0689830807/LC.JPG&amp;amp;client=fsc01&amp;amp;type=xw10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darkness Before Dawn - Sharon M. Draper&lt;/strong&gt;: Tall, dark, handsome, and as smooth as his silk shirts and leather jacket. He can discuss everything from art to world events, he's traveled the world, and he owns a Jeep, a condo, and a jazz CD collection. But best of all, twenty-three-year-old Jonathan Hathaway, the new track coach and the principal's son, has his golden eyes set on Keisha Montgomery.&lt;br /&gt;In her senior year of high school, still recovering from the suicide of her ex-boyfriend, Keisha's thrilled to have someone treat her like a woman rather than a girl. As Jonathan tells her, she's a butterfly ready to try her wings -- much too mature for high school boys, whose only deep thoughts are words from rap songs. Jonathan makes her feel alive again; he seems like the answer to all her dreams and the cure to all her nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;Gifts wrapped with silver ribbons begin to mysteriously appear on her doorstep, and Keisha is swept off her feet. But events take a terrifying turn, and suddenly darkness overwhelms her life.... As Keisha struggles to put her world back in perspective, she learns the power and the danger of silence, and discovers the secret gifts that had been waiting for her all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SRZZikOpIbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/btzgtRObOcQ/s1600-h/13780533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266495264631890354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SRZZikOpIbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/btzgtRObOcQ/s200/13780533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Die, My Love - Lurlene McDaniel:&lt;/strong&gt; Julie Ellis and Luke Muldenhower have always been school sweethearts. Now both are in high school and deeply in love. Luke, a talented football player, is almost certain to receive an athletic scholarship to a top college. And no matter what her parents say, wherever Luke goes, Julie intends to follow. When Luke can't shake what he thinks is a virus, Julie persuades him to see a doctor. Luke's test results are alarming, but Julie believes their love is stronger than anything. Can love survive, now and forever? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SRZaxMxsX8I/AAAAAAAAACY/2wKrg-ZSemo/s1600-h/13723119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266496615546118082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SRZaxMxsX8I/AAAAAAAAACY/2wKrg-ZSemo/s200/13723119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Secret Boyfriend - Lurlene McDaniel:&lt;/strong&gt; When eighth grader Jordan Starling hears tales of her friends' summer romances, she feels compelled to invent a boyfriend of her own. A rival questions her honesty, so she produces a photo of cute Ryan Elliot, a faraway family friend that she hardly remembers. All seems forgotten until Ryan actually shows up in Dallas. Due to an acrimonious divorce, Ryan and his mother unexpectedly take refuge in the Starling home. When Ryan enrolls in Jordan's school, the complications arise. Jordan must navigate the hallways continuing the charade, while keeping Ryan in the dark about her lie. When Jordan's nemesis makes a play for Ryan, who has become her friend, the eighth grader comes to an important decision, accepting responsibility for her web of lies and demonstrating a new level of emotional maturity. This undemanding story is full of stock characters and some outdated slang, but reluctant "tween" readers will gobble up this book. Lurlene McDaniel structures a taunt paperback read, with plenty of escalating conflict to keep readers turning the pages. McDaniel even dabbles into some harder issues, such as divorce and the consequences of lying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SRZbPIeeKAI/AAAAAAAAACg/CxE2p_Zv_58/s1600-h/24502032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266497129787828226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SRZbPIeeKAI/AAAAAAAAACg/CxE2p_Zv_58/s200/24502032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When It Happens - Susane Colasanti:&lt;/strong&gt; In Colasanti's sweet debut, an unlikely pair of high school seniors fall for each other, and learn to handle the ups and downs that come with love. At the start of the book, overachiever Sara starts dating popular Dave, mainly because "after being a nobody for so long, it feels awesome to be a somebody." But when she gets paired up with smart slacker musician Tobey, they instantly connect and Sara realizes true love is "finally happening." Told through the couple's alternating perspectives, the story realistically captures the thrill of first love (Sara realizes that "When I'm with Tobey, an hour seems like a second"). After finding each other, Sara and Tobey must deal with jealous exes as well as their futures (Tobey learns to study, hoping to go to the Manhattan Music Academy and be near Sara at NYU). Readers may find the plot somewhat thin, and secondary story lines remain underdeveloped (e.g., Sara's strained relationship with her mother, who was 16 when Sara was born; her friend Maggie's struggles to deal with her parents' divorce). But the book emulates the feeling that everything but the budding romance slips to the background. Even the delectably hokey scene in which Tobey wins Sara back by standing under her window, holding up his boom box over his head (like John Cusack in her favorite scene from Say Anything) is sure to make readers smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613875279630350512-2382006426611718370?l=amberolivia14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/feeds/2382006426611718370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613875279630350512&amp;postID=2382006426611718370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/2382006426611718370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/2382006426611718370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/2008/11/books-i-would-love-to-read.html' title='Books I Would LOVE To Read..'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103701987229268004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwIjGPPrzI/AAAAAAAAABE/IkzpWbb6saU/S220/yea.._edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SRZZikOpIbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/btzgtRObOcQ/s72-c/13780533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613875279630350512.post-3092360637036197341</id><published>2008-10-27T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:41:36.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would U Do??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SQZ6nUUOqaI/AAAAAAAAACA/jAum0DCqDXM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262028030516046242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SQZ6nUUOqaI/AAAAAAAAACA/jAum0DCqDXM/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you had a brother, sister who had a child, and a mother. You clicked over to the news one Friday morning and saw that you're mother and brother had been shot to death in their home and that the killers took your nephew. What if two days later you find out that you're nephew was found shot dead in the backseat of a SUV. What if you're ex-brother-in-law was your worst enemy? Someone who took the woman who created you out of this world. Someone who was your own blood. Someone who had the same parents as you, grew up with you, laughed and cried with you? What if? What if your mother died? At least you could go to your brother...but you can't. Your sister is suicidal because it was &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;son. What if after your marriage to your fiance, you get pregnant? What if you need your mother's guidance when you are in labor? What about when you are concerned about your children's health? What are you supposed to do? Who are you supposed to turn to? Since neither of your parents are living and you haven't even gotten married yet, what are you supposed to do. Well, I'll tell you what we're supposed to do - pray. R.I.P Hudson family. We love you Jennifer. May God bring a shield of protection around you and the rest of your family. We love you so much. God Bless you. Good night everyone. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace and love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amber &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613875279630350512-3092360637036197341?l=amberolivia14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/feeds/3092360637036197341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613875279630350512&amp;postID=3092360637036197341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/3092360637036197341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/3092360637036197341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-would-u-do.html' title='What Would U Do??'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103701987229268004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwIjGPPrzI/AAAAAAAAABE/IkzpWbb6saU/S220/yea.._edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SQZ6nUUOqaI/AAAAAAAAACA/jAum0DCqDXM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613875279630350512.post-2005137229955961590</id><published>2008-09-20T12:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:25:44.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newest ObessionS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SNUvfWEgXXI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhUPlLL2rk/s1600-h/BRITNEY-SPEARS-blackout-album.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248153156317109618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SNUvfWEgXXI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhUPlLL2rk/s200/BRITNEY-SPEARS-blackout-album.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so a couple of weeks ago it was white fingernail polish but now it's.... a song called "Radar" off of Britney Spear's album "Blackout". It's a really cool song and I want you to listen to it. it doesn't have a video to it but it is cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other new obsession is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Light pink finergnail polish. I did mine this weekend as well. I like them. They're a little more &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SNUwKojmNgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FHNKeawXjy8/s1600-h/AAAAAsGgZdcAAAAAAHTehw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248153900013729282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SNUwKojmNgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FHNKeawXjy8/s200/AAAAAsGgZdcAAAAAAHTehw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;calmer than the white ones. I liked them but I kinda got annoyed when everyone was like, "Why do you have white out on your nails?" then I was just like, "You know what...!?" But anyways those are my two new obsessions and I want you to try them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now...in other news... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human teeth are as hard as rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613875279630350512-2005137229955961590?l=amberolivia14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/feeds/2005137229955961590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613875279630350512&amp;postID=2005137229955961590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/2005137229955961590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/2005137229955961590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-newest-obessions.html' title='My Newest ObessionS!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103701987229268004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwIjGPPrzI/AAAAAAAAABE/IkzpWbb6saU/S220/yea.._edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SNUvfWEgXXI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhUPlLL2rk/s72-c/BRITNEY-SPEARS-blackout-album.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613875279630350512.post-5910649802547956603</id><published>2008-09-20T12:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:10:40.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SNUuc9uAXCI/AAAAAAAAABo/OCiiBuEbgX0/s1600-h/IMG_2431-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248152015908920354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SNUuc9uAXCI/AAAAAAAAABo/OCiiBuEbgX0/s200/IMG_2431-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! It's been a while since I blogged, mainly because I've been spending most of my time with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; Georgia. She left for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fairhope&lt;/span&gt;, Alabama yesterday and I've been gloomy all weekend so far. I've only been out of the house once and I hate it. I'm supposed to go running today but it doesn't feel the same. Even though we usually didn't spend the weekend together, it just feels weird that she's not in Memphis anymore ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kno&lt;/span&gt;? Not in Tennessee anymore....but 400 miles away in a new house, with new people, new EVERYTHING. I hate it. I miss her so much. I wish I could text her ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kno&lt;/span&gt;? Hug her one last time just to tell her that I love her. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; hard! I hate it (once again). Well, the best thing is, I have other friends I can hang with...just not Georgia..*sniff sniff*. It's really hard to go through Middle School without a best friend. Someone who has your back ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kno&lt;/span&gt;? Who you can always count on to save you a spot. Help you out of trouble, text you when you wanna text, take pics, hang, chill...whatever, whenever - she was there, but now she's not. It's not like she's dead or anything...it's just it's so much stuff we never got to do before she left. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;...Georgia, if your reading this right now, I want you to know I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much and be very safe in Alabama. You have angels watching over you and your family every minute of the day. Don't forget me when you become big one day! Please! I won't ever forget you. All the Hutch girls miss you and I'm pretty sure me, Camille, and Greer miss you the most but that's just what I think. We love you and we want you to take care. &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613875279630350512-5910649802547956603?l=amberolivia14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/feeds/5910649802547956603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613875279630350512&amp;postID=5910649802547956603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/5910649802547956603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/5910649802547956603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-you.html' title='I Love you...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103701987229268004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwIjGPPrzI/AAAAAAAAABE/IkzpWbb6saU/S220/yea.._edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SNUuc9uAXCI/AAAAAAAAABo/OCiiBuEbgX0/s72-c/IMG_2431-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613875279630350512.post-4637346861709828795</id><published>2008-09-01T10:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:56:34.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwQBKRgQ9I/AAAAAAAAABg/Gr1v5Ju7VBE/s1600-h/united-states-flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241081678476100562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwQBKRgQ9I/AAAAAAAAABg/Gr1v5Ju7VBE/s200/united-states-flag.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Labor Day! Even though I have no idea what it means...I just know that every year at the end of August, I get a 3 day weekend! Yay! Now, it's time for homework, 7th grade stinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613875279630350512-4637346861709828795?l=amberolivia14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/feeds/4637346861709828795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613875279630350512&amp;postID=4637346861709828795' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/4637346861709828795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/4637346861709828795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103701987229268004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwIjGPPrzI/AAAAAAAAABE/IkzpWbb6saU/S220/yea.._edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwQBKRgQ9I/AAAAAAAAABg/Gr1v5Ju7VBE/s72-c/united-states-flag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613875279630350512.post-7747913250196149201</id><published>2008-09-01T10:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:50:19.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Mind's In Disturbia!</title><content type='html'>It's random, but I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0_9NljJEFU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0_9NljJEFU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613875279630350512-7747913250196149201?l=amberolivia14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/feeds/7747913250196149201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613875279630350512&amp;postID=7747913250196149201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/7747913250196149201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/7747913250196149201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Your Mind&apos;s In Disturbia!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103701987229268004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwIjGPPrzI/AAAAAAAAABE/IkzpWbb6saU/S220/yea.._edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613875279630350512.post-5955700789854131169</id><published>2008-09-01T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:12:32.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Obsession...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stormdc.com/dirtfield/uploaded_images/01-03-07_1055-761790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.stormdc.com/dirtfield/uploaded_images/01-03-07_1055-761790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;White finger nails! I painted mine white....of course their not as perfect as these because I'm only right handed, not ambidextrous. I also did my toe nails. My mom says that she's not a fan of white fingernail polish but I love it! I'm officially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt;! I think it looks really good on my skin. I would've taken a picture but my digital camera broke...guess I'll just wait till Christmas *hint, hint...mama!* WALGREEN'S FOR $89.99!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwFeXkdj2I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DWwviCZya10/s1600-h/katie_holmes6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241070085633576802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwFeXkdj2I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DWwviCZya10/s200/katie_holmes6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katie Holmes-Cruise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; with another child?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get over it, we know you're a couple!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwFxiL12MI/AAAAAAAAAAY/djLlyTnqzYc/s1600-h/rihanna3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241070414900615362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwFxiL12MI/AAAAAAAAAAY/djLlyTnqzYc/s200/rihanna3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashlee Simpson-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wentz&lt;/span&gt; looks fat, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241070754871699666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwGFUrQ6NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8ontBUhsAh8/s200/Ashlee_Simpson9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613875279630350512-5955700789854131169?l=amberolivia14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/feeds/5955700789854131169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613875279630350512&amp;postID=5955700789854131169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/5955700789854131169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/5955700789854131169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-obsession.html' title='My New Obsession...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103701987229268004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwIjGPPrzI/AAAAAAAAABE/IkzpWbb6saU/S220/yea.._edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwFeXkdj2I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DWwviCZya10/s72-c/katie_holmes6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613875279630350512.post-1191563377628350081</id><published>2008-09-01T09:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:54:21.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Me...</title><content type='html'>Okay so...there are tons of reasons why I made a new blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I forgot my e mail address I used for the old one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I just wanted to start over...well...my mom made me start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it sucks having a mom that loves to write and majored in English. Well...it may not. Let's see how this thing turns out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613875279630350512-1191563377628350081?l=amberolivia14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/feeds/1191563377628350081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613875279630350512&amp;postID=1191563377628350081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/1191563377628350081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613875279630350512/posts/default/1191563377628350081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberolivia14.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-me.html' title='A New Me...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103701987229268004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5p33mMuoJo/SLwIjGPPrzI/AAAAAAAAABE/IkzpWbb6saU/S220/yea.._edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
