tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51849814178221525122024-03-05T09:55:25.160-05:00Out Of The Blue AmyMy Memories of the Past,
My Adventures in the Present,
And Everything in Between.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858922205010728386noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184981417822152512.post-2895597585240551602014-09-29T19:54:00.001-04:002014-09-29T21:46:40.655-04:00GoneMy aunt died unexpectedly yesterday. She was only 51, and although she'd lived years in pain, we just didn't see this coming.<div><br></div><div>I hadn't talked to her in nearly 3 years, because of something that was said that angered me. I would have eventually gotten over what had happened, and everything would've gone back to normal. That's the way things work in my family:</div><div><br></div><div>Hold on to a grudge for a bit, then let it go. Some of us are better at that last part than others.</div><div><br></div><div>But here I am. And there <i>she</i> is. And all I have is the fact that she loved me no matter what, and I loved her.</div><div><br></div><div>Did she do and say things that made me angry beyond comprehension? <b>Yes! </b>Are there things that I'll never understand about my family? <b>Heck yes! </b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div>But you reach a point where you just have to say enough is enough! </div><div><br></div><div>Don't hang on to anger for too long. </div><div><br></div><div>Don't let your pride get in the way for too long.</div><div><br></div><div>Don't pretend that you or anyone else has never said <b><i>horrible </i></b>things, out of hurt feelings & anger. </div><div><br></div><div>Life is so stinkin' short. Like, warp speed. And the older you get, the more apparent that becomes. We aren't here very long, & some of us only get a few breaths in, before it's time to say goodbye.</div><div><br></div><div>Just stop. Take a deep breath. Take 20. Then think about how utterly stupid you're being. Think about how utterly stupid the <i>other</i> person is being.</div><div><br></div><div><b><i>Then?</i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div>Just get over yourself.</div><div><br></div><div>I'll miss you, Shari. See ya when I get there. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><i>In memory of Shari Church</i></div><div><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvz3Y0zHIo8yMp3j3DbleJRrQRm3Z-VhBjxPb7VS4-1W6l6Qv3fBVDRbSKxlq0gkjbCJ5RALkBgSPG7oMwTnQwoqJHJ3UjeoReW8dEqLoVWRcPIhqXSXw3P33McjenZQYNn7B5WSwXUOfD/s640/blogger-image--569897544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvz3Y0zHIo8yMp3j3DbleJRrQRm3Z-VhBjxPb7VS4-1W6l6Qv3fBVDRbSKxlq0gkjbCJ5RALkBgSPG7oMwTnQwoqJHJ3UjeoReW8dEqLoVWRcPIhqXSXw3P33McjenZQYNn7B5WSwXUOfD/s640/blogger-image--569897544.jpg"></a></div><br></i></div><div><i><br></i></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858922205010728386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184981417822152512.post-70482045830475555622014-04-09T22:43:00.001-04:002014-04-09T22:43:55.067-04:00Rex Manning Day, 2014I was a teenager in the 90's. And like many teenagers, in whatever generation you're a part of, I was drawn to certain movies. Movies that captured the spirit of my youth. Movies that made me wish that I was part of the world in which these characters lived. And there has been one movie that's maybe done that a little more than the others.<br />
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I wanted to work in that record store more than anything.<br />
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I wanted to glue quarters to the floor, and not have to explain my art to anyone.<br />
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I wanted Mark to kiss my ballerina foot, as Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits played in the background.<br />
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I wanted AJ to tell me he loved me, at exactly 1:37.<br />
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I wanted to dress like Corey, sing like Gina, and be a kick-ass chick like Deb.<br />
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I wanted a boss like Joe, because there was no one cooler.<br />
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I did <strong>not </strong>want to throw myself at Rex Manning, even though his presence made the story come together. <br />
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Who would have thought that such a jerkwad character, could bring so many awesome people together every April 8th? But that's just what happened.<br />
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Last night on Twitter, I was part of something spectacular. Something that was even picked up by People Magazine. I, along with thousands of other fans, and Empire Records cast members, live tweeted the movie together, in honor of Rex Manning Day. We all pushed play at exactly 10:00 pm EST, and made it a night for the books. (That Deb is awesome at keeping track of, by the way.)<br />
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Surreal is the word I'm using. Never could I have imagined back in the 90's, that someday I would be watching Empire Records, and interacting directly with Ethan Embry, AKA Mark, as we all sat comfortably in our homes, thousands of miles apart. <br />
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Twitter is so magical, you guys. Laugh if you must, but this was unheard of when I was a teenager. If you wanted to interact with a celebrity, or person you admired, you had to write a letter. And chances are, you'd never hear back from them. Now, not only do we get to converse with these fellow humans, but we actually get a feel for if they're truly good people, or king and queen douchebags. (Just so you know, Ethan Embry is a down to Earth guy, who also happens to be a great musician.)<br />
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Here are the stats of our superb extravaganza. I made it onto a list, you guys! <a href="http://www.tweetbinder.com/rs/JC3N4wcIqK1">http://www.tweetbinder.com/rs/JC3N4wcIqK1</a><br />
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Then, to put the icing on the Corey-made cupcakes, a tweet I made about the band, Toad the Wet Sprocket, that Ethan retweeted last night, was responded to by freakin' Toad the Wet Sprocket! And then the 90's Gods were all like, "Oh, you think that's all we've got? How about a retweet of that very tweet, by non other than Gin Blossoms?!" </div>
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Last night was such a blast! And if it becomes a yearly tradition, you should totally play along, because why not? Damn the man!!<br />
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(You can follow Ethan Embry on Twitter <a href="https://twitter.com/EmbryEthan" target="_blank">here.</a>, and you can also find him on Instagram.)<br />
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The other day I was watching the movie Prancer. There's just something about this 80's classic, that brings back memories of my childhood.<br />
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It was released in 1989, which would have put me in the 5th grade. That also happens to be the grade my oldest is in this year.<br />
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When I watch this movie, I'm instantly taken back to the 80's during Christmas time. A time of magic and wonder. A time of earmuffs, and cocoa with extra marshmallows. <em>(cocoa, served in a festive mug, of course.)</em><br />
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A time of visiting my grandparent's on Christmas morning, to show them my favorite toys from Santa. The sound of my boots crunching in the snow, while walking up to their house. The smell of their chimney smoke in the cool, crisp air.<br />
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A time of asking my grandma and grandpa what Santa had left them in their stockings. <em>(He always came through.)</em><br />
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A time of thinking how loved my grandparents must have been, because their entire mantle was filled with Christmas cards from friends and family. I was always sure to admire each picture.<br />
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Going straight for my grandma's Christmas ribbon candy, because they were delicious and full of Christmassy colors.<br />
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I'm taken back to the way their blue Christmas lights twinkled in the snow, and the beautiful glow of the lights on their tree, glistening with the tinsel.<br />
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<i>"Toyland, Toyland</i><br />
<em>Little girl and boy land.</em><br />
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<em>Childhood's joy land</em><br />
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<em>When you've grown up, my dears</em><br />
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<em>You'll laugh and ponder on the years</em><br />
<em>that roll so swiftly by, my dears</em><br />
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<em>Childhood's joy land</em><br />
<em>Mystic, merry Toyland.</em><br />
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<em>Once you pass its borders</em><br />
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<em></em><br />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858922205010728386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184981417822152512.post-76586203567108279242013-12-08T19:35:00.000-05:002013-12-08T19:35:37.833-05:00'KETCHUP WITH US’ – Prompt 31: Send Someone Holiday GreetingsMy holiday greetings go out to all of you. Anyone who's taking the time to read these words. I want you to have a beautiful Christmas, filled with memories of the past, and positive energy for the future.<br />
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And don't forget to gaze at your Christmas tree with your eyes squinted. It's just better that way.;-)<br />
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Thanks, <a href="http://olddognewtits.com/2013/12/01/ketchup-with-us-31/" target="_blank">Michele</a><span id="goog_2038895075"> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/According-To-Mags/290458727658085" target="_blank">Mel!</a> Merry Christmas!</span><br />
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I believe in Christ, so I take <strong><em>both</em></strong> as Merry Christmas, with the added wish for a Happy New Year, from the person who said Happy Holidays. I don't overthink this stuff, you guys. (Although, if I were Jewish, I'd probably get more out of the Happy Holidays.)<br />
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What I'm trying to say, is that you shouldn't let these things that aren't meant to be hurtful, as something hurtful. This isn't someone trying to be politically correct. (Unless you're actually talking to a politician.) <br />
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No one is trying to take Christ out of Christmas. We've been saying "Happy Holidays" since forever. Let's not make it a thing. Bing Crosby sings Happy Holidays, in the movie Holiday Inn, and that was made in the 40's! Zero political correctness back then. Not to mention, he was a man devoted to his faith. Openly, you guys. The King of Christmas music. There was no so-called "War on Christmas" in the 40's. <br />
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Sounds grand, doesn't it?<br />
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Now, the whole "Holiday Tree" thing, I find annoying. I mean, it's a <strong>Christmas tree</strong>, people. No other faith has that custom. It's like referring to the Menorah as a "Festive Candelabra." The tree's soul purpose is to help celebrate the Christmas season.<br />
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But, I will say this: Although it may annoy me, that the government and a few select businesses take the "Holiday Tree" route, it doesn't stop me from enjoying <strong><em>MY </em></strong> Christmas. I mean, why would it? My sister calls her Christmas tree Brutus. Should I get my Christmas socks in a bunch because of it? <br />
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No! One, because I actually find that quite endearing, because she got it from the Christmas cartoon, Noel, about the little red ornament who was born with a happiness. And two, because who cares? It's not affecting my glad tidings, comfort and joy, <strong><em>or</em></strong> my holly jolly Christmas. <br />
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So, if you see me in town, and want to wish me a Merry Christmas, I'm all in! And if you want to say Happy Holidays, I'm all in! Because it's Christmas! It's the holidays! And I plan to keep Christmas well.<br />
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When I think about a man with a mustache, I of course think of Tom Selleck, because duh! He's the poster child of Mustachio Land! But, I decided to go the holiday route for this here post, and chose Professor Hinkle, from Frosty the Snowman. 'Tis the season, after all! Everyone loves a good villain. Not to mention he <em>did</em> try redeeming himself at the end. (Even if it <em>was</em> because he wanted Santa to bring him a present.)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">This prompt comes just in time for our <em>almost</em> yearly vacation to Emerald Isle, North Carolina. (We leave Friday! Woohoo!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to my husband's mom and dad, we get to stay right on the ocean for a week. We wake up in the morning, walk out on the deck, and watch dolphins swimming right in front of us. It's absolutely blissful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It's a week filled with cousins making a lifetime of memories. (Not to mention the parents and grandparents.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I love it there. =)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">These days, it's hard to find the time to read anything but kid's books, & the daily posts from <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/" target="_blank">Buzzfeed</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">But at the age of 10, books took over my summer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I was in love. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">My mom bought me The Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett, and it's been my favorite book ever since. I've watched nearly every version of the movie, and love those just as much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I've always taken great care of my books, which is great, because my oldest daughter is 10 now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"></span> </span><br />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858922205010728386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184981417822152512.post-89092958647789674552013-04-19T22:45:00.001-04:002013-04-19T22:45:42.395-04:00Ketchup With Us - Prompt #16: Celebrity Encounters<span style="font-size: large;">Ketchup With Us - Prompt #16 </span><br />
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I've never met any celebrity. Like, <em>ever</em>. I've been to concerts, and that's about it.<br />
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Oh, Twitter, you addictively magical morsel of life.<br />
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When I was a teenager, we had to write an actual letter, and wait anxiously for a reply. Sometimes we'd never get one. But with Twitter? I've hit the virtual jackpot! (I'm totally going over the 57 words this time, you guys.) I've been tweeted and followed, by Kendall Schmidt from Big Time Rush, I've made celebs laugh with my pics and comments, which is a plus for me, because it means they "get" me. Recently, I was tweeted by Dule Hill, from one of my favorite shows, Psych.<br />
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Dick Van Dyke favorited my tweet, and Jimmy Fallon follows. <br />
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And I don't mean to sound braggy, or anything. Haha! But I totally earned those tweets & follows! And I did it without spamming anyone.<br />
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I know they're just "virtual" meetings, but they're special to this girl from Indiana, who never gets to travel anywhere. =)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>The summer before 9th grade, I was staying the night at my best friend's house, with another one of our girl friends. When my friend left the kitchen to use the bathroom, we put Taco Bell mild sauce in her root beer. When she took a drink, she looked at us and said, "This root beer tastes like chili dogs." I'm glad she still loves me. ♥</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In 57 words or less, tell us about whose shoes you'd like to walk in for a day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eat all you want! People <i>expect</i> and <i>want</i> you chubby!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">People wouldn't tease me about my obsession with all things Christmas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Assuming the day, I may get to be in the Macy's Parade.</span><br />
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I love boy bands, and one might think that was the confession right there. But, I am who I am, and have always accepted that. But here's the thing.....<br />
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Yep, I'm an almost 35 year old woman, and I have a crush on Kendall from Big Time Rush.<br />
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Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858922205010728386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184981417822152512.post-5122232675103526962012-12-03T21:02:00.003-05:002012-12-03T21:02:46.383-05:00Christmas Cartoons and Questions<b><i>(This is a post I wrote last year, but thought I'd bring it out again. Enjoy!)</i></b><br />
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If you've read my blog before, you might remember <a href="http://outoftheblueamy.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-what-makes-you-so-special-franklin.html">this post</a>, poking fun at some Nick Jr. cartoons. I tend to over think things, and this is where my mind goes. I probably wouldn't think about such things, but after watching something a billion times, ones mind starts to wonder. <i>(At least <b>mine</b> does anyway.)</i><br />
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So, ladies and gentleman, I present to you my holiday edition of Cartoons and Questions. ☺<br />
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First up, <b>Frosty the Snowman</b>.<br />
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I love Frosty, and have watched it every year since I was little. But even when I was little, a few things bothered me.<br />
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1. Why are half the kids dressed for winter, and the other half dressed for summer?<br />
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2. Why didn't anyone help the police officer, who was <i>clearly</i> choking to death on his whistle? I'll just assume that someone on the street saved him.<br />
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3. I'm still not completely sure how the animals started the fire for Karen to keep warm.<br />
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4. And my biggest issue by <b>far</b>, is why the heck did Santa drop Karen off on top of her roof, and just leave her there?! We don't <i style="font-weight: bold;">all</i> enter homes via chimney, Santa!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Um, you're dreaming if you think I'm leaving you milk and cookies this year!!"</i></b></td></tr>
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<b>Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer</b><br />
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1. Santa seems to be a jerk once again. This time to a baby reindeer. Classy, Santa. <i>Real</i> classy.<br />
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2. "Eat, Santa!" says Mrs. Claus. Maybe he would "eat" if the food and everything around it, weren't the color grey! Just a thought.<br />
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3. What exactly <i>was</i> wrong with the dolly on the Island of Misfit Toys? I always thought it was because she didn't have a nose, but that still didn't seem quite right. So I did some research and discovered the writers meant for her problem to be more psychological, than physical. If you're a fan of Rankin and Bass, you should check <a href="http://enchantedworldofrankinbass.blogspot.com/">this blog out</a>!!<br />
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4. Remember the bird that couldn't fly, but could swim? Remember at the end, when the elves are dropping the toys off the sleigh via umbrella? Remember when the elf got to the bird and sent him down <i style="font-weight: bold;">without</i> an umbrella? Exactly.<br />
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<b>Nestor, the Long Eared Christmas Donkey</b><br />
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I have <i>quite </i>the soft spot for sweet little Nestor. <b>But</b>, why oh <i style="font-weight: bold;">why</i> would he choose to <i>leave</i> Mary and Joseph, and <i>return</i> to the man that kicked him and his mama out on their tooshies, resulting in his mama's death?<br />
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Maybe it's a lesson on forgiveness?<br />
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<b>The Polar Express</b><br />
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I love almost everything about this movie. But did they <i>really</i> think Eugene, from the movie Grease, was the right voice to use for the nerdy boy?<br />
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There's simply <i>nothing</i> childlike about that voice!<br />
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<b>A Charlie Brown Christmas</b><br />
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I don't care <b><i>how</i></b> much love you give it, that tree is not going to look <i>any</i> better than this.<br />
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<b>That's all I've got for now!!</b><br />
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I really do love these Christmas specials. I watch each and every one, (<i>and then some</i>) every single year.<br />
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But it's fun to sit back and think, <b><i>What were they thinking?!</i></b><br />
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So, what about <i style="font-weight: bold;">you</i>? Are there any holiday specials you can think of to add to this list?<br />
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</b>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858922205010728386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184981417822152512.post-51853192636562476162012-06-23T20:19:00.000-04:002012-06-23T20:19:14.672-04:00It Happened!What was I saying a few days ago? You know, about how Kendall Schmidt may <i>never</i> follow me, but I would never give up hope?<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>It Happened!!!</b></span><br />
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I've never shaken so badly in my life! To be sitting at the computer, and suddenly you get an email message that pops up and says, "Kendall Schmidt is now following you on Twitter!"<br />
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At first I thought it had to be a parody account. I mean, it was the only logical explanation. So, I logged into Twitter, and to this Rusher Mom's surprise, this is what I saw when I went to his profile:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Kendall Schmidt Follows ME?!!!!</b></span><br />
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And the tweet I <i>believe</i> got his attention, was the pic I sent him of a little tree frog that lives in our tomato plant, on our deck. His name is Kendall the Frog. (I know, I know.)<br />
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And it's funny, because the night before, I couldn't find him on the deck anywhere, and was a little worried about him. But sure enough, last night he was back and bringing me some much needed luck. <i>(On our screen door, of all places.)</i><div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>This picture was taken about an hour before Kendall followed me.</b></td></tr>
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</div><div>From this point on, he's my lucky frog. ♥<br />
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</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858922205010728386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184981417822152512.post-83162079239038538542012-06-21T22:02:00.000-04:002012-06-22T00:11:38.097-04:00Being a 34 Year Old FangirlAs I've mentioned in past posts, I'm a sucker for boy bands. I swear I'll be 80, and still gushing over the young whippersnapper's with the awesome voices, and equally awesome dance moves.<br />
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It's who I am, and I'm comfortable with that.<br />
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But being an adult fan of boy bands, one may feel a bit of shame, or embarrassment. After all, the music is <i>usually</i> focused at the tween/teen girls of the world.<br />
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Luckily, one day I typed in <i>Mom Rushers</i> on Twitter, and from that point my boy band loving life had changed.<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Grown women, just like me!! In love with boy bands!</i><br />
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And our boy band of choice?<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>BIG TIME RUSH!!</b></span><br />
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Remember my post from last year, after the concert? If not, <a href="http://outoftheblueamy.blogspot.com/2011/08/boy-bands-pop-cycle-continues.html">here it is. ☺</a><br />
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Since I've met these girls, I've been having so much fun! We never run out of things to talk about, and we never feel stupid for our fangirling. I hope we can all get together someday, because it would truly be a <i>blast!</i><br />
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Since I've found my girls on Twitter, a huge mission of mine was to get a tweet from Kendall Schmidt. I tried desperately for one on my birthday, but sadly I came up short. Which was fine, because it was fun trying, and the day turned out great.<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">But</i>....on June 18, 2012<br />
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My Twitter <i>dream</i>, became a <i>reality.</i><br />
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I had shared this video of Kendall's, asking everyone to watch what he and his brother Kevin, had made.<br />
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Then after the tweet, I logged off and went about my business.<br />
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And when I came back later, this is what I saw. ♥<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Both</i> Kendall and Kevin retweeted me!!<br />
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Now, if you're not a fangirl, this is probably a big heaping pile of yawn-fest news. But to <i style="font-weight: bold;">me</i>, it is simply <i>amazing</i>.<br />
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And it's true when they say these things happen when you least expect it. I wasn't <i>trying</i> to get a tweet like I usually do. I was just sharing this beautiful song with everyone.<br />
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And yes, my next goal is to get Kendall to follow me, and <i>yes</i> I know it may <i>never</i> happen, but it won't stop me from trying.<br />
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And it won't stop me from being young at heart.<br />
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Because like I always say: <b><i>A</i></b><i style="font-weight: bold;">ge is just a state of mind.</i> ♥Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858922205010728386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184981417822152512.post-76163098220096645732012-05-10T11:32:00.001-04:002012-05-10T11:33:28.174-04:00Vanity Smurf is Feeling Quite Smurfy Today.If you know me, you'll know I'm a strong supporter of marriage equality. Some people close to me, are quite disgusted with my views on this and other things. But, I continue to love them, as they more than likely, continue to love me.<br />
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With that being said, I just had to shout through the rooftops how happy I am about our president speaking out as a supporter of gay marriage.<br />
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Was this more than likely done because it's an election year?<br />
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Probably.<br />
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But for him to be the first president <i style="font-weight: bold;">in</i> office to support it, is a <i style="font-weight: bold;">huge</i> step in the right direction.<br />
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And I'm quite joyful about it. ♥<br />
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<b><i>Beauty and the Hobo:</i> Instead of magically turning into a prince at the end, he simply takes a shower.</b><br />
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<b><i>Hobo in Wonderland:</i> Basically, it's just a hobo in L.A., wondering why no one will eat a hamburger.</b><br />
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<b><i>The Hobo of Notre Dame: </i>The hobo has found a new place to sleep, but has trouble doing so, because <i>someone</i> keeps ringing those darn bells!!</b><br />
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<b><i>Hobo and the Tramp:</i> Two friends down on their luck, from different sides of the tracks.</b><br />
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<b><i>Snow White and the Seven Hobos:</i> The feel-good comedy of the year!</b><br />
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<b><i>Sleeping Hobo: </i>He pretends to be under a spell, just so he has somewhere to crash.</b><br />
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<b><i>Hobo Hood:</i> He takes from the rich, to give to the poor. (<i>Me thinks he's not a republican.)</i></b><br />
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That's it for now! If I think of some more, I'll add a part two. ☺<br />
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If anything, at least we'll have some fun memories. ♥<br />
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But 2gether had something the other guys didn't.<br />
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<i>Hilarity</i><br />
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Not that NSYNC didn't make me laugh. Trust me, they did! I still have my vhs tape called, <i>NSYNC: 'N The Mix, </i>and it was filled with the guys being goofy.<br />
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But 2gether was <i style="font-weight: bold;">all</i> about bringing the funny! If you don't know who they are, the best way to explain them is that they are a "mock" boy band. Fictional characters, yes. But they did their own singing and dancing. And they were <i>awesome!</i><br />
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After the movie did so well, MTV decided to turn 2gether into a series, which ended <i>far</i> too soon, due to the sudden death of the youngest member, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Cuccione">Michael Cuccione</a>. Then, before we could even comprehend what had happened, <i>2gether was gone.</i><br />
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All hope seemed lost to us 2gether fans.<br />
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<b><i>Until this year......2012gether.</i></b><br />
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MTV signed over the rights to the remaining members, and a reunion is in the process!<br />
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The journey will be long, but oh so worth it!<br />
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Listening to my boy bands, reminds me of a simpler time in my life. Before the hustle and bustle of family life took over. Listening to that wonderful pop music, helps me remember that <i>I'm still me.</i> Even on days that i'm lacking sleep, and too tired to get dressed, let alone put make-up on!<br />
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Young Amy is still in there.<br />
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And I hope she always is.♥Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858922205010728386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184981417822152512.post-63706865803864917312012-02-17T09:31:00.000-05:002012-02-17T09:31:11.876-05:00It's Free!!<center><a href="http://www.123friendster.com/Comments/Friends_Hug.aspx"><img alt="123Friendster.Com" border="0" src="http://img1.123friendster.com/en/friendshug/27.jpg" /><br />
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There are a lot of people in need of prayers and hugs around me lately. Some people don't believe in prayer, but <i>do</i> believe in the power of positive thinking. I think the two go hand in hand.<br />
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So give someone you love, an unexpected hug today.<br />
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Because, who knows?<br />
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Maybe that was just what they were praying and hoping for.♥<br />
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Happy Friday everyone!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858922205010728386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184981417822152512.post-92154170436522458172012-02-14T18:31:00.000-05:002015-02-06T11:02:28.552-05:00Valentine's Day: My, How You've Changed!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br>
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Valentine's Day. You either love it, or hate it with all your being.<br>
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In Elementary school, it was a greatly anticipated day, filled with goodies and games. I loved picking out my box of Valentines, and delivering each card to my classmates bag.<br>
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A bag (or sometimes milk jug) that each of us decorated to our liking, usually covered in pink and white hearts. I loved that day in school!♥<br>
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Then after all the cards were delivered, we would all sit at our desks and open them up. We were lucky back then for having Valentine's that came with envelopes. It added to the anticipation, and I quite liked it. The cards now only have stickers to close them shut. And I get the whole <i>"Save the world</i>" thing, but I'm sad my kids won't have that.<br>
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In around 5th and 6th grade, There was more of a thought process in filling out my valentine's. I had to be sure not to give one to a boy that said something like, "Be Mine, Valentine!" In fear of one of them thinking I liked them or something. <i>Heaven forbid!</i> ☺ I could <i>never</i> bring myself to hand <i>too</i> sweet of a valentine out, even to a boy I thought was cute. I was <i>much</i> too shy to do something like that back then.<br>
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Then you get into middle school and high school, and the love/hate relationship that most people have with Valentine's Day begins.<br>
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If you were lucky enough to <i>have </i>a boyfriend on Valentine's Day, you were on cloud 9. I was always <i>completely</i> jealous of the girls that got a carnation that day. <i>(The schools around here would sell carnations to students, that were then delivered to the recipient.)</i><br>
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<i>I</i> didn't get my first steady boyfriend until 10th grade, and <i>he</i> never sent me one. And then my senior year, I was dating someone from another school, so once again, no carnation.<br>
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My junior year, a friend and I <i>(she was also single)</i> declared it "<i>Black Wednesday"</i> and decided to celebrate Valentine's Day in our own special way.<br>
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With black cookies.<br>
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Only, she couldn't get the food coloring to turn black, so they were a gross green. I guess that's Black Wednesday for ya!☺<br>
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My husband's always been good to me on this day. Even when I tell him not to, which is usually every year. This year, we decided to buy each other a movie that we each wanted. <i>(Mine was Breaking Dawn, Part 1)</i> And we also went out for an early dinner on Saturday. That's more than enough for me. But this morning, I wake up to a card and chocolates.<br>
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<i>He loves me! He <b>really</b> loves me! (I had to throw some cheesiness in there, in memory of Black Wednesday.) I met his chocolates, and raised him a giant homemade sugar cookie, with buttercream frosting.☺ Both hands were winners.♥</i><br>
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Today when the girls came home from school, they proudly opened their Valentine bags and showed me what they had received. I hope they hold these memories in their hearts forever.<br>
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And Megan got an extra special surprise. A boy in her grade was waiting for her to walk by the library at the end of the day, then ran up to her and put a box of chocolates in her bag, and ran away! How cute is that?!<br>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! (Or Black Tuesday, if you wish.)</i></b></span>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858922205010728386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184981417822152512.post-82648102431436769842012-02-04T21:54:00.002-05:002012-02-07T21:58:10.340-05:002nd Grade: The Year That Will Always Stick<i><b>(I can't believe it's taken me this long to write another one of my "school flashback" posts! )</b></i><br />
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It was the 1986/1987 school year, and I was a 2nd grader at Leesburg Elementary.<br />
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Second grade was such a fun year. For the second year in a row, my best friend Tara was in my class. We had such fun together! We were never short on giggles and goofiness. I also made friends with two new students that year.<br />
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Lisa and Beth.<br />
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They were both new to Leesburg, and I was instantly drawn to both of them. Lisa was so much fun, and fit into our goofy, giggly group, just swimmingly. And then Beth, who appeared shy in the beginning, (<i>that didn't stick!LOL)</i> had the prettiest skin and hair color I had ever seen! That entire year, I secretly wished my hair was long and dark like hers. I'm so thankful for Facebook helping to keep us in contact with each other.♥<br />
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And with the power of Facebook, Tara recently helped me remember something that I had forgotten about....<br />
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Popple Talk.<br />
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Yes, Popple Talk was a language that we made up that year, in honor of Popples. You remember Popples, right? Just in case, here's a commercial.<br />
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Popple talk was basically taking the first letter of every word, and making it a P.<br />
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Our teacher's name was Mrs. Knoop. (Do you see the humor now?lol)<br />
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And speaking of Mrs. Knoop, she was the epitome of what a teacher should be. She was kind, but tough when she needed to be. She had a way of making me feel like I was special, which is something I needed to feel after my first few years of school. Not to mention, I was still adjusting to becoming a big sister.<br />
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I remember she gave us empty tin cans, and had us decorate them with construction paper and other things. They were called our "I Can Cups"<br />
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Anytime one of us was heard speaking the words, "I can." we were given a poker chip to place in the can. But if we were caught saying, "I can't", a chip was taken away. After some time had passed, she would have an auction filled with small toys and such, that we could bid on with our earned chips.<br />
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I also remember her taking us outside around Halloween time, and letting us bob for apples. And in the spring, the "Easter Bunny" hid eggs for us around the playground. ☺<br />
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Second grade was also one of the last years, if not <i>the</i> last year, I believed in Santa. <i>(Santa the actual person. If you read my blog on a regular basis, you know how I feel about <a href="http://outoftheblueamy.blogspot.com/2011/12/hi-my-name-is-amy-and-im-virginia.html">Santa Claus</a>.♥)</i><br />
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That year, Mrs. Knoop had each of us write a letter to Santa. I remember thanking him for the fox radio I received the year before. I still have that radio. It's simply a stuffed animal, with a radio on the bottom. You can see it in the picture below, up by my head.☺ I also remember asking him how his elves were and Mrs. Claus.<br />
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A few years ago, Mrs. Knoop told me that those letters were written by high school girls. But in my heart, it will always be from Santa Claus.♥<br />
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That year, Mrs. Knoop gave each of us a Christmas ornament. And every year since then, it hangs on my Christmas tree. A reminder of childhood, and a teacher who made a difference, in a shy little girl's life.<br />
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She will always be my favorite teacher. I've had many good ones, but none <i>quite</i> like Mrs. Knoop. The perfect blend of goofiness and love.♥<br />
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I started out wanting to make a Hostess inspired Ding Dong cake, but after trying it, it tasted more like a Suzy Q. The only part that made it <i>kind of</i> like a Ding Dong, is the chocolate ganache on the outside.<br />
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I began by baking a chocolate cake with Hershey's baking cocoa. <i>(The recipe on the back of the container.)</i><br />
I like using that recipe, because the cake is more firm and easier to handle than boxed.<br />
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While the cakes were cooling, I made the creme filling. Marshmallow creme frosting, to be exact.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Marshmallow Creme Frosting</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>One 7oz container of marshmallow Creme</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>One 16oz container of vanilla frosting</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Place everything in a large bowl, and mix on high for 2 min.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>(Top section)</i></b></td></tr>
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</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">The next thing I did was scoop out circles of cake, and filled them with the frosting, then put the missing cake pieces back on top.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>(Bottom section)</i></b></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">After I had them both filled on the inside, I spread the remaining creme on top of the bottom half, then placed the other half on top.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">And that my dears, is the step I should have skipped! As soon as I placed that last half on top, a huge crack appeared. Looking at the picture, it's probably because the top half is bigger. (Don't ask me why, because the pans were the exact same.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">But alas, I kept right on chugging, like the Little Engine that Could!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Next, I made the Ganache.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Chocolate Ganache</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>1 cup heavy cream</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>1 Tbs butter</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>12oz bag of semi sweet chocolate chips</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
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</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Heat the cream and butter over medium heat, until boiling.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Pour the mixture over the chips and let stand for 5 min.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Stir until smooth.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">The last thing I did was take my pastry brush, and brushed on the ganache.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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I suppose if you are anticipating a broken heart this Valentine's Day, then <i>this</i> is <i>just</i> the cake for you! ☺<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>(Side view)</i></b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>So, what did I learn today?<br />
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That the next time I decide to make one of these cakes, I'm going to keep both sides separate. Yep. One for us, and another for some lucky, close in proximity relative.lol ☺<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>(At least it tasted good!)</i></b></td></tr>
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</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858922205010728386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184981417822152512.post-23531565203169042012012-01-21T22:59:00.000-05:002012-01-21T22:59:21.930-05:00White Bean and Chicken ChiliIt really seems that this blog is turning into a food blog, doesn't it? I think the winter weather just puts me in the mood to cook and bake. <i>(Mostly bake☺)</i><br />
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So no, my little blog is <i>not</i> transitioning to a food blog, but it's safe to say I <i>will</i> be having more food-type posts. But only if I find something worth sharing with all of you.<br />
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Which brings me to tonight.<br />
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For years I've been talking about wanting to make white bean chili, but when it comes to cooking new things, I usually wimp out and say, "Maybe next week..."<br />
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I'm sick of putting things off! I've made up my mind that this year, I'll add more items to our family menu, because lets face it, eating the same 5 or 6 dishes over and over again, can <i>really</i> get to a person!<br />
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Can you believe that until today, I had <i>never</i>, and I mean <i>never</i> cooked with fresh garlic? The thought of it actually scared me! <i>"How does one even <b>cut</b> garlic?" "What the heck is a garlic clove, and how in the world do I mince it?!" "PS....what does mincing mean?"</i><br />
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Thank goodness for YouTube and the wonderful German chef who showed me what to do!<br />
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<i>Can you tell I'm more of a baker? lol</i><br />
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So, after searching the internet and finding several recipes, I discovered that most white bean chili recipes had the same main ingredients.<br />
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This is my version.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>White Bean and Chicken Chili</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>1 whole chicken, 2 or 3 pounds</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>1 lb Dried Northern Beans </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>7 Cups Chicken Broth</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>1 Cup of chopped onion</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>4 Cloves garlic, minced</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>1 tsp Cumin</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>1/8 tsp Oregano</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>1 tsp Paprika</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>1 tbs Chili Powder</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>1/4 tsp Pepper</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>1 tsp Salt</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>2 tbs Chopped Jalapeno</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>1 Cup Cilantro leaves, chopped (you can skip this step if you're not a fan.)</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
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</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Boil your chicken until it's falling off the bone, usually an hour and a half, to two hours, making sure to turn it halfway through.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>While that's boiling, cook your beans as the package suggests.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When the chicken is done, drain the broth through a strainer into a separate pot, and place the chicken on a cutting board or pan. Pour the broth back into the pot you boiled the chicken in. Let the chicken cool for a bit before pealing off the meat. I like to use my hands to do this, that way I can feel any small bones that may have found their way in otherwise.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When your beans are done, add them to the broth, along with the chicken.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Next, add your dry ingredients.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>In a separate pan, saute the onion, garlic, and peppers in some olive oil or vegetable oil. When everything is tender, add the cilantro and continue cooking for another minute or two.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Add the mixture to the chili pot, and let simmer for as long as you'd like. Mine cooked for a few hours.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Make sure you taste it as you go, making sure there's enough chili powder for your taste. I couldn't add <b>too</b> much spice, for the kid's sake.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I topped ours off with a dollop of sour cream, which made it extra yummy.☺</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have one of the pickiest eater's in the world living in my house, and even <i style="font-weight: bold;">she</i> liked it! In fact, she ate every bite! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This chili was a big hit, and everyone in the house gave it 2 thumbs up.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Yay, for trying new things!☺</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
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</i></b></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858922205010728386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184981417822152512.post-77541870366380459472012-01-18T17:55:00.001-05:002012-01-19T09:53:06.490-05:00Easy-Peasy Cinnamon RollsI was craving cinnamon rolls today, and figured since I already had frozen bread dough in the freezer, why not give it a whirl?<br />
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<i>Best decision I made all day!!</i><br />
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If I would have known they were this easy to make, I would have done it a long time ago!<br />
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One loaf of frozen bread dough is enough to fill two 9 inch round pans.<br />
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</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>What you'll need.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1 loaf of dough</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>2tbs Butter, melted</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>2/3 Cup Packed brown sugar</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Cinnamon (I didn't measure. I just used what looked good.)</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1/2 Cup of whipping cream</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>2/3 cup powdered sugar</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1 to 1 1/2 tbs milk</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1/8 tsp vanilla</b><br />
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<b>Knead your bread a little before starting, to get the air bubbles out.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Roll your dough out, until it's about 20 inches long, and 5 or 6 inches wide.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Brush the melted butter on top of your rolled out dough.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sprinkle on the brown sugar, rubbing it into the melted butter.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sprinkle on the cinnamon, as much as you'd like.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Roll the dough up jelly-roll style, and slice it up. (I got around 14 or 15 slices out of it, each around 1 1/2 inches thick.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Place the rolls in 2 round pans, and let rise for 40 min.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Before placing them in the oven, drizzle the rolls with whipping cream. (You could also use half and half for this.)</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Bake in a 350 degree oven for 25-30 min. (I baked mine for 26 min, and they came out perfect!☺)</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>For the icing, just mix your 2/3 cup of powdered sugar, with 1 to 1 1/2 tbs milk, and then add the 1/8 tsp vanilla.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Drizzle the icing over the rolls while they're still warm, and there ya have it!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i>This recipe was inspired by one I found on Allrecipes.com, and here's the link to <a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/walnut-cinnamon-rolls/">that</a>.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">They're a <i>huge</i> hit, and my oldest said that I'll never have to buy them in the store <i>ever again!</i> ☺</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858922205010728386noreply@blogger.com0