<?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-2990347644494465615</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:52:58.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spoke the Words...</title><subtitle type='html'>....but never gave a thought of what they all could mean.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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that you have done nothing wrong and everything is okay doesn't mean you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when you think no one will find out about your actions, you slip up and practically lay it out on the table for everyone to see. and i hate that you force me to make hard decisions and you don't even know i am aware of what happened. you don't know how much i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i can't point all the fingers at you because i've kept my mouth shut about it. but when something like this happens, how do you just casually bring it up? it's not like we can sit over tea and mention, oh hey i know about this, would you like a scone? it would be nice if life worked like that. obviously it doesn't. this is all a recurring cycle and if i keep myself in it eventually i'm going to make myself numb to all emotions. i'm a stone when it comes to this. i'm a pro at keeping quiet when most people i know would blow up. i've given you so many chances to get your skeletons out of the closet and you won't do it. i don't know if i can wait on you to dust them off and have the guts to expose them. all i want is for you to have the nerve to tell me so i dont have to say i know. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to be happy with what you've been given in life and your closet will always be empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-3777378876342858055?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/3777378876342858055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=3777378876342858055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3777378876342858055'/><link 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-3643708642097470586?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/3643708642097470586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=3643708642097470586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3643708642097470586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3643708642097470586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuck.html' title='stuck.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-5235278018797980656</id><published>2009-06-19T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:50:02.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perfection...</title><content type='html'>....can anyone reach it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these days i desperately want to. it seems like so many people out here are just perfect, at least by appearance. perfect hair, perfect body, perfect skin. i feel so flippin' self-conscious here, it's ridiculous. i should have more confidence in myself, but it's really hard. everyday is a struggle to feel at least decent. i'm trying to start working out and eating better, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess it's stupid my first post in like two weeks is about this, but surely everyone can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want a perfect body, i just want to walk around and not feel so self conscious about myself. i just want to walk around and not worry if i look fat in something i wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a really stupid girl thing, but i know guys worry about appearance too. but face it, some guys can be overweight and still look good. if you're overweight and a female, forget it. until i can get where i'm comfortable in my own skin, i just have to live with feeling like nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-5235278018797980656?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/5235278018797980656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-927607185058913449</id><published>2009-06-01T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:33:46.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi from out west.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SiTHiDdWqdI/AAAAAAAAAYg/XmQmZfVzh-4/s1600-h/daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342614445826157010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SiTHiDdWqdI/AAAAAAAAAYg/XmQmZfVzh-4/s320/daisy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;.....this is the start of something good. don't you agree?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-927607185058913449?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/927607185058913449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=927607185058913449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/927607185058913449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/927607185058913449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-from-out-west.html' title='hi from out west.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SiTHiDdWqdI/AAAAAAAAAYg/XmQmZfVzh-4/s72-c/daisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-9080342637294961175</id><published>2009-05-14T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:22:31.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so it begins again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/Sgz77Fm47OI/AAAAAAAAAYY/_sdaJYoxJH4/s1600-h/3430242832_f227ffe753_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335916651063340258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/Sgz77Fm47OI/AAAAAAAAAYY/_sdaJYoxJH4/s320/3430242832_f227ffe753_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; i had the best days with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-9080342637294961175?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/9080342637294961175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=9080342637294961175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/9080342637294961175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/9080342637294961175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-it-begins-again.html' title='so it begins again.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/Sgz77Fm47OI/AAAAAAAAAYY/_sdaJYoxJH4/s72-c/3430242832_f227ffe753_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-3460264171052536091</id><published>2009-04-23T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:09:12.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the night came into stay while you made other plans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are the sun gone down...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;[you are the sky].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;you are the moon rushed around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.........you are goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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plans.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-7243044337023465396</id><published>2009-04-17T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:41:53.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm not handling this as good as i thought i could.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-7243044337023465396?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/7243044337023465396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=7243044337023465396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7243044337023465396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7243044337023465396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/04/fall-back.html' title='fall back.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-3535011892395252104</id><published>2009-04-07T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:37:06.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the days go too fast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/Sdw3kjdiZvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/54e8AuTNDp4/s1600-h/2407104385_5d334fa89e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322189960779032306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/Sdw3kjdiZvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/54e8AuTNDp4/s320/2407104385_5d334fa89e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting on this all to happen is killing me the most.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's so hard to cherish the days when you know what's coming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My pretending days are over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-3535011892395252104?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/3535011892395252104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=3535011892395252104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3535011892395252104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3535011892395252104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/04/days-go-too-fast.html' title='the days go too fast.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/Sdw3kjdiZvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/54e8AuTNDp4/s72-c/2407104385_5d334fa89e_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-2814240689097939489</id><published>2009-03-24T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:27:24.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a jet engine through the center of the storm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/ScmWFZNjb1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Qy0bXg3AudI/s1600-h/flickr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/ScmWFZNjb1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Qy0bXg3AudI/s320/flickr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316945854498828114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm losing you and it's effortless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-2814240689097939489?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/ScmWFZNjb1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Qy0bXg3AudI/s72-c/flickr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-3695889142648205869</id><published>2009-03-21T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:56:06.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forecast says....</title><content type='html'>this good weather clouds my mind.&lt;br /&gt;because when i sit outside and feel a sunny 70 degree day with a slight breeze, everything fades away. i can close my eyes and pretend everything is perfect. there's no problems and i have nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i open my eyes, get up, and go about my day i'm constantly reminded that i can't run away from this forever. and i have to deal with this so much sooner than i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not going to be easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-3695889142648205869?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/3695889142648205869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=3695889142648205869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3695889142648205869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3695889142648205869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/03/forecast-says.html' title='forecast says....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-7727840007450878790</id><published>2009-03-14T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:31:03.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;please don't make this harder than it already is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-7727840007450878790?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/7727840007450878790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=7727840007450878790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7727840007450878790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7727840007450878790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='..........'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6866197352839040002</id><published>2009-03-03T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:53:43.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts you can't decode.</title><content type='html'>Decode by Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;How can I decide what's right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; When you're clouding up my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I can't win your losing fight all the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; No care to ever own what's mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; When you're always taking sides &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; But you wont take away my pride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; No not this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Not this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; How did we get here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Well I use to know you so well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; How did we get here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Well, I think I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; The truth is hiding in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; And its hanging on your tongue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Just boiling in my blood, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; But you think that I can't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; What kind of man that you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; If you're a man at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Well, I will figure this one out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; On my own ("I'm screaming I love you so")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; On my own (My thoughts you can't decode)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; How did we get here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Well I use to know you so well, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; How did we get here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Well, I think I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Do you see what we've done? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; We've gone and made such fools of ourselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Do you see what we've done? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; We've gone and made such fools of ourselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; How did we get here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Well I use to know you so well, yeah yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; How did we get here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Well, I use to know you so well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I think I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I think I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; There is something I see in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; It might kill me I want it to be tru&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-6866197352839040002?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/6866197352839040002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=6866197352839040002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6866197352839040002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6866197352839040002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-thoughts-you-cant-decode.html' title='my thoughts you can&apos;t decode.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-2558028111046573858</id><published>2009-02-26T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:14:48.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be your best friend forever if....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You got me a cute little husky puppy like this one ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/Saa_hNoBlcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHVtdIgbqcA/s1600-h/2125327034_e6946e6ce4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307139788216833474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/Saa_hNoBlcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHVtdIgbqcA/s200/2125327034_e6946e6ce4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; And yes, I know it doesn't stay a puppy forever. Huskies are so beautiful full grown. The household has been discussing getting a puppy....I vote yes, please. :) I miss having a dog around all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....whaddya say??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-2558028111046573858?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/2558028111046573858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=2558028111046573858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/2558028111046573858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/2558028111046573858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-be-your-best-friend-forever-if.html' title='i&apos;ll be your best friend forever if....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/Saa_hNoBlcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHVtdIgbqcA/s72-c/2125327034_e6946e6ce4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-8442712297376350152</id><published>2009-02-20T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:28:02.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one really wins.</title><content type='html'>the longer i let this go, the more it absolutely shreds me to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;i wish this could all disappear. i wish i could erase my mind of what i know.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i really could just let it go, nothing spoken of the subject.&lt;br /&gt;but i know i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at such a battle with myself. i feel like either way i lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-8442712297376350152?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/8442712297376350152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=8442712297376350152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/8442712297376350152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/8442712297376350152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-one-really-wins.html' title='no one really wins.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-8025361195606527598</id><published>2009-02-19T08:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:06:22.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is becoming real.</title><content type='html'>and it literally makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to know how you sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;and i'd like to know why i deserve any of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, just tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-8025361195606527598?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/8025361195606527598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=8025361195606527598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/8025361195606527598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/8025361195606527598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/02/everything-is-becoming-real.html' title='everything is becoming real.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-5050079646558045044</id><published>2009-02-16T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:38:12.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what else is there to say?</title><content type='html'>my feelings i get are always right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-5050079646558045044?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/5050079646558045044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=5050079646558045044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5050079646558045044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5050079646558045044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-else-is-there-to-say.html' title='what else is there to say?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-5021613371941457001</id><published>2009-02-05T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:24:42.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever.</title><content type='html'>i start to write something on my blog everyday but i always word stuff so poorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just things going on i don't really understand. i might understand if i just ask about it, but this is me we're talking about. i don't ask about anything until it absolutely eats me up inside and i have to. eventually i'll get to that point about this but for now i just let it make me sad everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a life i lead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-5021613371941457001?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/5021613371941457001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=5021613371941457001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5021613371941457001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5021613371941457001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/02/whatever.html' title='whatever.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-5301478994362963081</id><published>2009-01-18T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:52:29.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will carry you home.</title><content type='html'>so, i had a whole blog typed out but i felt like i was sharing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me just sum up what i said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of a lot of things lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my health and all the dealings of that&lt;br /&gt;2. not knowing what to do after school is done&lt;br /&gt;3. people using me to get what they want or get things done cause i'm "too nice" sometimes&lt;br /&gt;4. always thinking about how i screwed up a couple really important relationships&lt;br /&gt;5. always worrying about money....ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;6. not being able to buy anything but food and pay for rent cause i can't afford to buy clothes, shoes, etc etc. i get frustrated because i wear my summer stuff with jackets and crap. i can't even buy winter clothes because i have to pay rent. blah being grown up.&lt;br /&gt;7. thinking about January 25, 2008. if someone could hypnotize me to erase that day from my mind, i'd be happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more but i already feel like i've shared too much, even in this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry my blogs are always so sad lately. i guess life could be better, if you ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-5301478994362963081?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/5301478994362963081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=5301478994362963081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5301478994362963081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5301478994362963081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-carry-you-home.html' title='i will carry you home.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-1782897149738113608</id><published>2009-01-11T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:27:42.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight i let postsecret do the talking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWrivsDwn_I/AAAAAAAAATg/2hE2RoQAjrE/s1600-h/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290290021208727538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWrivsDwn_I/AAAAAAAAATg/2hE2RoQAjrE/s320/dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWriqjTcleI/AAAAAAAAATY/f3nx7wLwfBE/s1600-h/gps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290289932959258082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWriqjTcleI/AAAAAAAAATY/f3nx7wLwfBE/s320/gps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWrimtETQOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/myn0BAMCv04/s1600-h/3008181636_95b5ca465a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290289866860609762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWrimtETQOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/myn0BAMCv04/s320/3008181636_95b5ca465a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWrig5duCrI/AAAAAAAAATI/ih-ZYYj-X2k/s1600-h/1595531318_f2e2f8cadd_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290289767109233330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWrig5duCrI/AAAAAAAAATI/ih-ZYYj-X2k/s320/1595531318_f2e2f8cadd_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWricXrJkdI/AAAAAAAAATA/zVPDFSpcZo0/s1600-h/2665361986_c76de0480e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290289689319281106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWricXrJkdI/AAAAAAAAATA/zVPDFSpcZo0/s320/2665361986_c76de0480e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWriW7gYeQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1buBaL_Aq1U/s1600-h/327515215_7256e413f2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290289595858581762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWriW7gYeQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1buBaL_Aq1U/s320/327515215_7256e413f2_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWriNTfv28I/AAAAAAAAASw/URCtlwEtytA/s1600-h/2729858796_7573fcc655_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290289430499679170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWriNTfv28I/AAAAAAAAASw/URCtlwEtytA/s320/2729858796_7573fcc655_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye and goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/2990347644494465615-1782897149738113608?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/1782897149738113608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=1782897149738113608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1782897149738113608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1782897149738113608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/01/tonight-i-let-postsecret-do-talking.html' title='tonight i let postsecret do the talking.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWrivsDwn_I/AAAAAAAAATg/2hE2RoQAjrE/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6694785095484192768</id><published>2009-01-09T00:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:17:00.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know you read this, so....</title><content type='html'>hi you. i won't address this specifically to you, but i know you read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to let you know i was thinking about you a lot today. and some old memories and inside jokes. and i wanted to put some for old times sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the countless cappuccinos at denny's. always loved those free refills.&lt;br /&gt;-the moody bible.&lt;br /&gt;-if we hear shuffling coming down the hallway, we know its her and shouldn't answer the door!&lt;br /&gt;-funny videos...."loud for jesus!"&lt;br /&gt;-nana, mama, etc etc. you know.&lt;br /&gt;-bedtime stories involving the above. thinking back, i'm SO weird. ha.&lt;br /&gt;-stupid chain on my bike would never work.&lt;br /&gt;-beverly.&lt;br /&gt;-the street you somehow found that night. that was still unbelieveable you found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, i could put hundreds here probably.&lt;br /&gt;i don't why i get so nostalgic sometimes. hard not to, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;just thinking what could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-6694785095484192768?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/6694785095484192768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=6694785095484192768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6694785095484192768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6694785095484192768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-you-read-this-so.html' title='i know you read this, so....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6847141044628883811</id><published>2009-01-06T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:45:57.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is what it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWRPKbavOBI/AAAAAAAAASg/Hax-Omvo6Uc/s1600-h/1190818714_59b75ec2c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288438903016994834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWRPKbavOBI/AAAAAAAAASg/Hax-Omvo6Uc/s320/1190818714_59b75ec2c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't you dare let me keep reaching for you if you're not going to reach back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-6847141044628883811?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/6847141044628883811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=6847141044628883811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6847141044628883811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6847141044628883811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='it is what it is.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SWRPKbavOBI/AAAAAAAAASg/Hax-Omvo6Uc/s72-c/1190818714_59b75ec2c2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-8293608301874385872</id><published>2009-01-04T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:00:17.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it never came.</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure that you believe in consistency.&lt;br /&gt;there are some days i could swear you get it.&lt;br /&gt;and others where i could swear you never knew the meaning of the word.&lt;br /&gt;say one thing today. say something else tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;act one way today. act completely different tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that holds these days together is the repetitive motions we go through.&lt;br /&gt;we are certainly far away from being consistent.&lt;br /&gt;it's just another thing i hope for and know it might not ever come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these days i'm such a pro at waiting.&lt;br /&gt;i wait for what i hope for, dream of, want so bad.&lt;br /&gt;i wait for what i can perfectly visualize in my head but know will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;i wait for what i could swear is right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;but oh, don't forget. our consistency is very inconsistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put the ball in your court as much as i can. i give you every chance for the perfect unblocked shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when are you going to take it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-8293608301874385872?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/8293608301874385872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=8293608301874385872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/8293608301874385872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/8293608301874385872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-never-came.html' title='it never came.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-4551694148356509511</id><published>2009-01-01T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:12:22.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>after all, you do know best.</title><content type='html'>you know, i really think we need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll finally put aside these insecurities and fears i have about bringing up these issues.&lt;br /&gt;if you'll promise to just sit and hear me out, i promise i'll be honest.&lt;br /&gt;it's just these two paths i thought were so entwined i think are really just parallel.&lt;br /&gt;but i would love nothing more than to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please prove me wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-4551694148356509511?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/4551694148356509511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=4551694148356509511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4551694148356509511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4551694148356509511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-all-you-do-know-best.html' title='after all, you do know best.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6498377803505742571</id><published>2008-12-31T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:02:38.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 a.m.</title><content type='html'>I'm an hour into the new year. I swear I'm determined to make this different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know every year I say that, make this year different. I think I succeeded somewhat in 2008, but I'm not kidding when I say 2009 has to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, happy new year everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a hopefully awesome year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-6498377803505742571?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/6498377803505742571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=6498377803505742571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6498377803505742571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6498377803505742571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-am.html' title='1 a.m.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-807961630844003464</id><published>2008-12-29T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:29:18.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bend and break.</title><content type='html'>these days i can go from zero to sad in two seconds. it's so frustrating. but i just think think think think. and worry on top of that. and this stupid cycle will never end, will it? i will always worry about my future and worry if i'll ever be good enough. sometimes i'd rather just disappear than have my mind always wrapped around this stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-807961630844003464?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/807961630844003464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=807961630844003464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/807961630844003464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/807961630844003464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/12/bend-and-break.html' title='bend and break.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-1728514812840591728</id><published>2008-12-22T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:33:42.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>days to months to years.</title><content type='html'>i guess it's because we are human that we sometimes questions decisions we've made.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about anyone else, but i'm the queen of asking what if.&lt;br /&gt;i've done this to myself my whole life. if i actually wrote out a list....well, it would take me a whole notebook probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if that means i've screwed up a lot or i just have a different perspective on things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i even have so many questions and regrets about my life? i'm only 21. what if i live to be 90? am i going to look back and have a lifetime of regrets and constantly asking myself what if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to have that kind of life. even if i only live to be 22....between now and then, i still don't want to constantly question things that have happened in my life. but i trap my mind in such a cycle that i don't know what to do. i know i'll probably never stop wondering and asking about things that have already happened in my life until this point....but as i get older, i would love to not have so many regrets and questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-1728514812840591728?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/1728514812840591728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=1728514812840591728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1728514812840591728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1728514812840591728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/12/days-to-months-to-years.html' title='days to months to years.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-1078213621889559492</id><published>2008-12-17T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:05:41.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a mess, i guess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;take the map and point to anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-1078213621889559492?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/1078213621889559492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=1078213621889559492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1078213621889559492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1078213621889559492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-mess-i-guess.html' title='i&apos;m a mess, i guess.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-632143272813352291</id><published>2008-12-15T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:27:40.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurry up and wait.</title><content type='html'>i just saw on another blog a few minutes ago....someone asked that they wonder how much of our lives we waste waiting. i know exactly how they feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-632143272813352291?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/632143272813352291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=632143272813352291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/632143272813352291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/632143272813352291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/12/hurry-up-and-wait.html' title='hurry up and wait.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-4616918956081929777</id><published>2008-12-10T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:07:28.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>basically...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SUC8JJMyM4I/AAAAAAAAASY/NjjsDVZ8KwI/s1600-h/2481361946_1acdc19efa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278425628552606594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SUC8JJMyM4I/AAAAAAAAASY/NjjsDVZ8KwI/s200/2481361946_1acdc19efa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-4616918956081929777?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/4616918956081929777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=4616918956081929777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4616918956081929777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4616918956081929777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/12/basically.html' title='basically...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SUC8JJMyM4I/AAAAAAAAASY/NjjsDVZ8KwI/s72-c/2481361946_1acdc19efa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-3078505203921956968</id><published>2008-12-07T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:04:51.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i share too much on this.</title><content type='html'>i have one big topic i've been trying so hard to sort out in my head for the past two weeks. and i can't do it. there's too many open-ended questions that i'm afraid i'll never have answered. i would like them answered by one certain person but we all know me! silly amber will never ask them! haaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-3078505203921956968?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/3078505203921956968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=3078505203921956968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3078505203921956968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3078505203921956968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-share-too-much-on-this.html' title='i share too much on this.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-1593979300010078443</id><published>2008-12-04T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:52:32.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the goodness of this song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/STjdoqvvzqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JC8b_ia_1wo/s1600-h/1258995364_952ce63a1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276210654203596450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/STjdoqvvzqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JC8b_ia_1wo/s200/1258995364_952ce63a1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found a tidal wave begging to tear down the door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories like bullets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They fired at me from a gun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cracking me open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swim to brighter days despite the abscence of sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choking on salt water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not giving in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-jack's mannequin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-1593979300010078443?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/1593979300010078443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=1593979300010078443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1593979300010078443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1593979300010078443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-goodness-of-this-song.html' title='oh the goodness of this song.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/STjdoqvvzqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JC8b_ia_1wo/s72-c/1258995364_952ce63a1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-5371531678437194865</id><published>2008-11-28T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:28:15.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/STDgz3BBvKI/AAAAAAAAASI/L_cSPzCnse0/s1600-h/318947873_12028f1b66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273962345197059234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/STDgz3BBvKI/AAAAAAAAASI/L_cSPzCnse0/s200/318947873_12028f1b66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;you looked at me and asked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;what are you thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i should have answered with the truth...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;i was thinking i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-5371531678437194865?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/5371531678437194865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=5371531678437194865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5371531678437194865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5371531678437194865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-looked-at-me-and-asked.html' title='question.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/STDgz3BBvKI/AAAAAAAAASI/L_cSPzCnse0/s72-c/318947873_12028f1b66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-7342597758575829039</id><published>2008-11-20T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:25:46.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fall all around us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SSWrfdJ8gfI/AAAAAAAAASA/Y2FUnq0x7sw/s1600-h/IMG_6634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270807495797670386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SSWrfdJ8gfI/AAAAAAAAASA/Y2FUnq0x7sw/s320/IMG_6634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i carry your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i carry it in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;-e.e. cummings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-7342597758575829039?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/7342597758575829039/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SSWrfdJ8gfI/AAAAAAAAASA/Y2FUnq0x7sw/s72-c/IMG_6634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6763028501913553978</id><published>2008-11-18T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:39:37.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then...</title><content type='html'>....life became amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this moment i'm in right now could not be any better.&lt;br /&gt;drinking a mug of hot chocolate (i've been craving it for weeks!).&lt;br /&gt;cold cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm inside under a warm blanket.&lt;br /&gt;jay leno on tv. gotta keep smiling :)&lt;br /&gt;and that boy i love just inches from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-6763028501913553978?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-2999464399144793117</id><published>2008-11-12T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:09:26.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting, waiting, wishing.</title><content type='html'>if i had ten clocks, i'd set them all a minute apart.&lt;br /&gt;then when it turned 11:11 on each one, i'd get to make ten wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd wish everytime to somehow be everything you want and need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-2999464399144793117?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/2999464399144793117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-3310504125812554734</id><published>2008-11-01T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:11:37.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks anberlin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;dismantle me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-3310504125812554734?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-832425074151083370</id><published>2008-10-30T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:02:32.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty in pain.</title><content type='html'>so a big fat warning. do NOT click this link if you are squeamish. it's a bit graphic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture. it's one of those you hate to look at but you just can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i found it. i was searching random flickr pictures and found this girl's picture ream. i don't know who she is, i'm not condoning what she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/myguerrilla/2857646101/in/photostream/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/myguerrilla/2857646101/in/photostream/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this picture screams so many things to me.&lt;br /&gt;on one arm she's got one of the most awesome tattoos ever :)&lt;br /&gt;on the other, you can obviously see she's cut herself for awhile. i've never seen anything like this. and trust me, i've seen crazy things. this girl has been through a lot and you can tell by this one picture. her arm screams battle to me. constant battle. but then again, it screams victory because all you see is scars. no new cuts. just healing. you see the consequences of what she did to herself, but there's beauty in scars i think. if that's weird to you, oh well. i'm not gonna lie, i've been through what this girl has. i was in flippin' mental hospitals for cutting myself. i attempted suicide. this all happened when i was 14, 15, 16, 17. some of my friends know firsthand what went on. i was on anti-depressants. i've got scars. so on one hand you look at this picture and you cringe. it kinda grosses you out. but on the other hand, it's beautiful because it does represent that the pain is over. you can see looking through this girl's pictures that she still cuts herself, but at least you know she's capable of stopping and getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know. i'm weird and this is random. but i have a heart for people going through what i did because i understand exactly why they do it. like i said, i don't condone this in any way, but yeah. i get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad i can learn from my past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-832425074151083370?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/832425074151083370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=832425074151083370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/832425074151083370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/832425074151083370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/beauty-in-pain.html' title='beauty in pain.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-1369449133811446808</id><published>2008-10-29T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:31:38.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unwinding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SQjH5E8KQUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MjjnFab8bR8/s1600-h/2128274271_b6b81d182e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262675947974967618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SQjH5E8KQUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MjjnFab8bR8/s320/2128274271_b6b81d182e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;breathe in the familiar shock of confusion and chaos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-1369449133811446808?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/1369449133811446808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=1369449133811446808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1369449133811446808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1369449133811446808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/unwinding.html' title='unwinding.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SQjH5E8KQUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MjjnFab8bR8/s72-c/2128274271_b6b81d182e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6555468733650240720</id><published>2008-10-28T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:21:48.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hang on if you can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SQfylBtySHI/AAAAAAAAARw/JMnqpio55DA/s1600-h/2961139541_c191d3e66b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262441407535270002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SQfylBtySHI/AAAAAAAAARw/JMnqpio55DA/s320/2961139541_c191d3e66b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;problem is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;i think i lost it a long time ago.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-6555468733650240720?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/6555468733650240720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=6555468733650240720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6555468733650240720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6555468733650240720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/hang-on-if-you-can.html' title='hang on if you can.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SQfylBtySHI/AAAAAAAAARw/JMnqpio55DA/s72-c/2961139541_c191d3e66b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-420458027973834320</id><published>2008-10-28T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:27:29.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these days all feel the same.</title><content type='html'>i'm sure whoever reads this knows my biggest fault/annoyance/weakness (whatever you'd like to call it) because i've ranted about it so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have something you NEED to say.....say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times have i went on and on about that? don't keep things inside because they will just build up. you will start making something big out of what initially was small. and plus if you have something you need to say, do it before you miss your chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all sounds familiar, right? then WHY WHY WHY can i not listen to myself? i am my own worst enemy sometimes. i annoy the crap out of myself. i need to say something to someone, but i've been talking myself out of it. i tell myself its a waste of time and they will think i'm really stupid for saying such a thing. on the other hand, what i need to say is how i feel. i can't help it. this blog is such repitition. i should know better by now, shouldn't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i think i've figured out my deep underlying fear is losing people. that's just been the story of my life. i screw up really good relationships with stupid stuff i say or do. i did it all throughout high school and i've done it in college. i tried to avoid losing people like the plague but i guess i'm a magnet to it. i'm not saying i drifted away from people for no reason....of course i probably did or said something, but i hate when things are broken and just can't be mended. it hurts me more than anything else. that's exactly why i can't tell this person how i feel or ask the questions i'm dying to know. this person confronted me the other day though, and told me the past few days i haven't seemed happy. it caught me way off guard. so i came up with a bunch of excuses and they bought it. but now they are always asking me if i'm okay. and everytime i'm like yeah i'm great! i hate lying, but i just lie to their face everytime. and here i am again in a cycle. its like every other month i get into this. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who reads this blog, but if you have any suggestions, i'm waaaaay open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic, i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-420458027973834320?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/420458027973834320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=420458027973834320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/420458027973834320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/420458027973834320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-days-all-feel-same.html' title='these days all feel the same.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-771028185686768115</id><published>2008-10-26T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:36:31.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the best kind of reason.</title><content type='html'>i should really be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;12:28 a.m. with a midterm in eight hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i would like to take a few minutes to savor this night.&lt;br /&gt;dim light from the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;the classical music playing we can't sleep without.&lt;br /&gt;your alarm clock that displays the time on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;a half open window, gusts of wind outside, and the most beautiful person lying underneath it.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the light from the hall i can see you breathing.&lt;br /&gt;did you know you breathe in sync with the swaying of the trees?&lt;br /&gt;it's fascinating, really.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad we both like it cold when we sleep because this open window relaxes me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm perfectly content watching you rather than studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this room seems to hold everything i love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-771028185686768115?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/771028185686768115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=771028185686768115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/771028185686768115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/771028185686768115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-kind-of-reason.html' title='the best kind of reason.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6349557278866396117</id><published>2008-10-23T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:47:58.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are you in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll do this the right way, and dig myself out of this hole. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s frightening, that I don’t know which way I can go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; It might be that everyone around me seems cold. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I think I need to do it all on my own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; And if I try to turn my life back around, it's so hard cause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I’m on a path that I’ve never been down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I’ve got I think that this might be the one way that I can go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-6349557278866396117?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/6349557278866396117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=6349557278866396117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6349557278866396117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6349557278866396117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-in.html' title='are you in?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6730438012227823806</id><published>2008-10-22T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:02:00.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i could start over a hundred times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SQAS78KMwOI/AAAAAAAAARA/ZPFRgWHrJR8/s1600-h/464806437_fe0405a641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260225185739227362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SQAS78KMwOI/AAAAAAAAARA/ZPFRgWHrJR8/s320/464806437_fe0405a641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've got my life in a suitcase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i'm ready to run, run, run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-6730438012227823806?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/6730438012227823806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=6730438012227823806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6730438012227823806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6730438012227823806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-could-start-over-hundred-times.html' title='i could start over a hundred times.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SQAS78KMwOI/AAAAAAAAARA/ZPFRgWHrJR8/s72-c/464806437_fe0405a641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-2073121743710486867</id><published>2008-10-18T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:43:04.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPrWyY69LtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/eABmGOqXn9k/s1600-h/2423711455_82f70f1285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258751676080008914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPrWyY69LtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/eABmGOqXn9k/s320/2423711455_82f70f1285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the weight of my conscience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is an all time low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-2073121743710486867?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/2073121743710486867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=2073121743710486867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/2073121743710486867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/2073121743710486867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/fail.html' title='fail.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPrWyY69LtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/eABmGOqXn9k/s72-c/2423711455_82f70f1285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-8907824539532271635</id><published>2008-10-16T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:26:31.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lead where you may.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257989334853004450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPghcSi0rKI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ECYd2JM0-0U/s320/431523017_abffd16489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this distance is what we make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPghAsiC5YI/AAAAAAAAAQo/jGkMiv03_xU/s1600-h/2187075440_786f749ef6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257988860792726914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPghAsiC5YI/AAAAAAAAAQo/jGkMiv03_xU/s320/2187075440_786f749ef6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are my sunshine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2990347644494465615-8907824539532271635?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/8907824539532271635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=8907824539532271635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/8907824539532271635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/8907824539532271635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/lead-where-you-may.html' title='lead where you may.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPghcSi0rKI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ECYd2JM0-0U/s72-c/431523017_abffd16489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-4383485646387460975</id><published>2008-10-15T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:09:42.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishful thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPbac2IJ3DI/AAAAAAAAAQg/E261XfhBaec/s1600-h/2333715655_f4336e46f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257629804102540338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPbac2IJ3DI/AAAAAAAAAQg/E261XfhBaec/s320/2333715655_f4336e46f7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one day.....i hope i'm enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-4383485646387460975?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/4383485646387460975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-326957389772408022</id><published>2008-10-14T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:56:31.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPU_n_e7AdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ASUx9uzuhBI/s1600-h/1762122723_140dc26108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257178096313500114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPU_n_e7AdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ASUx9uzuhBI/s320/1762122723_140dc26108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what did i do to get this lucky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-326957389772408022?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/326957389772408022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=326957389772408022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/326957389772408022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/326957389772408022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wonder.html' title='i wonder...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPU_n_e7AdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ASUx9uzuhBI/s72-c/1762122723_140dc26108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-4597664497727897231</id><published>2008-10-13T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:50:24.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a broke, lonely future?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPPpWAZ0vwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hKn8qaX8IQ0/s1600-h/2670875129_485f2afd5c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256801754346209026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPPpWAZ0vwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hKn8qaX8IQ0/s320/2670875129_485f2afd5c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;take this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;make it something beautiful again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;if i could put a mood on here like you can on myspace, i'd definitely put "nostalgic".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this weekend was so interesting for me. first of all, my parents came to visit. i had not seen them in two months. they looked different and yet they had not changed at all. weird. it made me miss home so much. i don't want to come back to live in south carolina, but a nice visit would be awesome. i miss driving down random farm roads in anderson. i miss my friends. i miss working at skin's....a whole lot. i miss familiarity. but all i need is a visit to cure these things because i know living in anderson again is not in my future. in fact i'd probably miss tennessee after a couple days' visit at home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm random.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i definitely became depressed in photography class today. i gotta say, the professors aren't very encouraging as far as the future goes. they constantly tell us if we are looking for financial stability that photography is not the career path to take. the first year out of school will probably be tough and i will probably still be at cracker barrel. who knows. today i got depressed because my professor said most people in a photography profession do not have good relationships. he is the only one he knows of all his friends in the profession who is still married to the one woman he's asked. sad, right. he told us not to get engaged anytime soon. his point is that we all will probably have to travel a lot for our jobs, especially if you're wanting to be freelance. (by the way, guess who wants to do that....yep.) anyways, he says it can seriously strain a relationship if your partner hates traveling or just gets sick of you going. we actually had a guest speaker today. he graduated from the program like two years ago. he said he's been dating this girl for seven months but he doesn't know if it will work out simply because of his job. he said she's never really complained but he's still starting to think negatively. if you think that, why be in it, right? basically they told us unless you find a partner who doesn't care if you have to travel and will stick with you through anything, don't even start worrying about having a life with someone. wouldn't that make you depressed too? geeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-4597664497727897231?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/4597664497727897231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=4597664497727897231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4597664497727897231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4597664497727897231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-broke-lonely-future.html' title='i have a broke, lonely future?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPPpWAZ0vwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hKn8qaX8IQ0/s72-c/2670875129_485f2afd5c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-1174718865197366238</id><published>2008-10-11T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:23:19.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPGJPWO968I/AAAAAAAAAQA/L36o-1oBmvM/s1600-h/272181350_5e2cc4368b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256133136877480898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPGJPWO968I/AAAAAAAAAQA/L36o-1oBmvM/s320/272181350_5e2cc4368b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;it's the choices that make us who we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;[....coordinate brain to mouth and ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out. wish i knew...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-1174718865197366238?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/1174718865197366238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=1174718865197366238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1174718865197366238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1174718865197366238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-choices-that-make-us-who-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SPGJPWO968I/AAAAAAAAAQA/L36o-1oBmvM/s72-c/272181350_5e2cc4368b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-7976040749472288700</id><published>2008-10-09T00:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:23:32.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and fall makes me feel like this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SO2xGPmzAGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/HEpNKdqmWTQ/s1600-h/201969121_83418e5be2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255051061037826146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SO2xGPmzAGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/HEpNKdqmWTQ/s400/201969121_83418e5be2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'll give you my &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; on a string.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-7976040749472288700?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/7976040749472288700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=7976040749472288700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7976040749472288700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7976040749472288700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-fall-makes-me-feel-like-this.html' title='and fall makes me feel like this...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SO2xGPmzAGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/HEpNKdqmWTQ/s72-c/201969121_83418e5be2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-7960243862181647346</id><published>2008-10-07T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:51:56.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i chronicled the days you made me want to live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOwtpEF9oBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FA5sdlEMbSk/s1600-h/703426210_8a2cc0a7d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254625048731164690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOwtpEF9oBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FA5sdlEMbSk/s400/703426210_8a2cc0a7d0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;strong&gt;love]&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-7960243862181647346?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/7960243862181647346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=7960243862181647346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7960243862181647346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7960243862181647346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-chronicled-days-you-made-me-want-to.html' title='i chronicled the days you made me want to live.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOwtpEF9oBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FA5sdlEMbSk/s72-c/703426210_8a2cc0a7d0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-2027648553086933043</id><published>2008-10-06T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:38:12.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i've decided to summarize my weekend on this post. &lt;strong&gt;warning: it's not interesting ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, let me start with Thursday. I worked a morning shift at Cracker Barrel and while I was there I started to get hoarse. By Friday night my voice took a vacay. I haven't had it back since. Yes, I can talk, but in whispers and squeaks. My wonderfully good pal Kristin likes to talk in squeaks with me....makes me feel special :) Haha. Anyways, I've also had some kind of cold. The whole runny nose/cough/congestion stuff. Fun, right. I finally saw a doctor today for that. I have three meds to dope myself up with. I hate medicine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday I just worked all day. By all day I mean like ten hours. Fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday.....oh glorious football Sunday! The Titans are STILL undefeated! Even with flags flying like rain, the Titans fighting &lt;em&gt;each other&lt;/em&gt;, and numerous other ridiculous things, they pulled off a win! I think it was like the last minute and a half Kerry Collins....though kinda old and balding....threw a beautiful touchdown pass. Then when the Ravens had the ball back, we intercepted! No chance! Awesome. Who misses Vince Young right now? Not very many people. Oh the love of football in the fall :) I am slowly turning into a boy....hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave you with this (of course!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOrLN6nN3vI/AAAAAAAAAPo/766WCoaN3Ig/s1600-h/Photo49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254235355213586162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOrLN6nN3vI/AAAAAAAAAPo/766WCoaN3Ig/s320/Photo49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;......keep me hanging on, so contagiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-2027648553086933043?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/2027648553086933043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=2027648553086933043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/2027648553086933043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/2027648553086933043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend.html' title='the weekend.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOrLN6nN3vI/AAAAAAAAAPo/766WCoaN3Ig/s72-c/Photo49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-385240544944686710</id><published>2008-10-03T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:38:16.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't be without it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOa6R0JXtTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/G-PqwS-TK40/s1600-h/2264154989_4d83b1016c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253090830592750898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOa6R0JXtTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/G-PqwS-TK40/s320/2264154989_4d83b1016c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;pouring over photographs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm living in your letters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[breathe deeply from this envelope]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it smells like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and i can't be without that scent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;it's filling me with all you mean to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-385240544944686710?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/385240544944686710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=385240544944686710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/385240544944686710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/385240544944686710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-be-without-it.html' title='i can&apos;t be without it.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOa6R0JXtTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/G-PqwS-TK40/s72-c/2264154989_4d83b1016c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-7666190887044430051</id><published>2008-10-02T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:30:00.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time and confusion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOR4SeVbQNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h32JOQDjNPA/s1600-h/363042243_a06c387053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252455324196749522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOR4SeVbQNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h32JOQDjNPA/s320/363042243_a06c387053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;what makes your heart beat faster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-7666190887044430051?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/7666190887044430051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=7666190887044430051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7666190887044430051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7666190887044430051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-and-confusion.html' title='time and confusion.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOR4SeVbQNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h32JOQDjNPA/s72-c/363042243_a06c387053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-733737745127284097</id><published>2008-09-30T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:08:31.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOLpMlDfqzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dqg0A1xyPHM/s1600-h/95739083_501bfda826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252016517781891890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOLpMlDfqzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dqg0A1xyPHM/s320/95739083_501bfda826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;everything's a piece of everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-733737745127284097?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/733737745127284097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=733737745127284097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/733737745127284097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/733737745127284097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/09/alive.html' title='alive.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOLpMlDfqzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dqg0A1xyPHM/s72-c/95739083_501bfda826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-5381947213445150563</id><published>2008-09-28T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:39:30.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things that currently put a smile on my face :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm even going to include pictures! whooo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Tennessee Titans Are Undefeated!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOBJxR3QJ5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/7i5pCeEYpzY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251278276471564178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOBJxR3QJ5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/7i5pCeEYpzY/s400/untitled.bmp" 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;Who knew? I don't think anyone saw this coming but it makes us all happy! Even with Vince Young's drama (or whatever happened with him) the Titans still pull off wins....and good ones too. You beat the Jaguars, you beat the Vikings? Yeah, you're pretty darn good. &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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Jack's Mannequin - The Glass Passenger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOBKXgd4jkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Dp2uYIo2aWw/s1600-h/2676002801_3799fa96b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251278933226720834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOBKXgd4jkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Dp2uYIo2aWw/s200/2676002801_3799fa96b7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't lie, I haven't listened to all of it yet but what I've listened to I love. For example, their song Swim. Absolute love for that song. If you don't wanna buy it on iTunes, go do something illegal and download from Limewire. Haha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. McDonald's Sweet Tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOBLbKnbfmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NK4Vr7MTlx0/s1600-h/2614485410_1659a6df02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251280095592283746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOBLbKnbfmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NK4Vr7MTlx0/s200/2614485410_1659a6df02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmmm. You get a huge nice cup for a dollar. A frickin' dollar! I'm addicted for sure. Back in South Carolina they sell it by the gallon, but not here in Tennessee. In fact, they tried to tell me that no McDonald's anywhere does that. I told them check with SC and try again. I love my sweet tea so much that sadly, I really did say that. Ha. If I was cut open right now I would bleed sweet tea. Kind of sad. But then again it makes me happy! Oh, and Backyard Burgers has some really good sweet tea. And yes, how can I forget! Cracker Barrel! My place of employment! I love making tea there because I make it extra sweet and people like that. So I always say "Hey, you take a break. I'll make the tea!" That's so addiction. And nerdiness. Gosh I'm weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOBMpPZ6WxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/IQWhzUcQheg/s1600-h/1427684604_9e493e2366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251281436907559698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOBMpPZ6WxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/IQWhzUcQheg/s200/1427684604_9e493e2366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was never into watching Friends in high school. I remember my junior year when we all went with Katie on her senior trip to NYC, everyone but her and I watched the Friends finale. I remember Katie and I went to the drugstore in Times Square to get posterboard to make signs for the Today show. We were just like, we have never watched it, why watch the last one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how times have changed. Alan and his brother Matt have all the seasons of Friends and since I never watched it we have been every chance we get. I'm hooked! I love the Chandler/Monica romance. I want Ross and Rachel to end up together. Phoebe and Joey crack me up. Everytime we watch it we all say we wish life was like Friends. Live in New York City in a nice apartment with your best friends right there. A coffee shop to go to everyday. And the couch is never taken! Score! Ahhh. Friends. Who knew a sitcom with such a simple name could explode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think four is a nice even number to stop on. This got lengthy, no? It's fun to do posts like these sometimes. And now you can enjoy all these things too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Titans :)&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/2990347644494465615-5381947213445150563?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/5381947213445150563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=5381947213445150563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5381947213445150563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5381947213445150563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-that-currently-put-smile-on-my.html' title='things that currently put a smile on my face :)'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SOBJxR3QJ5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/7i5pCeEYpzY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-4201036252149623218</id><published>2008-09-28T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:07:37.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.</title><content type='html'>it's been awhile since i've watched a movie that makes me think.&lt;br /&gt;tonight was the night. i watched reign over me. oh my. i haven't thought that deep in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to give a summary but it stunk as i typed it out, so go look on imdb and join me back on here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you imagine waking up one day and losing everything you know? i don't mean a job or money. those things can be replaced (not easily of course). but people you can't replace. you can try, but everyone knows you can't. what if one minute you have everyone you need the next minute they are gone? what in the world do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i hate when people say "live today like it's your last!" cause if i did, i wouldn't work. i'd be somewhere i've never been, surrounded by people i love, doing something i want to burn on my brain to remember as i'm leaving the earth. right?&lt;br /&gt;what if someone told you to live today like its your best friend's last day on earth. then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i'm so odd. i think about stuff like this. people think stuff just happens on TV or movies or even just to other people. but it doesn't. i could wake up tomorrow and have lost someone close to me. then i will regret things i never said or did with them. and it's not like i can go to every person that means something to me and tell them how i feel. for one, they will think i'm kinda weird. but on the reverse side, i personally live with a serious health condition. i could live to be 90, but by the same token i could go next week. i feel like i would tell someone that and they would say "oh amber. don't be overdramatic." but really, its true is it not? i know what's wrong with me. i got updated every few weeks on what's wrong with me. but did anyone start actually treating me? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe that's a little overdramatic :) but do you get my point?&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY would you ever want to hold feelings back from someone? because you are afraid they will be mad at you or laugh at you? so what? i obviously can't practice what i preach but you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick, go hug someone you love :) and tell me if i make sense! ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-4201036252149623218?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/4201036252149623218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=4201036252149623218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4201036252149623218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4201036252149623218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-hasnt-been-your-day-your-week-your.html' title='it hasn&apos;t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-5947190410135898297</id><published>2008-09-26T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:02:19.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>digging my own grave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SN1bus3NXVI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MQ5j-3opUM4/s1600-h/19026213_c70b7c19bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250453598458699090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SN1bus3NXVI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MQ5j-3opUM4/s400/19026213_c70b7c19bc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i hear my bones break all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-5947190410135898297?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/5947190410135898297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=5947190410135898297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5947190410135898297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5947190410135898297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/09/digging-my-own-grave.html' title='digging my own grave.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SN1bus3NXVI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MQ5j-3opUM4/s72-c/19026213_c70b7c19bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-1717610704957849425</id><published>2008-09-25T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:45:14.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SNtBTZfYc0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cW24QUAgHq0/s1600-h/2487062960_c94c2c79be_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249861592146277186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SNtBTZfYc0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cW24QUAgHq0/s400/2487062960_c94c2c79be_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;whatever tomorrow brings i'll be there with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;open arms and open eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-1717610704957849425?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/1717610704957849425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=1717610704957849425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1717610704957849425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1717610704957849425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/09/whatever-tomorrow-brings-ill-be-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SNtBTZfYc0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cW24QUAgHq0/s72-c/2487062960_c94c2c79be_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-9150502936118697515</id><published>2008-09-21T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:51:06.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>So I have this class at school called Success Strategies. It's a freshman class but since I'm a transfer student, I have to take it. I'm supposed to be writing a paper for tomorrow called "Who Am I?" I was like, great. I'm in 5th grade again. I thought this paper would be a piece of cake. But it's seriously the hardest paper I've ever worked on. Forget trying to write a ten page paper on an ancient religious ruler. Been there, done that. I mean, really? You want to know who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you because I don't know. But who does, really? Who really has themselves figured out? I'd like to get some tips from them if you know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I mess stuff up a lot. Does that make me a screw up?&lt;br /&gt;I am way too nice. Does that make me a doormat?&lt;br /&gt;I don't try as hard as I should. Does that make me lazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know. Maybe I'll print this blog and turn it in. Ha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-9150502936118697515?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/9150502936118697515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=9150502936118697515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/9150502936118697515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/9150502936118697515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-7988210818664814410</id><published>2008-09-18T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:44:02.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what if you're making me all that i'm meant to be?</title><content type='html'>life is much more different than i ever thought it would be at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;even where i'm sitting....never would have guessed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it and wouldn't change a thing! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-7988210818664814410?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/7988210818664814410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=7988210818664814410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7988210818664814410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7988210818664814410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-if-youre-making-me-all-that-im.html' title='what if you&apos;re making me all that i&apos;m meant to be?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-4149662362660339079</id><published>2008-09-15T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:05:28.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want movies of my dreams and pictures on my walls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't forget to buckle when you  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;beneath the pressure of the seconds when your life became a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;screamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-4149662362660339079?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/4149662362660339079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=4149662362660339079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4149662362660339079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4149662362660339079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-movies-of-my-dreams-and-pictures.html' title='i want movies of my dreams and pictures on my walls.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-9189000274427703782</id><published>2008-09-12T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:02:22.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything looks perfect from far away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMtFaEtxDFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Tlgr05tarAY/s1600-h/851914878_941b37732e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245362505247689810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMtFaEtxDFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Tlgr05tarAY/s320/851914878_941b37732e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;they will see us waving from such great heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"come down now" &lt;/em&gt;they'll say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;but everything looks perfect from far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;"come down now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;but we'll stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-9189000274427703782?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/9189000274427703782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=9189000274427703782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/9189000274427703782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/9189000274427703782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/09/everything-looks-perfect-from-far-away.html' title='everything looks perfect from far away.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMtFaEtxDFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Tlgr05tarAY/s72-c/851914878_941b37732e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-3023072849817681303</id><published>2008-09-09T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:19:24.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the odds are in your favor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMdmprfeLwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8aPnZ9z0fHg/s1600-h/1509665526_72e8ef2418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244273157331627778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMdmprfeLwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8aPnZ9z0fHg/s200/1509665526_72e8ef2418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm taking a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;this could be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this could be all i've waited for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-3023072849817681303?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMdmprfeLwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8aPnZ9z0fHg/s72-c/1509665526_72e8ef2418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-3895105718516603858</id><published>2008-09-08T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:33:54.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i seem to like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243872450651079890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMX6NeyDxNI/AAAAAAAAANw/umiLQjCVQWs/s200/342693902_fc12e6cce9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;say anything. &lt;strong&gt;but say what you mean.&lt;/strong&gt; cause i'm caught in &lt;em&gt;suspension.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMX52MRsUAI/AAAAAAAAANo/66RcSYx8Kn8/s1600-h/311376022_16926ce16c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243872050546495490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMX52MRsUAI/AAAAAAAAANo/66RcSYx8Kn8/s200/311376022_16926ce16c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when i get close you turn away. there's nothing that i can do or say. now i need you to tell me the truth. you know i'd do that for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so why are you running away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2990347644494465615-3895105718516603858?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMX6NeyDxNI/AAAAAAAAANw/umiLQjCVQWs/s72-c/342693902_fc12e6cce9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-3880454095322884239</id><published>2008-09-07T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:07:30.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you win some, you lose some.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMS_uyxDDVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tsp3Md3EO1A/s1600-h/2192225356_6b6ddb5572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243526676788481362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMS_uyxDDVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tsp3Md3EO1A/s200/2192225356_6b6ddb5572.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what if i left?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;how much would that really change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you let the door close or catch it before it shuts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how much are you willing to lose?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or do you feel like you'd lose anything at all?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how about we sit on the steps and talk things out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how about we start all over?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't think it's good when you're everything to me.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;and i'm nothing to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-3880454095322884239?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/3880454095322884239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=3880454095322884239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3880454095322884239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3880454095322884239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-if-i-left-how-much-would-that.html' title='you win some, you lose some.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMS_uyxDDVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tsp3Md3EO1A/s72-c/2192225356_6b6ddb5572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-594165115390893543</id><published>2008-09-05T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:22:20.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMITLx5AyvI/AAAAAAAAANI/vdXo3X7zyBY/s1600-h/avec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242774009304632050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMITLx5AyvI/AAAAAAAAANI/vdXo3X7zyBY/s200/avec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;enough said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-594165115390893543?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/594165115390893543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=594165115390893543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/594165115390893543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/594165115390893543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMITLx5AyvI/AAAAAAAAANI/vdXo3X7zyBY/s72-c/avec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-5234552793418841272</id><published>2008-09-05T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:29:31.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll be fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMDt4qoAZJI/AAAAAAAAANA/_lStQPxgW28/s1600-h/2488969862_8e0220006b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242451524029801618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMDt4qoAZJI/AAAAAAAAANA/_lStQPxgW28/s200/2488969862_8e0220006b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's always something more you wish they would say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-5234552793418841272?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/5234552793418841272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=5234552793418841272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5234552793418841272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5234552793418841272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/09/youll-be-fine.html' title='you&apos;ll be fine.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SMDt4qoAZJI/AAAAAAAAANA/_lStQPxgW28/s72-c/2488969862_8e0220006b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-8498424459068418193</id><published>2008-08-29T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:33:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so you think you can dance?</title><content type='html'>i think MTV is running a marathon of this show today. i've never watched it before and now i'm spending my day off with my face glued to the TV. i might be slightly pathetic, but i'm okay with that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm watching the auditions...probably the best part of any show, right? everyone loves the audition part of American Idol. anyways, this show went to Charleston. yay, showing SC some love! i have no idea if this was recent or not, but it's fun. there was a cross dresser on there....his name was Jason Looney. i hope he's not related to Liz's family! hahaha...and if so, my bad. but really. he couldn't dance to save his life and who auditions as a cross dresser? at least pretend to dress normally for ten minutes, right? i hope that's not mean. that guy was just interesting.&lt;br /&gt;there's been hilarious people on here. which is exactly why i keep watching. i'm awful, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, at least i KNOW i can't dance. no one could pay me to even just go to the auditions. i wouldn't know what to do. maybe the macarena. but you never know, that could impress the judges :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i had to talk about the funny cross dresser who shares my sister in law's maiden name. how funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're bored, it's on MTV right now. you should watch and then discuss funny people with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-8498424459068418193?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-5981364050656725628</id><published>2008-08-26T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:12:02.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't know reba was cupid :)</title><content type='html'>who knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please watch this video. it's so flippin' sweet :) and who doesn't love reba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6k2__ma0oM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6k2__ma0oM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i don't know how to embed youtube videos. my bad!&lt;br /&gt;i guess being in nashville is making me watch GAC a lot. there's no CMT here, go figure. it's weird. or at least i haven't seen it when i flip through channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, enjoy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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:)'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-7886518964500821193</id><published>2008-08-25T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:10:48.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's only one way to say it.</title><content type='html'>there are a hundred different ways i could try to think of to tell you this.&lt;br /&gt;i could steal song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;copy down some poetry.&lt;br /&gt;write my own.&lt;br /&gt;use a lot of pretty words to impress you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really, there's only one way to say it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss you and i wish you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-7886518964500821193?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/7886518964500821193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=7886518964500821193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7886518964500821193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7886518964500821193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-only-one-way-to-say-it.html' title='there&apos;s only one way to say it.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-5070657871109565193</id><published>2008-08-22T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:07:52.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random-- part two.</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry i can't come up with a concrete subject at the moment for a post.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes random is more fun :) so here's part two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i keep playing phone tag with my brother and liz. i haven't talked to them since i moved and its sucks so much. i miss them more than any of my family. but shhh, don't tell. that sounds awful of me to say. ha.&lt;br /&gt;2. apparently, i'm oblivious to the world of celebrity-ness. yesterday at the good ol' cracker barrel i waited on two people who seemed to be pretty important. managers were huddled talking about them. they had out their blackberries talking about interviews and meetings. finally one of my co-workers asked me, "you dont know who they are, do you?" i'm like, do i look like i know? my body radiates confusion/stupidity. she's like "that's K.D. Lang and T.J. Sheperd." well, i've heard of K.D. but not T.J. (ps too many abbrev'd names, gah). Still not fully knowing who they were, I was just like oh....okay. I'll be extra nice, I guess. Haha, I didn't really say that, but I thought it. They left a hefty tip, but since I was still training I didn't get to keep it. Dang. Apparently a crap load of celebrities come into this particular CB. It is Nashville, I don't know why I'm surprised about it. They told me Taylor Swift comes in a couple times a month and she's a real snobby person. Well, duh. She's like 17 and famous, who wouldn't be snobby. Still, it would be exciting to wait on her. I guess everyone else has had the "pleasure" of waiting on her cause they told me I could if I'm there the next time she comes. Heck, I'm from South Carolina. I'm excited! Come on Tayyyylor! :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Anyone else seen Sugarland's new video for All I Want To Do? Jennifer Nettles is sooo adorable! I love her and strive to be her. Ha. It is impressive she can put on a good country accent when she sings. Awhile ago when me and Stina were Sugarland obsessed we found her old stuff on Youtube, and she certainly did not sing with a country accent. Crazy. I love it though!&lt;br /&gt;4. I think I'm becoming one of those Star Wars geeks. I confess, alright! Last week I told Alan I had never seen it. He let me watch the first two and I think we are going on with the third one tonight. I actually like it....but you probably won't see me dressed up at those conventions. But at least if I had a gun held to my head and had to know who Obi Wan Kenobe is, I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;5. This is THE most random blog. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;6. I've lost the cord for my ipod that hooks it up to the computer to upload music. I had it in this very room when I moved here and now it's gone. I know where I had it and it's sooo gone. I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;7. Today I randomly missed AU Small Group days. Especially the band and music. Those were the days.....especially freshman year when it was Stina, David, Blake, Stew, and Heather Lu! I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;8. I should stop now or else I will waste the rest of my life away on this silly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-5070657871109565193?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/5070657871109565193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=5070657871109565193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5070657871109565193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5070657871109565193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-part-two.html' title='random-- part two.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6660150542456536891</id><published>2008-08-20T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:04:39.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R-rrr-rrrrandom.</title><content type='html'>please excuse this post. i haven't slept good lately, i just got off work not too long ago, and i'm sick. this shall be random. how about a list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-so i got a job at cracker barrel. "hi my name is amber and i'll be your server". yep. listen, no one ever ever ever hate on CB servers. it's super hard work, it's insane what they have to do. i never knew. if you wanna know, just ask, but really. a big ol' OMG. buuuut...i love it :)&lt;br /&gt;-they give employees huge meal discounts. so i got a big bowl of mac and cheese for like a dollar. awesome, no?&lt;br /&gt;-how come everytime i choose to drive into nashville i choose the day that either a.) A Titans game just happened or b.) construction. i got stuck in traffic yesterday for a freaking houuuur. not only that, weird people beside me wanted my number and wouldn't quit honking the horn and being annoying. i was glad to get out of that. i just went back home.&lt;br /&gt;-i don't like people who are numb to emotions. they use people and throw them away. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;-has anyone else seen the preview for the show coming out on MTV called Exiled? doesnt that look awesome!! haha. its hilarious. fathers sending their bratty daughters to other countries to live so they will come back and be thankful for all they have. newsflash parents....you made them the way they are. they get everything they want because you give it to them! common sense, everyone. let's get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's enough randomness. time for a nap. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-6660150542456536891?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/6660150542456536891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=6660150542456536891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6660150542456536891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6660150542456536891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/08/r-rrr-rrrrandom.html' title='R-rrr-rrrrandom.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-393931219498118949</id><published>2008-08-17T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:02:03.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that's all it takes.</title><content type='html'>it's so funny how things that meant little or nothing to you before can change. new memories can be made. all it takes is for someone else to show you that you can appreciate the little things.&lt;br /&gt;i could make a list right now on here of things that hardly meant anything to me six months ago, and now they have a piece of my heart. and there's only one other person who would get this. i don't think this person will ever read this, and that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-star wars.&lt;br /&gt;-mcdonald's chicken nuggets....."who needs sauce, i mean really!"&lt;br /&gt;-white chocolate mocha. if you want to make that a frappucino, go for it!&lt;br /&gt;-old shackle island road.&lt;br /&gt;-jag doesn't care what you do to him.&lt;br /&gt;-you like football? are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;-"i pick the teams i like based on colors and emblems...."&lt;br /&gt;-for now, i miss you takes place of the other phrase.&lt;br /&gt;-we take this one day at a time because that's all we can do.&lt;br /&gt;-"do you really think diet orange soda and rum would taste good together.....i think not."&lt;br /&gt;-...and that would be fun on YOUR birthday? okay...&lt;br /&gt;-this is my piece of crap camera..... response: i'd kill for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is only a bit of new memories. i could put more, but i feel stupid because no one is going to get this. i've never cared about star wars or the titans more in my life than i do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't change anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-393931219498118949?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/393931219498118949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=393931219498118949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/393931219498118949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/393931219498118949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/08/thats-all-it-takes.html' title='that&apos;s all it takes.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-7197633660457281364</id><published>2008-08-15T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:26:29.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't it ironic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SKYb-EvphEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BxKTIQ_BfzA/s1600-h/100_6301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234902370104214594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SKYb-EvphEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BxKTIQ_BfzA/s200/100_6301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironic things happen to me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;like today i was driving and saw the name of this road on the outskirts of nashville, so i took a picture. neverbreak drive. i was just like...how ironic is this. i had been having a rough day already today and i see this. it was weird what i was thinking about too. i was thinking when bad things happen to me, i'm really good at pushing them deep down and not dealing with them. putting on a face that says i'm doing just fine. it's like i flippin' live on neverbreak drive. i never let myself just break and be real and be honest. so the last post i had up about "you don't bother me anymore" waah waaah stuff. so not true. i just try to get myself to believe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, yes, i have friends i can call and talk to, but it's easier said than done. sometimes i hate talking on the phone. and with what's been going on and what's currently going on, i don't think anyone would understand. and now here's the point of being lonely in a new place. i knew it would come, but just not so quickly. i don't miss home, i just miss connection with people. friendship. real relationships. i'm sure i'll miss home at some point, don't get me wrong. but for now i just want coffee and conversation with a friend. too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-7197633660457281364?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/7197633660457281364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=7197633660457281364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7197633660457281364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/7197633660457281364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/08/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='isn&apos;t it ironic.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SKYb-EvphEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BxKTIQ_BfzA/s72-c/100_6301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6193247897867624177</id><published>2008-08-09T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:27:26.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fyi.</title><content type='html'>just wanted you to know that the 48 hours i've been in nashville, i've thought about you so much less. you don't rob every thought i have. you don't build up fears inside me. i can actually go places without looking over my shoulder. i have no more worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted you to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-6193247897867624177?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/6193247897867624177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=6193247897867624177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6193247897867624177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6193247897867624177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/08/fyi.html' title='fyi.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6454490680032060163</id><published>2008-08-06T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:56:31.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's here.</title><content type='html'>it's 12:53 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leave to move to nashville in 7 hours, 7 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-6454490680032060163?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/6454490680032060163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=6454490680032060163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6454490680032060163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6454490680032060163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-here.html' title='it&apos;s here.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6305769888117135086</id><published>2008-08-05T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:40:38.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no one likes to be wrong.</title><content type='html'>i had a realization today. i probably shouldn't share it on a blog everyone can see, but this is how i let things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hate is a really strong word. i always think i never, ever want to hate anyone. sure, i dislike people, but hate? that's just not how i want to live. but i was driving by myself today and i saw a certain word on a sign. and everytime i see this word, i cringe because it reminds me of someone. i'm not going to share the word, but when i saw it my face scrunched up and anger swelled up in my body. i let out a big pissed off sigh and stewed a few minutes, remembering what this person did to me. and then i was like calm down, amber. what are you solving here. i thought i had forgiven this person, or at least was in the process. obviously i backtracked today. i feel bad, but is it okay to admit i find it so hard to forgive this person? i've prayed and i know God speaks to me about it, but i choose to ignore His words. so as i sat there being immature and grumpy, remembering back, i realized i'm dangerously close to hating this person. and like i said, i don't want to live that way. at all.&lt;br /&gt;i also realized a little part of why i'm excited about moving is because i can leave the bad memories of this person here. not think about it anymore. basically, run away from it. i'm great at solving problems, right? psssh.&lt;br /&gt;wish i could give some good ending like "then i realized i should..." but i haven't. i know what i should do/think, but i can't bring myself to that point yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i definitely need prayer and God's help or i'll bury this somewhere deep in my mind to let it fester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-6305769888117135086?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/6305769888117135086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=6305769888117135086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6305769888117135086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6305769888117135086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-one-likes-to-be-wrong.html' title='no one likes to be wrong.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-445927970002200988</id><published>2008-08-02T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:25:29.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what did you say?</title><content type='html'>say what you need to say.&lt;br /&gt;glad john mayer finally wrote a song on this subject. i'm a big fan...not just of the song, but of saying something to someone you know you need to. and surprise surprise, i rarely go through with it. i chicken out, get nervous, talk myself out of it, etc. it happens at least once every week. most times it's a small thing but sometimes it's big. i'm one of those people who think you need to get that off your chest because you never know what will happen the next moment. what if you hold in your feelings and then never again get the chance to tell someone what you need to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. that could be irrational. that's just how i am. i don't know why i can't seem to go through with it, but i would encourage anyone else in the world to do it. i'd probably preach it all day to them, and i simply cannot practice what i preach. i'm an odd person. i can take days to build myself up. practice what i need to say, perfect it, get it so ready and good to go, and then out of nowhere, there's that stupid nagging in my mind. to not do it. it won't change anything. what's it really going to accomplish? and after days of gearing myself up, i'm down after two seconds of thoughts like that. anyone else this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened recently, but this was a more important issue. i had chance after chance to go ahead and talk about it with this person, and i couldn't do it. i would literally open my mouth to start and then stop. i kept telling myself if i don't say something i'd regret it. guess what? i didn't say anything and i'm kicking myself. nah, it may not have changed a thing in the world, but this person needed to know about this. they could have been like "okay", which is a rather disappointing response, but at least i know i've said what i need to say and it's theirs to deal with now. when this happens, it completely overtakes me. and it's right when i have the perfect opportunity to bring it up. it feels like my body is screaming the words i can't get my mouth to say. it feels like every hair on my body is standing straight up. i can feel it so deep in my bones, burning in my fingers, running through my veins. my heart is like go go go goooo amber! say it now! and my mind won't let my mouth start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so frustrating and i don't know how to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-445927970002200988?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/445927970002200988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=445927970002200988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/445927970002200988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/445927970002200988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-did-you-say.html' title='what did you say?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-1689833547570926829</id><published>2008-07-24T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:06:45.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Wish I Had Discovered A Long Time Ago</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. These are a few recent things I've fallen in love with.&lt;br /&gt;P.s.- don't ask why i'm posting this. just enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brand New's album Deja Entendu.&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching Regis and Kelly before work every morning.&lt;br /&gt;3. Putting ketchup under the chili on my hotdogs at work (hey, i never said these wouldn't be weird/random!) :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Click-it Sharpies.&lt;br /&gt;5. Msnbc.com's "week in photos". They are always so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;6. Caress Tahitian Renewal body wash. That stuff smells like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sour Cream and Onion chips. I never really ate them until now.&lt;br /&gt;8. Jack's Barbecue in downtown Nashville. I could talk about it all day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all right now. I say all these on here so you can enjoy them too. So now you can eat amazing barbecue, look at even more amazing pictures, color with sharpies, and finish your day with a nice shower and heavenly smelling body wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-1689833547570926829?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/1689833547570926829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=1689833547570926829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1689833547570926829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1689833547570926829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-i-wish-i-had-discovered-long.html' title='Things I Wish I Had Discovered A Long Time Ago'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6860085815785654197</id><published>2008-07-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:41:09.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Juno.</title><content type='html'>Too bad I can't embed this video....but please watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the sweetest, yet most awkward thing ever. Especially when they both start the "doo doo doo" and all that jazz. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBDbUVXXp-U"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBDbUVXXp-U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-6860085815785654197?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/6860085815785654197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=6860085815785654197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6860085815785654197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6860085815785654197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-juno.html' title='Oh Juno.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-3968358667544802311</id><published>2008-07-21T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:17:49.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart You.</title><content type='html'>Ever really sat down and thought about.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have, but I have not actually sat down to think about it until this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking how much our hearts have to do with everyday life. And I know what you might be thinking....thanks, Captain Obvious! Yeah. But really, how often do we just throw our heart around and not realize it? Things we say, do, watch...can really affect our hearts. Proverbs says hope deferred makes the heart sick. And hope itself is only one thing in this world that can make our hearts sick. What about when we just casually hand our heart over to someone we think we love....then we get hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, we all know that Jesus is big on our hearts, but do we even realize how much? I read in a book today "that the subject of the heart is addressed in the Bible more than any other topic." (thanks John Eldredge!) If I was given a guess, I would have said faith or salvation. Not the heart. But this book made a good point that the heart is central.....look at this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is no escaping the centrality of the heart. God knows that; it's why He made it the central theme of the Bible, just as He placed the physical heart in the center of the human body. The heart is central; to find our lives, we must make it central again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look at this, and I'm like pssssh....I know! But then I think, if hearts could literally break....mine would have scotch tape all over it. From people. Death. Situations. Consequences. Myself. My heart didn't have to break so many times had I just given everything over to God. That's His goal and that's what we struggle with a lot. Some people's hearts break so much that they just give up on life. Lose heart, lose everything. Sad, isn't it? I was fortunate enough to grow up in a Christian home and became a believer at an early age. So I don't remember what it's like to not believe in God. But I can just imagine people who don't know God....even if they are happy and blessed, surely there's an aching deep inside them. They have got to know something is missing, no matter how much they deny that. Right? Is it weird to say sometimes I wish I could have felt what it was like to be a non-believer then be radically changed? Don't get me wrong, my salvation is everything. I've been radically changed by God. I guess I just like those really awesome stories of people finally figuring out that God was the part missing from their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good books I recommend to get about this subject:&lt;br /&gt;1. The book I keep mentioning....The Ransomed Heart by John Eldredge.&lt;br /&gt;2. Soul Cravings by Erwin McManus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting on.....get yourself to the bookstore! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-3968358667544802311?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/3968358667544802311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=3968358667544802311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3968358667544802311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3968358667544802311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-heart-you.html' title='I Heart You.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-172326477344552076</id><published>2008-07-19T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:41:35.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>call it home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;"&gt;I've got my memories always inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;But I can't go back to how it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;I've come too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;....and not after all my searching, after all my questions....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm gonna call it home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;i've got a brand new mindset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;i can finally see the sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;i'm gonna call it home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-172326477344552076?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/172326477344552076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=172326477344552076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/172326477344552076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/172326477344552076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/07/call-it-home.html' title='call it home.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6983051868215049497</id><published>2008-07-13T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:16:49.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wrapped in grace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"And God must be a pretty big fan of 'today', because you keep waking up to it. You have made known your request for a hundred different yesterdays, but the sun keeps rising on this thing that has never been known. Yesterday is dead and over. Wrapped in grace. Those days are grace. You are still alive, and today is the most interesting day. Today is the best place to live."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   --&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jamie Tworkowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It makes me think about the value of a day. In the grand scheme one day seems very insignificant. But, when you add 365 of them together you get one year that could be responsible for so much change, growth, and wisdom. So maybe I should really focus on each day as it comes when I wake up in the morning. I should realize that the decisions I make every day either push me closer to Jesus or farther away from Him."  --the great and wonderful Brandon Clements :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;First of all, Brandon is going to write a book one day and you gotta buy it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Second, the theme of these quotes is what has been on my mind this week. Most mornings I wake up and am already looking forward to the day being over. What kind of attitude is that? And especially these days all I am thinking about is moving and all the newness coming along with that. I'm not taking the time to appreciate South Carolina. Appreciate the time I have left living in this house, working my job, talking to the people I see all the time. I get so excited about Nashville and it's really really hard for me to stop and realize I only have four weeks left living here. And I know in my heart I may not be back. Tonight my parents told me to make a list of things I want to do before I move. I thought that was precious. We have four weeks to make as many memories as we can before I leave. I even surprise myself daily....because a couple weeks before I move one of my best friends in the entire world is flying from Arizona to visit a few of us here in SC. And most days I forget! What? I have got to stop constantly thinking about moving and take the time to appreciate right now. These moments, these days, these people. Because I will get to TN and regret it. I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That's only part of what I think about. The other part is what Brandon said. The decisions we make everyday either bring us closer to Jesus or further from Him. Let's be honest, how often do we stop to think every decision we make affects our walk with God? Rarely for most people, myself included. Somedays I don't consider that fact at all and I get close to screwing things up. This past week my church put up a sign that says "Christianity isn't a cruise ship, it's a battleship." Yeah, corny, but true, isn't it? Even if you aren't battling other people, you are at least battling yourself everyday. Why do some people not care if they get their quiet time done in the morning but kick themselves for missing the morning news? Our nature is flawed and we've gotten so used to it now. Why is it when the only time we ask God to "rock our worlds" is when we're going on mission trips or big church events? Why can't we ask that everyday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I don't know, someone correct me if I'm wrong about all this. I just know that personally, I'm taking like every single day for granted. And I'm fighting myself everyday, and most days my flawed human nature wins. I hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But thank God we are wrapped in grace, like Jamie said. I would be seriously messed up without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-6983051868215049497?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/6983051868215049497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=6983051868215049497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6983051868215049497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6983051868215049497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/07/wrapped-in-grace.html' title='wrapped in grace.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-8154251860139710676</id><published>2008-07-11T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:44:44.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons from Relient K.</title><content type='html'>Random lyrics from a variety of Relient K songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause it seems I get so hung up on the history of what's gone wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the hope of a new day is sometimes hard to see (what you see).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And though I'm finally catching onto it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now the past is just a conduit,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the light there at the end is where I'll be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be prosperous would not require much of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You see contentment is the one thing it entails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be content with where I am and getting where I need to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm moving past the past where I have failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If and when I can clear myself of this clouded mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll watch myself settle down into a place where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Peace can search me out and find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That I'm so ready to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And its funny how you find you enjoy your life when you're happy to be alive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'll kill the thing that turns me away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;amputate the arm that will disobey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;withdraw from everything that's hurting me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;until you finish your work in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It smells so sweet outside today. The sun smiles down, I'm in the shade. I sit and think about all my friends and how good they are. But when today is yesterday, I know that things won't stay the same. But I know that the memories won't go too far. Round and round the world will turn. Lessons taught and lessons learned. Jesus gets us through the good and bad times. And lets us know that everything will be just fine. A year's passed since I wrote this song. A lot's gone right a lot's gone wrong. But I know that Jesus has been there right by my side. And I see the sun still shines. It shines outside and in my life, and I know that everything is gonna be just fine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;----i love relient k. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-8154251860139710676?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/8154251860139710676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=8154251860139710676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/8154251860139710676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/8154251860139710676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/07/lessons-from-relient-k.html' title='lessons from Relient K.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-4994851624430309528</id><published>2008-07-06T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:52:11.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll always be my thunder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SHF_jn0zO4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/hzq83vpKUE0/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220093693061708674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SHF_jn0zO4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/hzq83vpKUE0/s200/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I just got back from Nashville yesterday. I left last Sunday and went with Ezelis. Our first road trip, whoo! It was awesome. Came back Tuesday. Left Thursday again with my mom. I can't seem to get enough of the place. Maybe when I'm finally there I will stop blogging about it so much. I need something more interesting on here, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing on repeat on my ipod the last few days is Thunder by Boys Like Girls. Is this not the most perfect summertime song? They hit the nail on the head, I say. I'm sure kids all over the world will fall in love to this song. That's not such a bad thing. I just watched the video for it today. Looks fun, I won't lie. Throwing food around in a restaurant, running out on the bill. Frolicking in football fields drinking a crap load of Red Bull. Watching the stars. Running through parking garages to go watch the sun come up. These people know how to have fun! :) And through all of that, they are with "their thunder", I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who likes my commentary on this song/video? Anyone? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I'm bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good thing about this blog is that not a lot of people read it. So maybe I won't look stupid to a multitude of people. I press on and keep writing nonsense stuff. And whoever these nice people are that come back and read it, I thank you. You give me something to do on Sundays like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, here's something. In my life I have experienced meeting awesome people....throughout high school, in college, etc. My fault is that I let these people in way too fast. In my head, my heart, whatever. Sometimes I got pretty attached to these people. Then of course, no one is perfect, so I got let down a few times. It happens. You mend what is broken, pick back up where you left off, hopefully. The part I don't like is when things get broken and you can't mend them. They will sit there until they deteriorate. And thus...a cycle. I let someone in too fast, something gets broken, nothing gets mended, people are stuck in my head for far too long. I don't forget people easily...nor things they told me. I'm pretty sure its a disease :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life goes on though. And you go with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, let's go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-4994851624430309528?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/4994851624430309528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=4994851624430309528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4994851624430309528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4994851624430309528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/07/youll-always-be-my-thunder.html' title='you&apos;ll always be my thunder.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SHF_jn0zO4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/hzq83vpKUE0/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-5276076253723389035</id><published>2008-06-27T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:06:24.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we go dowwwwntown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SGW4C46eqGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/O0cmYvJKsw0/s1600-h/274362737_a1c9790239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216778103155501154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SGW4C46eqGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/O0cmYvJKsw0/s200/274362737_a1c9790239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; beautiful skyline. i'll see you this sunday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-5276076253723389035?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/5276076253723389035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=5276076253723389035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5276076253723389035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5276076253723389035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-go-dowwwwntown.html' title='we go dowwwwntown!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SGW4C46eqGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/O0cmYvJKsw0/s72-c/274362737_a1c9790239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-1162628508838008905</id><published>2008-06-22T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:24:53.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sunday full of nothing to do.....</title><content type='html'>.....gives you random thoughts. go with me here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with nothing else to do this afternoon, i laid around thinking about how fast time has flown by. i'm going to be 21 in like two months. and that blows me away. it's like, where did time go? i can vividly remember me and jason playing basketball like everyday together. i can close my eyes and see us in that gold thunderbird. him driving us to school, me controlling the CD player. good times. those are some of my favorite memories. we listened to good charlotte and new found glory when no one else knew who they were. we had our own parts to sing in the songs. and we could probably still remember them today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only three people i still keep in good touch with that i've literally grown up with. cala, ezelis, and miranda. i've known cala all my life cause she's my cousin. i met ezelis and miranda in 3rd grade, and the rest is history. we all went from playing house, to swimming, to coloring, to calling boys and gossiping. now me, ezelis, and cala are in college. miranda is married. gah it's insane. i can't get over it. today ezelis read part of a note i wrote her in like 10th grade. i kept saying over and over "i am so stupid!" its fun to go back and remember how silly you were in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear just yesterday i was fourteen. i thought i had so many worries when i really didn't. all i had to do was be a kid, and i couldn't understand that. i couldn't wait to grow up. it's amazing what the ages of 14, 15, and 16 held for me. even if i didn't want to grow up, i had to. situations and consequences and decisions forced me to. but no lie, the summer before i started my sophomore year of high school is the summer i will never forget. i think everyone has those kinds of summers....the one where you start realizing you're not a kid anymore. you learn so many new things. that was the one for me. it was mostly just me and him, and a couple of my friends. i've never learned so much from one person in my entire life. that about sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, here i sit. getting ready to turn 21 and move away on my own for the first time. away from the security of anderson. i guess i know once i move, i probably won't live in this house again. it's possible but not likely. but i'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? someone needs to give me something to do on sunday afternoons or else i go way deep into these thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-1162628508838008905?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/1162628508838008905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=1162628508838008905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1162628508838008905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1162628508838008905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-full-of-nothing-to-do.html' title='a sunday full of nothing to do.....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-8141696059130396801</id><published>2008-06-12T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:35:27.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postsecret Can Predict The Future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SFHqwGPaYxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bzaBytv5lC8/s1600-h/secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211204355874251538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SFHqwGPaYxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bzaBytv5lC8/s200/secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bahahaha. Please, no one be surprised if this is me one day. Really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-8141696059130396801?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/8141696059130396801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=8141696059130396801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/8141696059130396801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/8141696059130396801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/06/postsecret-can-predict-future.html' title='Postsecret Can Predict The Future!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SFHqwGPaYxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bzaBytv5lC8/s72-c/secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-306698055622473868</id><published>2008-06-11T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:28:35.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something's in the air tonight.</title><content type='html'>so i just got back tonight from nashville.&lt;br /&gt;pretty sure i left my heart there. it's freaking amaaaazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got to visit my art school i'll be going to. i crossed my fingers that they would like my portfolio....and they did :)  i sat in on a class, met a few people. um, i LOVE it. i would go right now if i could, seriously. i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all like a new beginning to me. i get to start over in a brand new place. no one knows me, my past, anything about me. it's exciting. i'm not great at making friends, but hopefully i'll get past that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had to learn lately that letting go is okay. even though it hurts so bad...it's good for you. if you don't let go of some things, you can never move forward. i can't go to nashville still holding onto some things here at home. trust me when i say it's the hardest thing ever. to watch things you've grown so close to slip away. i mean, just in the past month, so many things have changed. for one, my brother got married and has already moved to Kentucky. i can't lie, i cried. no one saw though ;)  but anyways. i'm one to push feelings down and ignore them. but it gets harder as the weeks go by. so here's to letting go of some things and a new beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just pray it stops hurting so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-306698055622473868?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/306698055622473868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=306698055622473868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/306698055622473868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/306698055622473868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/06/somethings-in-air-tonight.html' title='something&apos;s in the air tonight.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-2578474502275336163</id><published>2008-06-04T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:04:33.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>extra extra!</title><content type='html'>oh, the south. you gotta love it. here's some news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was watching the news when I heard some teenagers broke into Wren High School. I looked at the mugs on the screen and wouldn't you know one of the kids is a regular customer at Skin's. I died laughing, which is mean.....but this is something I never would have guessed about this kid. He comes in like twice a week. I could even tell you what he gets. He broke into Wren, the alarm went off, and him and his friends fleed on bikes. This guy has a car. Come on everybody. Let's not be dumb and turn into criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I guess I'm a news junkie....cause then I got on the computer and went to independentmail.com and was reading just a lovely, dazzling news article....pshhh. Yeah right, we live in Anderson. Here's what happened. A guy said he was in Wal-Mart sitting on the toilet when a "bald white man with a Hooter's shirt and a pocketknife" came into the stall and threatened him. Then the victim guy said he got up off the toilet and pushed him away with both hands. End of story. Listen, I'm not sure a big bald guy with a Hooter's shirt sounds scary to me. Nevertheless, I wouldn't want to be threatened either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Let's move on to exciting news. My brother, Jason, and his fiance, Liz, are FINALLY getting married this weekend! Look how precious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208211588508545298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SEdI2HAf8RI/AAAAAAAAACU/bjQcT--g37E/s200/011.JPG" width="185" border="0" /&gt;I've been waiting for this a long time, so I'm pretty excited. Liz asked me to a bridesmaid, which I've never been before. I felt honored ;) My family from Chicago is flying in too, so this will be just one big weekend of happiness. I hope it comes fast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-2578474502275336163?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/2578474502275336163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=2578474502275336163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/2578474502275336163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/2578474502275336163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/06/extra-extra.html' title='extra extra!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SEdI2HAf8RI/AAAAAAAAACU/bjQcT--g37E/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-4699355138411498179</id><published>2008-06-02T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:26:26.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i could....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SESc63Af8QI/AAAAAAAAACM/I9Ue0nE6vjA/s1600-h/00136_canon_rebel_xti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207459604159525122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SESc63Af8QI/AAAAAAAAACM/I9Ue0nE6vjA/s200/00136_canon_rebel_xti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....i'd buy this riiiiiight now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't torture myself by looking on ebay. cause they have a crazy insane good deal where you get this camera, 3 lenses, filters, tripods, a bag, memory card, etc etc. All for under $800. Listen, everyone, that's really cheap for all the stuff you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be excited with me! Anyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-4699355138411498179?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/4699355138411498179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=4699355138411498179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4699355138411498179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4699355138411498179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-could.html' title='if i could....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KSjRjOGY1aQ/SESc63Af8QI/AAAAAAAAACM/I9Ue0nE6vjA/s72-c/00136_canon_rebel_xti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-5970998574750848422</id><published>2008-05-23T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T19:32:52.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paper, rock, scissors.</title><content type='html'>i love listening to old songs i haven't heard in awhile. most of them are perfect "summertime" songs, or so i think. i'm dedicating a whole post to them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is the title of this blog. "paper rock scissors" by jamisonparker. it makes me want to drive with the windows down on a warm summer evening.&lt;br /&gt;let's see. another is "runaway" by mae. i didn't know for years that mae sang it. i was joyful when i discovered that because they are one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case you decide to enjoy these too, here's a long list: ( go to &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/"&gt;www.last.fm&lt;/a&gt; to listen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"A Decade Under The Influence" - Taking Back Sunday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Sic Transit Gloria" - Brand New (the slow version is fun....makes me feel sneaky for some reason)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I Woke Up In A Car" - Something Corporate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Best of Me" - The Starting Line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Honestly" - Cartel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Take Cover" - Acceptance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hmm......pretty much any song by Copeland. Yes sirree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm Feeling This" - Blink 182&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Always You" - Amber Pacific&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Fall Back Into My Life" - Amber Pacific&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"My Eyes Burn" - Matchbook Romance (probably in my top 3 'summer' songs!) :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Letters To You" - Finch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Ohio Is For Lovers" - Hawthorne Heights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Anthem of Our Dying Day" - Story of the Year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Saints and Sailors" - Dashboard Confessional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Hands Down" - Dashboard Confessional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Never Let You Go" - Third Eye Blind (isn't the end fun to sing! hahaha.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Swing Swing" - The All American Rejects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Miles Apart" - Yellowcard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Hit or Miss" - New Found Glory (this song reminds me of riding to good ol' Palmetto with my brother driving. we'd wail this in the car! good times, good times.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"We're at the Top of the World" - The Juliana Theory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"So Long Astoria" - The Ataris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Little Things" - Good Charlotte (let's all note their first album is awesome. all the other ones are stupid. love that first one though. i remember the days of listening to it and no one knowing who they were. ah freshman year of high school.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Crawling in the Dark" - Hoobastank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think that should do it. i could keep going but your eyes are probably tired of reading this. kudos to you if you did read it all, though. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-5970998574750848422?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/5970998574750848422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=5970998574750848422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5970998574750848422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5970998574750848422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/05/paper-rock-scissors.html' title='paper, rock, scissors.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-4113737514045947859</id><published>2008-05-21T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:18:07.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a night of lyrics.</title><content type='html'>i mean, really. there's nothing else to do. i've spent a little while tonight looking up song lyrics. thought i'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For some the world's a treasure to discover...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And your scenery should never stay the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon McLaughlin - "Indiana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this life, you're the one place I call home &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this life, you're the feeling I belong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this life, you're the flower and the thorn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're everything that's fair in love and war&lt;br /&gt;In this life I'm stubborn to the core&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this life I've been burning after more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We both know what these open arms are for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're everything that's fair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switchfoot - "Head Over Heels (In This Life)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We hold these truths self evident,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The lies we used to represent who we are, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because it was never meant to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all the songs we used to sing, they used to tell us everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All about how it was never meant to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the better days behind us now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all need someone to tell us how&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To save the state of where we are,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It keeps demanding more and more and more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And who will save us? This can't go on, without the meaning in the rhyming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you save, and can you save us?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I can't go on out of rhythm with our time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartel - "Save Us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I think of you whenever life gets me down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think of you whenever you're not around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you rest your bones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere far from my house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, but you still pull me home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fine Frenzy - "Think of You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love lead me on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where no one else has gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith keep me strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love lead me on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Afters - "Love Lead Me On"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that'll do for now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-4113737514045947859?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/4113737514045947859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=4113737514045947859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4113737514045947859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/4113737514045947859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-of-lyrics.html' title='a night of lyrics.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-3691638159297583710</id><published>2008-05-18T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:17:34.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hysterical.</title><content type='html'>once again, gotta show my love for SNL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this first clip is a spoof of Deal or No Deal. And the clip itself is not that funny....it's Kristen Wiig. She's acting as one of the models. It's her part that made me die laughing. She's my fave!&lt;br /&gt;Watch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Opa0tz62ZKUDUJkONJy2Mw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Opa0tz62ZKUDUJkONJy2Mw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is pretty funny too. These were both last night on the season finale. Steve Carell hosted it. This is him and Kristen, of course. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="510"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/d5f7t4IPDya5WCigZK0w_A"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/d5f7t4IPDya5WCigZK0w_A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I want to be Kristen Wiig. Yeah....that's about right. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-3691638159297583710?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/3691638159297583710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=3691638159297583710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3691638159297583710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/3691638159297583710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/05/hysterical.html' title='hysterical.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-5782416370494344583</id><published>2008-05-16T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:36:56.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time and change.</title><content type='html'>isn't it funny how things can change so fast.&lt;br /&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;relationships.&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't avoid change. it's better to try to go along with it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;too bad it's so hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some change in my life is my own fault. for example...let's be real, i suck at friendships.&lt;br /&gt;i make friends, really good friends.....then somehow i always ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;i've tried to think about why i do the things i do. i'm a mystery to myself.&lt;br /&gt;so most of the friends i had in high school and college i no longer have.&lt;br /&gt;and i realize that's probably my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's one hard thing to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some change in my life isn't my fault. you can't control when other people change. or when situations around you change. people come, people go. things happen. things don't happen.&lt;br /&gt;and you flow with everything. like you're a leaf on water, adapting to whatever comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not meant to live like this. i know i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;and yet, in a way, i am that leaf. and i hate it, because life becomes harder by the week.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do to get out of this stupid "rut" i'm in.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this probably doesn't matter to anyone at all, but it was good to get this all out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-5782416370494344583?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/5782416370494344583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=5782416370494344583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5782416370494344583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/5782416370494344583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-and-change.html' title='time and change.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-695837319963747595</id><published>2008-05-14T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:57:26.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unknown.</title><content type='html'>first of all, read these lyrics. of course. ;)&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of the all wonderful Lifehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"this doubt is screaming in my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in this familiar place sheltered and concealed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if this night won't let me rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't let me second guess what I know to be real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;put away all I know for tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and maybe I just might learn to let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take my security from me and maybe finally I won't have to know everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am falling into grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the unknown to where you are and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;faith makes everybody scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's the unknown the don't-know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that keeps me hanging on and on and on to you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've heard this song a million times. it's on their first album, so i've been listening to it since i was like fifteen. and here i am at 20 years old, and i'm just now really hearing these lyrics. they struck me. because i have such an issue with faith sometimes. i start second guessing everything i think i'm so sure about. the song is right, faith makes everybody scared. this doesn't even have to mean faith in God. it can mean faith in a relationship, person, or even something like an airplane. we trust that relationships will last, people won't let us down, and that plane will stay in the air like it's supposed to. who guarantees this stuff though? no one. so as Christians, how do we know for sure God exists? Jesus died and rose again? we didn't see that happen, we have a book to tell us. and we trust it. surely every Christian has thought it at one point or another..."what if this is all wrong, and God is just a nice idea?" trust me, i've struggled with all of this. and it's true, i didn't witness the crucifixion/resurrection. i've never met Jesus face to face. i've never audibly heard God's voice. but when i sit and think about seeing "God's fingerprints"...oh yes, I so have. in my life, in my friends' lives, in my parents' lives. and that's enough for me, if nothing else. i hang onto God because He hangs onto me too. like the song says, "you never let go of me..."  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-695837319963747595?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/695837319963747595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=695837319963747595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/695837319963747595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/695837319963747595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/05/unknown.html' title='unknown.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-1675812517478507486</id><published>2008-05-13T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:19:40.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>words.</title><content type='html'>some people can just write something purely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking about Jason Reeves. i've put some of his lyrics on this blog before.&lt;br /&gt;but on his myspace is a little paragraph stuck in there that i didn't notice until today.&lt;br /&gt;and it's so amazing. of course, i'm gonna share. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"im not sure what is a dream and what is real. or if real is a real word and if words even exist outside of our imagination..i still can't say for certain if falling asleep is opening your eyes in the morning or closing them at night. and im lonely. but not sadly. everybody is alone. i want love like love wants love..oxygen and drifting clouds. and im not scared to be alive. these days more people are. money is an illusion. the world has been gaining some sort of momentum over "time" and every day it's spinning faster. we are growing up too quick. someday i'll start to. i write music because it feels like breathing. i sing because it is connection. i wish everybody would sing with me and without even gathering together sing so honestly that the songs could be carried on wind and heard at every point in the universe, even in translation. i wish there were no more bombs or bullets. and i wish we'd stop using politicians for negotiations. people are far too beautiful at heart to be introduced so cruelly into the blinding brilliant world. children. if there were to be a new beginning. would it all come out the same way again?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really,what part of the brain do you use to get stuff like this? mine's shut off. for sure.&lt;br /&gt;read this a few times. it really makes you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-1675812517478507486?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/1675812517478507486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=1675812517478507486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1675812517478507486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/1675812517478507486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/05/words.html' title='words.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-6183947991494641265</id><published>2008-05-11T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:56:59.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart SNL.</title><content type='html'>really.&lt;br /&gt;i love it. me and stina have like weekly conversations about the sketches. you'll see us on there one day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="510"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/-sodCZeZIYxY8ObXQ79Yiw"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/-sodCZeZIYxY8ObXQ79Yiw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="510"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/kNpubo_m34QhZF0stUl1Yg"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/kNpubo_m34QhZF0stUl1Yg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="510"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/avsTKWmkT3eq3G-oVx0dlQ"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/avsTKWmkT3eq3G-oVx0dlQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="510" height="295"&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/2990347644494465615-6183947991494641265?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/6183947991494641265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=6183947991494641265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6183947991494641265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/6183947991494641265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-heart-snl.html' title='i heart SNL.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00329836866781580353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990347644494465615.post-8710508407053076773</id><published>2008-04-29T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:47:32.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strong as you can be.</title><content type='html'>so for years parents have argued that the media has desensitized everyone to life and all that happens in it. i would be the first one to raise my hand and agree with that. some kids are fine, but i watch the news and read the paper everyday, almost unaffected by anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's now how i should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so over the weekend i heard the story about the kid who killed his whole family. his father, brother, his father's wife, and her daughter. and honestly, i didn't think much of it. i felt bad for about 30 seconds, then went about my day. i mean, if that happened to my family i would hope someone would react more than i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tonight i watched the news at 11. and they gave another story on this kid. they actually showed him not long after he killed his family....he was on a video from a convienence store, buying a bottled water. no expression on his face. then i read he went and rode four wheelers with his friends later in the day. i mean, what? this kid killed his entire family and then went about his day. that's what got me. the tv screen had my full attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realize, this didn't happen in new york city or some huge city. it happened right here in anderson county. where we live. maybe we've all seen this kid, you know, eating out, at the mall, driving. whatever. but we trust this small town enough that we think no one around us is a future murderer, theif, whatever. people are naive. and i am one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these four people killed all had lives. you think they woke up saturday morning wanting to be killed? i hope not. and everyone had a role. father. son. brother. wife. mother. sister. and just like that, everyone is gone. and everyone who knows this kid said they are shocked. he said "yes ma'am" and was polite. he was always nice. no one suspected he'd ever do anything like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it all makes me stop and think, what kind of world are we living in? why does something like this have to happen in order for my closed, naive, unaffected eyes to be pryed wide open and see truth? bad things don't just happen in huge cities, it happens right here in anderson. so why are we all so unaffected? why do we see this on the news, feel bad for 5 minutes, then forget it? i'm not rallying for better movies or tv. i'm not saying we all go live in tents in pastures so we're safe.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just saying we all need to take a look around. this world is a beautiful place, but its stuff like this that happens that makes it a little less glimmering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was the gym today an older lady was talking to me about how she has vertigo, has headaches all the time, etc. she said "i wonder if i have a brain tumor." i don't usually delve personal information about myself, so i just politely responded, "i hope you're okay." she proceeded to tell me she'd be glad to have a brain tumor. she said most people she knows with one die within 3-4 months. then she said, "you know, you are young. but i'm old. i'm 62. so having a brain tumor really wouldn't be anything to me. besides, i've been craving a better, more serene place if you know what i mean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't speak. i had to walk away. i said i had to use the bathroom. is this how we live these days? we crave brain tumors and look forward to death? sure, some people look forward to Heaven. so do i. but this is different. she's not old by any means. maybe she's got 30 more years to live. but she says she wouldn't mind going on now. i pray i never live like that. i don't want to take any day for granted. i want to be as strong as i can be, living the life God so graciously gave me. every breath i take is not my own. every step i take is not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will i realize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990347644494465615-8710508407053076773?l=ambercranford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambercranford.blogspot.com/feeds/8710508407053076773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990347644494465615&amp;postID=8710508407053076773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990347644494465615/posts/default/8710508407053076773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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