<?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-4941766862206206686</id><updated>2012-01-09T04:06:18.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Allison Reynolds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-7617973968093279577</id><published>2010-06-01T11:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:53:13.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year in the books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/TAUnRbiS1qI/AAAAAAAABBE/HSnLojfoRCw/s1600/IMG_5747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/TAUnRbiS1qI/AAAAAAAABBE/HSnLojfoRCw/s400/IMG_5747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477827702168934050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The weekend could not have gone better. Eric and Emily were the best hosts and everyone who attended had such a great time. It's been a year since I've seen most of the people who came out again this year, but it's like we haven't had a moment apart. Tons of laughs, inappropriate moments at times, but it couldn't have been better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the first time in probably 15 years (for me) we decided to hit up Georgetown Road Saturday night before Race Day. You see all sorts of individuals....ALL SORTS. The Indianapolis 500 has the best "people watching" of any other sporting event. The Coca-Cola lot is packed with thousands of people in tents &amp;amp; campers...all enjoying the weekend with their favorite cocktail in hand. We decided that night to walk what seemed to be 5 miles to visit some friends that were parked in the lot, not exactly sure if it was a great idea or not. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/TAUsnSzO8xI/AAAAAAAABBU/F1xvVfGX2BQ/s1600/IMG_5739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/TAUsnSzO8xI/AAAAAAAABBU/F1xvVfGX2BQ/s400/IMG_5739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477833575339324178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The morning of the race was just like years past - the drivers are all cut out and put into a hat and for a $5 buy-in you can choose someone to cheer for. Like Dan, you can get someone who isn't so hot (Sarah Fisher)...poor guy - - or you can get someone who stands a chance (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;Helio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; or Dario). Of course, when I picked from the hat and didn't receive my Alex Lloyd...I traded up with the person who got him. Now, I know he wasn't going to run away with the victory, but I had to have him. The winner of the buy-in went away with $100...not too shabby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The race was loud as ever, but it's something every single person needs to experience just once. Even if you hate racing...you will never see anything else like it. Drivers zooming by you at 230+ speeds...it's amazing! But be ready to not talk to the people you are with for several hours, you can even scream to hear the person next to you. I get chills just thinking about it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's the group - - all packed into 3 cars - - what a joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/TAUsZ3gTn-I/AAAAAAAABBM/8Ai1_pyFw18/s1600/IMG_5737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 454px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/TAUsZ3gTn-I/AAAAAAAABBM/8Ai1_pyFw18/s400/IMG_5737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477833344673882082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-7617973968093279577?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/7617973968093279577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=7617973968093279577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7617973968093279577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7617973968093279577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-year-in-books.html' title='Another year in the books'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/TAUnRbiS1qI/AAAAAAAABBE/HSnLojfoRCw/s72-c/IMG_5747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-795002226139564541</id><published>2010-05-12T10:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:25:54.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex Lloyd - Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S-q6SZVSApI/AAAAAAAABAc/k1F6X_ynWMI/s1600/IMG_3659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S-q6SZVSApI/AAAAAAAABAc/k1F6X_ynWMI/s400/IMG_3659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470389522595447442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's right everyone, the 94&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; running of the Indianapolis 5o0 is happening this year! In just a few short weeks I, along with thousands of hillbilly race fans, will endure the love and fascination of cars going from 0-100mph in less than 4 seconds. Drivers will reach 240+mph, and at 238mph drivers will cover the size of a football field per second - if the driver blinks he/she will miss 50 feet of track. Zoom Zoom!! I get goosebumps just thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We've started the yearly email forwards to our group of 20+, and the jokes just keep coming. You may remember from last year, it was my first time attending the race in about 14 years. The good news?!...it was just how I remembered it...LOUD. This race is something everyone should experience at least once, that is why this year I will be bringing a newbie along with me. Oh he best get ready, I can't wait to see his reaction on the first lap. Love it or hate it...he will be sticking around for the entire race. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year in a row I will be cheering on the Australian boy...Mr. Alex Lloyd. Thank goodness this year he isn't sponsored by an Energy Drink (had too many of those last year). This time around it's Boy Scouts of America. My T-Shirts (yes plural...one for Saturday's shin-dig and one for Race Day) have been made and shipped. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "Excited" doesn't even come close to cutting it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more weeks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S-q1_0q628I/AAAAAAAABAM/vj9zOqZ1Yus/s1600/Alex+Lloyd+TShirt+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-795002226139564541?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/795002226139564541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=795002226139564541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/795002226139564541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/795002226139564541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2010/05/alex-lloyd-round-2.html' title='Alex Lloyd - Round 2'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S-q6SZVSApI/AAAAAAAABAc/k1F6X_ynWMI/s72-c/IMG_3659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-7004690801503416883</id><published>2010-03-30T18:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:17:41.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost like...27 Dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It all started a year ago, when one of my dear friends decided to tie the knot - it wasn't a bridesmaid dress she wanted me to wear, oh no - in fact it was a bit more nerve racking than that. She wanted me to make her beautiful for the big day, along with several of her bridesmaids. Makeup has always been a hidden love of mine, even though I stick to the same 'ole shades and colors. It was a great experience, and who knew that it would come in handy for the rest of my summer....my summer of wedding bliss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lets see, there were two great friends, one awesome cousin, and an even more incredible mom. Two speeches, four rehearsal dinners....and shall I mention four incredibly fun receptions. Getting all dolled up, no matter how much of a tom-boy/natural you think you are, is always glamorous. From the hair to the nails, and the makeup to the walking down the aisle...all of which are kind of a big deal =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was fun to see the dress choices of each wedding, from girlie to classy - I'm pretty sure I was seen in every style one could imagine. I loved it! Not to mention, each dress added a bit more excitement to my dress wardrobe - which is saying a whole heck of a lot...considering my closet is full of jeans and t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned the 2 speeches, talk about sweaty palms for sure! I even found myself jumping up and down at my best friends wedding just to calm the nerves. Sad to say...that didn't work. I was a blubbering mess at my mom's wedding, but then again...Eric cried too -- he's such a man. Tears of joy, of course! I'm happy to say everyone exchanged their vows, and there are 4 more amazing married couples in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Did I mention the other 3 weddings I attended...along with those 4 I was in!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't have changed it for anything! (now...this summer...we are at 4 weddings and counting...keep 'em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-7004690801503416883?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/7004690801503416883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=7004690801503416883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7004690801503416883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7004690801503416883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2010/03/almost-like27-dresses.html' title='Almost like...27 Dresses'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5590847111754875120</id><published>2010-03-22T11:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:59:35.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...She's baaaack*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please excuse my absence...it's been several months since my last post and a lot has transpired. Between my 8 full months living in Indianapolis, my mom getting married, Eric and my Dad both have gotten engaged - - and finding out that I only have a YEAR left of walking into Ivy Tech's wonderful glass doors. (insert sigh of relief and huge happy scream here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who knows what will be posted as I continue ranting and raving of my wonderful life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get ready for the random comments and photos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fellow Bloggers/Readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you for opening up your creative minds and letting me back into the family*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 3....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ......2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ....1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's go time*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-5590847111754875120?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5590847111754875120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5590847111754875120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5590847111754875120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5590847111754875120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2010/03/shes-baaaack.html' title='...She&apos;s baaaack*'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-330669348793673555</id><published>2009-05-27T15:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:32:14.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Racing For Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;John Andretti, Mike Conway, Milka Duno and Davey Hamilton were all able to sign Bella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w300.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w300.photobucket.com/albums/nn6/AllyMaureen/Racing%20For%20Kids%2009/cba2fa25.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s300.photobucket.com/albums/nn6/AllyMaureen/Racing%20For%20Kids%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cba2fa25.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-330669348793673555?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/330669348793673555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=330669348793673555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/330669348793673555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/330669348793673555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/05/racing-for-kids.html' title='Racing For Kids'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5177140449987308305</id><published>2009-05-27T15:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:28:50.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALEX LLOYD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/Sh2ReYD47VI/AAAAAAAAA48/JoGv24_w60c/s1600-h/IMG_3669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/Sh2ReYD47VI/AAAAAAAAA48/JoGv24_w60c/s320/IMG_3669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340584684172143954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race weekend has officially come and gone - - and that is fine by me! We had a great time getting things around for the 3 days of fun, but it sure does run ya down. It had been my first time back to the Indy Track after 15 years, and it was just like I remembered it...LOUD! My dad suggested earplugs, I suggested that you either go big or go home =) He smiled. As many of you know, I was cheering for my man in pink, Mr. Alex Lloyd. After a few times around the track, and starting in 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; position he took an early pit and ended up staying a lap or 2 behind for quite some time. Eric informed me that when a racer is shown the blue flag that meant they were behind a few laps and needed to step on the gas and hurry things along. You should have seen me, every time that blue flag was flown at Lloyd I made sure to scream my head off and say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lloyder&lt;/span&gt;....keep it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt; buddy!!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; Everyone around me loved my shirt, and I was happy to support such a great driver. He did what he could, finishing in 13th, considering his wife was on the sidelines having contractions 10 minutes apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the race is over, it's back to work - and back to a more concrete schedule. Things at the store are still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;', Eric and I are doing what we can to get his website up and running. Our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GoLive&lt;/span&gt;" date is set for June 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I'm hoping we can make that happen, but a lot needs to be done between now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-5177140449987308305?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5177140449987308305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5177140449987308305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5177140449987308305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5177140449987308305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/05/alex-lloyd.html' title='ALEX LLOYD'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/Sh2ReYD47VI/AAAAAAAAA48/JoGv24_w60c/s72-c/IMG_3669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-1748596682472544537</id><published>2009-05-19T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:24:12.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day at Outre'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All in all today was a good day. Reek and I woke up and took a nice 10mi bike ride....mom and Kevin will be happy to hear that the brisk ride included LOTS of hills...big ones I might add. We got to the store and started getting down to business. I was able to meet the new intern, Kat, she's great. We get along really well and she's willing to learn all she can...which is keeping me on my toes. I'm able to teach what I've learned so far through my classes, like anything you do - this is just a huge learning experience for all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next few days will be spent getting our 3 minds around Eric's new website, and creating different graphics to use. I'm really excited, but will definitely needs to brush up on my creative skills in the next few months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The countdown to the Indy 500 continues, I picked up my Pink Lloyd shirt on Monday - and it's perfect! :) There will be several pictures to come, and I'll also be sporting my pink/black sunglasses that were a must have for the event. Alex Lloyd is my driver - - I will be cheering his name nice and loud come race day on Sunday =) Pray for no rain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So...minus the trek into the parking garage and up 6 flights of stairs....it was a fabulous day in the city*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-1748596682472544537?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/1748596682472544537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=1748596682472544537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1748596682472544537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1748596682472544537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/05/1st-day-at-outre.html' title='1st Day at Outre&apos;'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-6267522077905157262</id><published>2009-04-30T09:26:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:39:26.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After 8 years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SfmxmeODgXI/AAAAAAAAA4o/UBtucJqT7g4/s1600-h/IMG_0269+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SfmxmeODgXI/AAAAAAAAA4o/UBtucJqT7g4/s320/IMG_0269+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330486908474851698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now time for Eric and I to live together once again. When it comes to siblings, I would say he and I are extremely close - so let's hope this summer doesn't change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I are complete opposites. He got all the "type a" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;genes in our family along with the wisdom of how a business works and all the marketing skills that go along with that. He's a big dreamer, which I love, but it can get a little  annoying. For him, there's always a bigger and better way to accomplish ANYTHING. Life is anything but boring when he and I are hanging out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Road trips taken together seem to be high on my list of "greatest sibling moments," we always end up having our own American Idol fest in the front seat - motions and all...we are brilliant singers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Give us Boys II Men.....and we'll give you the greatest concert you've ever heard. I love talking to him about artsy things, he just looks at me with this blank look like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;uhh...what?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll confess, I enjoy talking to him about things he doesn't quite understand - it gives me a chance to teach him a few things (aaaand it feels good to be one up on him...even if it's just for a split second).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so think of me in a few short weeks when I ditch the comfortable state of Granger, Indiana for a little bit more spunk in Indianapolis. Until then, you can find me here...in the loveliness of what is my "box" - living the high life! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-6267522077905157262?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/6267522077905157262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=6267522077905157262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/6267522077905157262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/6267522077905157262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-8-years.html' title='After 8 years...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SfmxmeODgXI/AAAAAAAAA4o/UBtucJqT7g4/s72-c/IMG_0269+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-3680320948817900807</id><published>2009-04-22T13:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:26:36.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah yes, a letter to the one thing that has been consuming my entire social life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear School, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First off, I'm annoyed with how much time you need from me. I wish your math problems would take me 5 seconds instead of 10 minutes apiece. Along with the whole math issue, I don't like the way it makes me feel. I get angry when I open that book and look at the objectives, I end up using words that I shouldn't. So thanks for that! I'm so thrilled to be learning something that I will NEVER use again as long as I live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second, I want to thank you for putting an individual in my life that I have learned so much from. I'm not talking about a professor either (fooled ya!). Although one teacher is great, the other is a waste of time and could easily take millions of sick days and no one would notice their absence of teaching. This wonderful individual I noted at the beginning is a dear friend, she's been helping me out with all those 10 minute math equations that suck....her name is Sarah. She's wonderful - and with her LOVE of your dumb subject, she's been able to sit me down and help me focus on the numbers and letters that equal a class I have to take (not one that I want to take). She's what I like to call a LIFESAVER!* I just hope she's around next fall when I am consumed by your loveliness for the 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thirdly, I bring you the greatness of what you are. It's extremely helpful to me when you reward me for my excellence. Oh yes, I'm thanking you for typing my name out on that little list of yours. The Dean's List. When I get rewarded for being good at something I dislike....it makes me try harder. Perhaps it's my competitive side showing, I don't want something that irritates me to win at anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well that's all I got for this semester. Except that summer is approaching and for 3 long months I will be placing you at the very depths of my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eager Student Wanting Summer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Allison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-3680320948817900807?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/3680320948817900807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=3680320948817900807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3680320948817900807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3680320948817900807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/04/letter-to-you.html' title='A letter to you...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-4944224094633242546</id><published>2009-04-07T09:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:54:34.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Important To You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last weekend Jason gave the idea that if he were able to spend the week with each one of us, he would be able to tell where our priorities are. Scary, right? If that doesn't push you at least a little bit you may need to check yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you spend most of your time on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do you spend most of your time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With who do spend most of your time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I need to wake up - do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-4944224094633242546?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/4944224094633242546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=4944224094633242546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4944224094633242546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4944224094633242546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-important-to-you.html' title='What&apos;s Important To You?'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5425397881646295374</id><published>2009-03-31T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:45:29.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight - Small Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs024.snc1/2649_617987785594_23308188_38736265_2889459_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 526px; height: 350px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs024.snc1/2649_617987785594_23308188_38736265_2889459_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicole, Sarah and I started a small group a while back and tonight we meet! These 2 girls are 2 of my favorites, and I enjoy every second I get to spend with them. Tonight we will cover just about everything you could think of - We will of course be digging through Romans, but with that comes several topics for conversation (quiet time doesn't exist with us). It's nice to have a night to just sit and reflect with friends, and that's what these Tuesday nights have become to be for me - - not to mention we meet at Starbucks...so that's an automatic 10points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-5425397881646295374?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5425397881646295374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5425397881646295374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5425397881646295374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5425397881646295374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/03/tonight-small-group.html' title='Tonight - Small Group'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-7679496525582591000</id><published>2009-03-19T10:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:04:10.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>march-tastic</title><content type='html'>It seems like just yesterday I was scraping off my car in the Ivy Tech parking lot, silently cursing at the weather. I spent last week in Florida, which was the perfect medicine for my winter-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;itus&lt;/span&gt;. The weather was perfect, 81 and not a cloud in the sky...but when I called home I was always bummed to hear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forecast&lt;/span&gt; that everyone else was going through. If you think you've had a lazy week, you might want to check yourself - - I'm pretty sure the only things we had to consider was the placement of our towels on the beach and where we were going to grab dinner each night. It was the perfect week to be gone, and now that I'm home...I can feel summer approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before summer arrives, it's another quick trip to Florida with Eric and my dad. As you're reading this you probably want to punch me - - just remember that when I get home it's back to the real world of due dates, projects, and all that other school related stuff. Don't get me wrong, I love going away on vacation - - but in the back of my mind rests the stress I'm going to feel when I get home. I confess...I'm not a good relaxer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-7679496525582591000?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/7679496525582591000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=7679496525582591000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7679496525582591000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7679496525582591000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-tastic.html' title='march-tastic'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-7206274200772340290</id><published>2009-03-18T17:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:19:18.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is she a Boston fan?" - Salesperson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/ScGPgH4gHpI/AAAAAAAAA3I/c9RzPCEr8gM/s1600-h/IMG_5968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/ScGPgH4gHpI/AAAAAAAAA3I/c9RzPCEr8gM/s400/IMG_5968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314686817308515986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"....She's going to be." -Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and why not i say, why not* - - i believe we are ready for baseball season folks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-7206274200772340290?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/7206274200772340290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=7206274200772340290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7206274200772340290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7206274200772340290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-she-boston-fan-salesperson.html' title='&quot;Is she a Boston fan?&quot; - Salesperson'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/ScGPgH4gHpI/AAAAAAAAA3I/c9RzPCEr8gM/s72-c/IMG_5968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5234815340457640685</id><published>2009-02-22T16:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:19:55.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This girl - rocks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SaG9dTCDSgI/AAAAAAAAA2k/SFHZCCDQIhg/s1600-h/IMG_3460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SaG9dTCDSgI/AAAAAAAAA2k/SFHZCCDQIhg/s400/IMG_3460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305730147041888770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hello everyone, meet Nicole. I never thought I would meet someone that would kick me out my shell as much as this girl. She's the complete opposite of me and it's wonderful! I met her 2 years ago, she was part of my small group for a missions trip to Mexico - we've been connected at the hip ever since. One night in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MX&lt;/span&gt; we sat on the swing set and just talked, it wasn't intended to get real deep - but as we kept talking it was amazing how much I saw a lot of myself in this girl when I was her age. The obstacles and triumphs were adding up, and to know that I could mentor and hang out with this girl made me feel so great. When I was her age, that's the one thing I didn't really have - I had peers, yes, but just a safe place to spew my thoughts was different. Nicole is my buddy, we're nuts when we're together - and it's fabulous. We laugh at the dumbest things, but it's okay. She reminds me that it's perfectly fine to act silly and not so grown up, living in the moment is something Nicole does really well - she's a high school girl - and she inspires me. I love it and her&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ox and Rhino for life =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SaG9U80cGXI/AAAAAAAAA2c/w16BsMe8esE/s1600-h/n553660322_5666230_4287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SaG9U80cGXI/AAAAAAAAA2c/w16BsMe8esE/s400/n553660322_5666230_4287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305730003640260978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-5234815340457640685?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5234815340457640685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5234815340457640685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5234815340457640685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5234815340457640685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-girl-rocks.html' title='This girl - rocks.'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SaG9dTCDSgI/AAAAAAAAA2k/SFHZCCDQIhg/s72-c/IMG_3460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-2390576799428726174</id><published>2009-02-16T15:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:49:56.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone call to Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SZnRQVoKOJI/AAAAAAAAA2U/SGNbWtZrrfQ/s1600-h/IMG_0612+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SZnRQVoKOJI/AAAAAAAAA2U/SGNbWtZrrfQ/s400/IMG_0612+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303500114819168402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my dad a phone call today, just to chat about life in general. Sometimes you can catch him on a "bad Monday", Eric always told me that Fridays were the days to catch Dad at his best - but today it was different. It was nice to have a grown up conversation with someone, especially my pops. We've continued to grow real close over the last several years, and I always know that he will tell me like it is (in that dad tone). He always wants what's best for me, and that's what so awesome. We've all had our fair share of mistakes, but to see a man like him continue moving forward and today he even told me that he's "grown up a lot in these past couple years." I love it! Hearing him say that it reminded me of something that ALL grownups say to us younger folk, they tell us that even at their age - they still don't know what they want to do or be when they grow up. That makes perfect sense, and they are totally right. Everyday we keep reaching for something new and different, something better. If it's with our job, you may not like what's going on in the economy and what it's doing to your job or company - but because you love the business you continue to fight for it. We are never to old to grow up, it's something that continues to happen throughout our lives. My dad taught me this today, that it's okay to jump through new hoops even if you're terrified of the outcome - you do it cuz you love it. He shared something his dad told him, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"There is on thing I wished I had done that I did not do, I wanted to play basketball really, really bad, but never tried out for it." He didn't regret not playing, he did often wonder what would have happened if he would have tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'm finding in myself - - trying things. Things I thought I would never do because I want to be the best ME that I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-2390576799428726174?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/2390576799428726174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=2390576799428726174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2390576799428726174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2390576799428726174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/phone-call-to-dad.html' title='Phone call to Dad'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SZnRQVoKOJI/AAAAAAAAA2U/SGNbWtZrrfQ/s72-c/IMG_0612+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-7320674009935076759</id><published>2009-02-14T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:15:06.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - bring it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SZbR6jRc3ZI/AAAAAAAAA2E/7YLzG60betU/s1600-h/photo-706787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SZbR6jRc3ZI/AAAAAAAAA2E/7YLzG60betU/s320/photo-706787.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302656415106391442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These are my fabulous girls, Steph and Nicole. Funny thing that&amp;#39;s  &lt;br&gt;already happened to us is --- Allison is a morning person and the  &lt;br&gt;girls aren&amp;#39;t. Nicole confessed that she wanted to hurt me when I  &lt;br&gt;jumped out of bed =) I love her. And Steph got an adorable card from  &lt;br&gt;her BF - so I gave Ditto a hug and said &amp;quot;Happy Vday sweetie&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;Today is going to be great! There will be more about the sessions when  &lt;br&gt;I get home - so far so so so so good! God is doing some amazing things  &lt;br&gt;down here. Thanks for the prayers, these students are awesome!&lt;br&gt;Love u all,&lt;br&gt;Happy Valentines Day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-7320674009935076759?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/7320674009935076759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=7320674009935076759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7320674009935076759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7320674009935076759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-2-bring-it.html' title='Day 2 - bring it!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SZbR6jRc3ZI/AAAAAAAAA2E/7YLzG60betU/s72-c/photo-706787.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5130197398636380663</id><published>2009-02-13T09:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:42:20.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SZWGzFV960I/AAAAAAAAA18/sDydfeXYslE/s1600-h/photo-740833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SZWGzFV960I/AAAAAAAAA18/sDydfeXYslE/s320/photo-740833.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302292348464393026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So we&amp;#39;re on the road. With Ditto next to me this is and already has  &lt;br&gt;been quite the trip, and it&amp;#39;s only the beginning. I love doing life  &lt;br&gt;with these students and leaders - they are incredible. They just  &lt;br&gt;started a movie, so it&amp;#39;s time to kick back and relax for the next 7  &lt;br&gt;hours. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-5130197398636380663?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5130197398636380663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5130197398636380663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5130197398636380663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5130197398636380663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-beginning.html' title='Only beginning'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SZWGzFV960I/AAAAAAAAA18/sDydfeXYslE/s72-c/photo-740833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-1672148177353507407</id><published>2009-02-12T10:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:23:25.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendar Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I received my first Bridal Shower announcement in the mail yesterday, along with a Baby Shower invite as well - - both happening on the same day. (awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't stop with that, I know my busy schedule is just beginning. Personally I don't do well with busy, I tend to freak out a little bit. Yesterday I completely forgot to give someone a call that I said I would, I just never thought about it. Then when it was brought to my attention - I felt extremely bad, like I had let that person down big time. I know everyone has things to do, so when I'm part of those daily activities and I forget to contact someone - ugh...I hate the way that makes me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got weddings coming up (6 to be exact, 3 that I'm in - 1 that I'm helping with) - and with those come showers, bachelorette parties, gift buying, party planning, and so forth. Spring break will be a nice getaway, then I'm home for a few days and then leave again for a long weekend. Tomorrow I leave for Memphis with the GSM crew - - there's not much to say about that. Just that it will be flippin' sweet and full of awesome times with great students and leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I sent out my first resume and cover letter - talk about not being in control of something. They can either love ya or hate ya - - - hopefully they like me! =) Indianapolis is screaming my name, and an internship in the city would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-1672148177353507407?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/1672148177353507407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=1672148177353507407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1672148177353507407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1672148177353507407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/calendar-check.html' title='Calendar Check'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-567397207863162026</id><published>2009-02-11T14:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:02:21.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally worth showing =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SZMgefX1biI/AAAAAAAAA1s/MEgrdkfFXyk/s1600-h/front"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SZMgefX1biI/AAAAAAAAA1s/MEgrdkfFXyk/s400/front" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301616894534839842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SZMgg21PhdI/AAAAAAAAA10/uT-NuO74FDQ/s1600-h/back"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SZMgg21PhdI/AAAAAAAAA10/uT-NuO74FDQ/s400/back" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301616935191938514" border="0" /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&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/4941766862206206686-567397207863162026?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/567397207863162026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=567397207863162026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/567397207863162026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/567397207863162026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/totally-worth-showing.html' title='Totally worth showing =)'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SZMgefX1biI/AAAAAAAAA1s/MEgrdkfFXyk/s72-c/front' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-2140642687085604322</id><published>2009-02-10T22:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:03:17.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...a day in my shoes CONTINUED....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;okay part two has now arrived =) sorry for the delay, but today has been crazy insane. (and i've loved every stinkin' second of it) and sadly this post is even more random than the last, so if the 1st was a little nuts for ya - - STOP HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after flying my way over to Starbucks, literally flying - - - I walked in to see my two wonderful friends waiting for me. That's not all though, I ran into TWO MORE awesome girls *Brit and Steph Mo, it was great. After getting my tea &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes there was no second coffee for this girl, I was wired already)&lt;/span&gt;, Skoutz, Ditto and I sat down to reflect on our lives and to also figure out what this meeting was going to consist of. I'm pretty sure the conversation was random for the first hour or so, but don't worry we got down to business...eventually. It was great, I love Nicole and it's been absolutely incredible to see her growth over the last year and a half - when Skoutz asked me about meeting with her on a regular basis I was all for it. The friendship I have with Nicole is quite possibly the strongest I've encountered at GCC and for that I am so thankful. She's several years younger than me, but boy is she wise - - her heart is so so so big for Jesus and she inspires me more than she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the gushy stuff, our meeting went fantastic. We will be checking out the book of Romans, and of course journaling along the way. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(fyi, we are trying to figure out a name for our Bible Study...so if you have any ideas shoot 'em my way)&lt;/span&gt; Our "gathering" was full of hilarious tidbits, most of them coming from "the sponge" (that's me). You see I'm "the sponge" because I was never really SUPPOSE to join this lovely group, it was more for Skoutz and Ditto...but I like to think of myself as the "buffer"....but "the sponge" works too. I'm game for whatever, I love to learn - and when I get the chance to listen in and learn from the people that inspire me and walk with me through this journey....SIGN ME UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our lovely chat, it was time to head home and throw on the workout gear. As much as I've detested this whole workout crap I've been putting myself through - - I've finally...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I can't believe I'm going to say this)&lt;/span&gt;....I've finally done it long enough that it's becoming a habit. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(whew...that was tough)&lt;/span&gt; I've decided it's a way for me to just clear my mind and process things I wouldn't normally think about....I love that. So now I'm home, and I have to clean up and then study my little heart out for a few hours and then finally get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you've enjoyed this random story of my day. But there are a few things I need to share with you before I sign out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison's Tidbits of Knowledge (given to me by friends...cuz I can't come up with this stuff alone)&lt;br /&gt;1) "With practice comes perfection" - Rick &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay, so I disagree with the "perfection" cuz nothing is ever going to be perfect. But I'll give it to ya anyways...perhaps "With practice comes a better understanding...." just throwin' that out there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "You're never too old for anything...age is simply a state of mind" - Rick &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yeah okay, I'll agree with ya on that one...to some extent - - - sometimes you are TOO old for things...but you understand what he means by that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "Honestly, you'll always be more successful if you have a plan." - Miss Sarah Koutz &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes folks, write that down. She's exactly right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh friends, it's been a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Take care&lt;br /&gt;and remember - - - ISS is never a good place for anyone &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that's In School Suspension in case you were clueless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-2140642687085604322?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/2140642687085604322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=2140642687085604322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2140642687085604322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2140642687085604322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-in-my-shoes-continued.html' title='...a day in my shoes CONTINUED....'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-6558280124768103135</id><published>2009-02-10T17:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:51:48.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in my shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Today was an exceptionally good day - I can't say that they always happen, but I've decided that when they do occasionally show up I'm going to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with a good '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; protein shake, chocolate too - yum. I've decided that my 1st professor of the day needs some added spunk in his daily routine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; the guy is just too plain and chill for me. (yes i said too chill for me) I hate to multitask while he's chatting, but seriously man...I need added bolts of SOMETHING...anything. After learning more about shutter speeds and exposure, focusing and getting my "oh so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;photojournalistic&lt;/span&gt;" assignment back it was off to Starbucks. Can I just tell you that every time I get a coffee it just puts a smile on my face, that's the easiest way to light up my day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I remember hearing Rob this weekend at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GCC&lt;/span&gt; and his piece of advice about saying a silent prayer for each person we come in contact with this week, and let me just say - - it's awesome and it works! Maybe that's why this day has been so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Starbucks was great, we all know that - and from here on out the day just gets more interesting. My 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; class is, well, it's a drawing class full of ALL sorts of fun people. We're working on a project right now that deals with Negative/Positive Shape Integrations. FUN STUFF. That is, if you like tedious things, and working with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;exacto&lt;/span&gt; knife. (I got the tedious stuff down, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;exacto&lt;/span&gt; knife - - - I'm no surgeon...and any sharp object in my hands is always dangerous)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I had a run-in with a knife to the toe once...that's a whole different story (ha)&lt;/span&gt; That class is a Soap Opera waiting to happen, but we won't go into those details either, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm not quite sure who stops by this here blog of mine. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Is it bad to lie about your relationship status to someone?....that's all I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of that it was time for my haircut with the lovely Debbie Mann, the woman is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;! She didn't do much, but I feel like I lost 10lbs of hair =) good things! Now I'm at home relaxing before meeting up with 2 amazing and incredible ladies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just called and we're meeting at Starbucks (oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;geezz&lt;/span&gt;....i can always go for a second round!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....this post is To Be Continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-6558280124768103135?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/6558280124768103135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=6558280124768103135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/6558280124768103135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/6558280124768103135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-in-my-shoes.html' title='A day in my shoes...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5154810777217154920</id><published>2009-02-08T11:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:23:28.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M.O.H.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SY8GnZkXnWI/AAAAAAAAA1M/suL26wC4Jwk/s1600-h/IMG_3457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SY8GnZkXnWI/AAAAAAAAA1M/suL26wC4Jwk/s400/IMG_3457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300462560386456930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay folks, you're looking at her - - I'm the Maid Of Honor for my best friends wedding. I need to do know what to do, when to do it, and what the heck am I going to say in the speech? I've read a list of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MOH&lt;/span&gt; duties, and I'm already stressing out (the wedding isn't until October!). She's my best friend, and I would hate it if I missed something. I just read the part about how I am in charge of the groom's ring, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;daaaaang&lt;/span&gt; it....that sends chills down my back. So basically if you're reading this and you have any advice please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;struggling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;moh&lt;/span&gt; of best friends wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-5154810777217154920?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5154810777217154920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5154810777217154920&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5154810777217154920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5154810777217154920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/moh.html' title='M.O.H.'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SY8GnZkXnWI/AAAAAAAAA1M/suL26wC4Jwk/s72-c/IMG_3457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-2798015712400567237</id><published>2009-02-08T10:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:06:53.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you the exception....or the rule?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SY7-v-h0zMI/AAAAAAAAA1E/WxEU1DnigNc/s1600-h/HesJustNotThatIntoYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SY7-v-h0zMI/AAAAAAAAA1E/WxEU1DnigNc/s400/HesJustNotThatIntoYou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300453911653829826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hesjustnotthatintoyoumovie.com/"&gt;"He's Just Not That Into You"&lt;/a&gt; - - I enjoyed it, as did the girls I went with. It was funny and it's not your normal chick flick at all. Although I've told a couple guys that they may not like it, they should go see it anyways. The cast is great, and I found that Justin Long is surprisingly charming, Bradley Cooper plays kind of a tool, and Ben &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Affleck&lt;/span&gt; is just trying to figure things out (poor guy). The girls played every part perfectly, from "what do you do if he doesn't call" girl, to "if he does call, how do I know he's not calling another girl and telling her the same thing" girl - - Are you the exception or the rule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go see it, male or female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-2798015712400567237?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/2798015712400567237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=2798015712400567237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2798015712400567237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2798015712400567237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-exceptionor-rule.html' title='Are you the exception....or the rule?'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SY7-v-h0zMI/AAAAAAAAA1E/WxEU1DnigNc/s72-c/HesJustNotThatIntoYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-532337991956472633</id><published>2009-02-07T10:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:03:06.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leaders "Chick Night"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a Sandwich Party last night at &lt;a href="http://www.skoutz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Skoutz's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and of course we made shirts to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all so different, I think that's why we get a long so well - - there's always a good balance. Especially when it comes to shirt decorating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke - She just slaps the puff paint on and calls it a day - no matter how it turns out, she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah - she's over there MEASURING out everything. Getting placement JUST right.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel - she's quiet, but all of a sudden you look over and she's got her shirt perfectly complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; - ...well she's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;laugher&lt;/span&gt;. She's always wanting people's opinions, but in the end she doesn't need any help at all.&lt;br /&gt;Me - I'm the technical one, it's gotta be different - - and if I screw up I take it way too personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and Katie weren't able to attend - - but don't worry we have your shirts for you! =) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GSM&lt;/span&gt; won't be the same on Sunday...we will be busting out our creations for the world to see. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fallison.m.reynolds%2Falbumid%2F5300079484787975409%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-532337991956472633?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/532337991956472633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=532337991956472633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/532337991956472633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/532337991956472633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/leaders-chick-night.html' title='The Leaders &quot;Chick Night&quot;'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-7010938164975218812</id><published>2009-02-06T08:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:02:41.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New stuff for playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SYxAvxf2CYI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Re1Ba7i6Ma8/s1600-h/adele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SYxAvxf2CYI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Re1Ba7i6Ma8/s400/adele.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299682050993162626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; days - - so on those occasions I have a new artist on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Adele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-7010938164975218812?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/7010938164975218812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=7010938164975218812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7010938164975218812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7010938164975218812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-stuff-for-playlist.html' title='New stuff for playlist'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SYxAvxf2CYI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Re1Ba7i6Ma8/s72-c/adele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-2110891612592057608</id><published>2009-02-03T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:55:35.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An added link...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I've been trying to figure out a way to post some work I've done, an online portfolio you could say. In the past I've used &lt;a href="http://zenfolio.com"&gt;Zenfolio&lt;/a&gt;, and as much as I liked it - I'm cheap and didn't want to continue paying for it. =)&lt;br /&gt;I decided to create a &lt;a href="http://allymaureen.wordpress.com"&gt;wordpress account&lt;/a&gt; and post my designs/photos/logos all  that good stuff there. So yes, it's a blog layout, but it works. I posted a link over on the right hand column of my blog - so go check it out if you want. It will be a place for my photos/designs/logos/projects, all that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it's nothing too exciting now, just a few recent pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho - have fun with it. =)&lt;br /&gt;There are room for comments so critique me if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-2110891612592057608?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/2110891612592057608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=2110891612592057608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2110891612592057608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2110891612592057608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/added-link.html' title='An added link...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-4669080454879571174</id><published>2009-02-02T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:47:49.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;2 Corinthians 8:7&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "But just as you excel in everything - in faith, in speech, in knowledge, in complete earnestness and in your love for us - see that you also excel in this grace of giving"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-4669080454879571174?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/4669080454879571174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=4669080454879571174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4669080454879571174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4669080454879571174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/compassion.html' title='compassion'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-8690205193788456872</id><published>2009-01-29T18:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:14:48.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Most Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My Uncle tagged me in this on Facebook, so I figured what the hey! - - might as well spill some randomness for my 5 readers =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1. I had curly, blond hair as a little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2. I won a medal and trophy in Middle School for the Science Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3. The toes on my left foot are in the wrong order, kinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;4. I've always wanted to change the spelling of my name to Alyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;5. I was hardcore obsessed with Nsync in my early years...and I mean HARDCORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;6. I have a list of words I don't like to hear/use (examples: moist, baggy, ointment....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;7. My dream job would be to become a Personal Assistant to someone random, like a Indy Race Car Driver (weird)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;8. I enjoy tattoos, and have several (not all of them small)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;9. I enjoy watching UFC, The Indy 500, and Rodeos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;10. I use to have my tongue and eyebrow pierced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;11. Dazed and Confused is my all time favorite movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;12. I've been to Vegas and have seen the high rollers do their thing....insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;13. My family use to go to Colorado to ski every year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;14. I can say my alphabet backwards (thanks to my Mamaw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;15. I am deathly afraid of balloons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;16. I was a Golden Flash at KSU for a short period of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;17. When I was younger I sang in our church choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;18. I have never gotten a speeding ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;19. I will always bleed blue even without Dungy - Go Horse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;20. I have always had a neat and tidy bedroom, even growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;21. I won the award for "biggest prep" in MS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;22. Went on to receive "best car" in HS (the same 2 awards Eric was also given)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;23. I have done competitive cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;24. Starbucks coffee...nuf said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;25. I am a hershey chocolate with almonds addict&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/4941766862206206686-8690205193788456872?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/8690205193788456872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=8690205193788456872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8690205193788456872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8690205193788456872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-most-random.html' title='25 Most Random'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-3311137702237703684</id><published>2009-01-26T13:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:50:42.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;in a couple (okay several weeks) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be enjoying the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loveliness&lt;/span&gt; of sunshine and warm weather in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;march needs to hurry on up and get here =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-3311137702237703684?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/3311137702237703684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=3311137702237703684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3311137702237703684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3311137702237703684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/01/vacation-soon.html' title='vacation soon'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-1201037557166921528</id><published>2009-01-20T18:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:37:31.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson: Stretch Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SXZfdZVe8WI/AAAAAAAAAw0/tk28C3bFFjk/s1600-h/IMG_1107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SXZfdZVe8WI/AAAAAAAAAw0/tk28C3bFFjk/s320/IMG_1107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293523370642436450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being the person that I am, it's very difficult for me to gloat about my understanding about certain things. It was today that I got hit with this enormous, heavy, nervous-filled load of feelings as I was called upon by my design teacher to be the 'model' for a certain drawing we were doing. I wasn't the second person called, or the last - I was the first. She had informed us that these drawings, called blind contouring, would be different and also very challenging. Meant for "opening up your mind to a different type of art...blah blah blah" =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Directions: pick up your pencil, cover your paper with something, don't look at anything but the subject (me at that moment), and draw - oh and don't lift your pencil from the paper. For some of you this may sound extremely easy, but let me just tell you it was awful. Talk about an interesting way to set aside all emotions and understanding - to just let your hand flow across the paper. As I sat on the platform I tried my best to understand what this exercise was going to teach ME - by the end of our lesson I was able to finish 3 blind contouring drawings (of course they looked awful) - but I saw them and just laughed. It wasn't about being perfect and analyzing every single detail of the subject. (which I ever so carefully do ALL the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was nice to stretch myself today, I say that with an extreme SIGH. I don't know if it's something I would like to do all the time, everyday. But it's nice to know that when thrown into some different situations that I'm not quite use to, a great outcome is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now...it's back to my comfortable state - - that wallflower type of state =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;introvert and proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;*My professor thanked me for being "bold" - - - - I looked at her, smiled....and wanted to throw up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4941766862206206686-1201037557166921528?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/1201037557166921528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=1201037557166921528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1201037557166921528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1201037557166921528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/01/lesson-stretch-yourself.html' title='Lesson: Stretch Yourself'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SXZfdZVe8WI/AAAAAAAAAw0/tk28C3bFFjk/s72-c/IMG_1107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-3352234396016408152</id><published>2009-01-11T10:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:29:17.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Drop '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SWpwyAAE_iI/AAAAAAAAAwU/09thPPm0v3w/s1600-h/IMG_1061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SWpwyAAE_iI/AAAAAAAAAwU/09thPPm0v3w/s320/IMG_1061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290164716596166178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....was a success! =) These people are incredible and we couldn't have done it without the entire GSM crew along with several of their parents. It always seems to get a bit hectic as the day progresses, and yesterday I took some time to capture some special moments during the delivery portion. I was taken back by all the smiles and generosity, students couldn't wait to get their hands on the first set of boxes and start delivering. God is indescribable, but as we continue to grow we are capable of being His hands and feet more than we ever thought possible. I absolutely love the fact that I get to be a part of this huge story, and I couldn't be happier with the friends I've got by my side. The leaders, students, staff, everyone...it's always nice to take a step back and check it all out. Nothing but smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-3352234396016408152?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/3352234396016408152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=3352234396016408152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3352234396016408152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3352234396016408152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/01/food-drop-09.html' title='Food Drop &apos;09'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SWpwyAAE_iI/AAAAAAAAAwU/09thPPm0v3w/s72-c/IMG_1061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-7398747154264848540</id><published>2009-01-08T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:27:01.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IFURxgaLxEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IFURxgaLxEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-7398747154264848540?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/7398747154264848540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=7398747154264848540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7398747154264848540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7398747154264848540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-8544649207237765975</id><published>2009-01-08T09:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:04:39.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Warning Lable Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yesterday I decided to purchase a hula hoop. I had heard that they really help with staying in shape. They don't cost that much, so I thought what the heck - might as well try. Do you know how ridiculous I felt walking through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; with a hoop around my arm (lime green too and sparkly) - oh goodness. When I thought about this adventure and new exercise trick I didn't think it was going to be all that difficult - I was wrong. It has nothing to do with how fast you move your hips, and on my first try I flung it so hard around my waist it bounced off my ribs and almost gave me a black eye. If you aren't careful, these things will get ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my mom and I working out, so making a fool of myself didn't really matter. She finally got the nerve to take the hoop off the floor (because I was getting frustrated) - she said "Al, I haven't done this in forever, if at all. Let's see..." then low and behold....she masters the dang thing right in front of me. She starts laughing....and I'm standing there shocked! She started giving me pointers, saying it's all in the legs - you gotta keep one foot positioned and then bend the other. Thanks for the advice Ma! (I was later pointed out that she WAS a fitness instructor for several years, she had probably done this all her life and just never told anyone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the hoop and proceeded to do it...my way. I finally got it....well sorta. She would watch me and say "there ya go, just like that. keep doing what you're doing." I'm sorry, but if someone says "keep doing what you're doing" I think too hard about what it is I'm doing and then it all falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it comes down to is this:&lt;br /&gt;1)Hula Hoops are a cheap way to make ya feel real dumb&lt;br /&gt;2)Don't try it by yourself, it's not near as fun (no one to laugh with)&lt;br /&gt;3)It's not ALL in the hips...ya gotta use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; booty (wise words from my mom)&lt;br /&gt;4)It really does work&lt;br /&gt;5)A warning label needs to be written and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; to those things stating that they are not a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;child's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; toy, and that over flinging them around ones waist may cause extreme danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Kevin doesn't have a video camera in his gym...otherwise...YouTube here we come! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice workout mom, we'll get 'em next time! Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-8544649207237765975?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/8544649207237765975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=8544649207237765975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8544649207237765975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8544649207237765975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2009/01/warning-lable-needed.html' title='A Warning Lable Needed'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-1086880373862459830</id><published>2008-12-29T10:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:17:35.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dose of Vampirey Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;...you can thank Jeff Myers for the blog title here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but anywho - Jenna Michelle finally let me see the movie last night. What movie you ask? Well that would be Twilight! I know, I'm a little behind - but she informed me that I must read the 1st book in order to see the movie. I'm about finished with the second one, and I can't believe I have to wait until November of 09 to see the next movie...yeah I've done research (insert laugh here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I made sure to check out all the characters in the movie before going to see it, so I wouldn't get them mixed up...and who would of thought that the small town of Forks would have such a diverse community...I pretty sure every ethnicity is represented in this movie (kinda).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So yeah, make fun of me if you want - - actually don't. Here's the reason why you shouldn't - I've got friends that LOOOOOOVE Star Wars....aaaaand that Harry Potter crap....aand Lord of the Rings....*puke* - - so let's just shake on it and call it a day! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-1086880373862459830?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/1086880373862459830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=1086880373862459830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1086880373862459830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1086880373862459830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/12/dose-of-vampirey-love.html' title='A Dose of Vampirey Love...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-6859564000828250253</id><published>2008-12-27T14:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:38:41.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pups of our Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVaECjfCrdI/AAAAAAAAAr4/d2rEOoaIeZc/s1600-h/IMG_0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVaECjfCrdI/AAAAAAAAAr4/d2rEOoaIeZc/s320/IMG_0946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284556392185900498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVaD37k4llI/AAAAAAAAArw/9zKtoRzMiyQ/s1600-h/IMG_0963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVaD37k4llI/AAAAAAAAArw/9zKtoRzMiyQ/s320/IMG_0963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284556209674294866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVaDpwomgrI/AAAAAAAAArg/N3cKYMOfQDw/s1600-h/IMG_0961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVaDpwomgrI/AAAAAAAAArg/N3cKYMOfQDw/s320/IMG_0961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284555966218928818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVaDLV0Nu7I/AAAAAAAAArY/8UzR5TI1MTI/s1600-h/IMG_0926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVaDLV0Nu7I/AAAAAAAAArY/8UzR5TI1MTI/s320/IMG_0926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284555443623803826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVaBbLwD5WI/AAAAAAAAArQ/umblz7xSJVA/s1600-h/IMG_0936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVaBbLwD5WI/AAAAAAAAArQ/umblz7xSJVA/s320/IMG_0936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284553516776678754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-6859564000828250253?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/6859564000828250253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=6859564000828250253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/6859564000828250253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/6859564000828250253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/12/pups-of-our-family.html' title='The Pups of our Family'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVaECjfCrdI/AAAAAAAAAr4/d2rEOoaIeZc/s72-c/IMG_0946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-1536204851614027414</id><published>2008-12-23T19:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:20:07.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVF_ya-ZbMI/AAAAAAAAArA/kZjDdCXKFJk/s1600-h/IMG_0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVF_ya-ZbMI/AAAAAAAAArA/kZjDdCXKFJk/s320/IMG_0669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283144342093524162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Every year (okay..starting last year) my mom and I get together with some old friends to do a little bit of baking. Tenile, Tiarra and I have been friends since...well...forever! When we were younger we would pretend to do beauty pageants (crown and all...even a talent portion), do gymnastic routines in their pond on inner tubes, and many more things that I'm pretty sure were caught on tape and will show up in the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, we baked yesterday. In the end I think there were 5 types of cookies, using 3 ovens, mint chocolate bark, and a new pecan creation that my mom found. It was hectic...but so much fun! We took several pictures, and Julie even brought hats to make the day more fitting with the holiday season. Us girls are exactly like our mothers, which is scary to say the least :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVF_9aDqjOI/AAAAAAAAArI/HPwhjr301W8/s1600-h/IMG_0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVF_9aDqjOI/AAAAAAAAArI/HPwhjr301W8/s320/IMG_0661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283144530825743586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-1536204851614027414?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/1536204851614027414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=1536204851614027414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1536204851614027414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1536204851614027414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/12/baking-day.html' title='Baking Day!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SVF_ya-ZbMI/AAAAAAAAArA/kZjDdCXKFJk/s72-c/IMG_0669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-2584510298871517655</id><published>2008-12-21T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:37:11.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreal!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SU5wt4MK2sI/AAAAAAAAAqw/WzHLg4HSE5I/s1600-h/photo-731724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SU5wt4MK2sI/AAAAAAAAAqw/WzHLg4HSE5I/s320/photo-731724.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282283346432023234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-2584510298871517655?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/2584510298871517655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=2584510298871517655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2584510298871517655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2584510298871517655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/12/unreal.html' title='Unreal!!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SU5wt4MK2sI/AAAAAAAAAqw/WzHLg4HSE5I/s72-c/photo-731724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-3317937308251752742</id><published>2008-12-20T11:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:25:24.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the day*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SU0bK-1CCNI/AAAAAAAAAqY/xwr6e7N85qU/s1600-h/n180600078_30015796_5772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SU0bK-1CCNI/AAAAAAAAAqY/xwr6e7N85qU/s320/n180600078_30015796_5772.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281907813453531346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Senior Year '05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Back in HS us 4 were inseparable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I still get to see them, just not as often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4941766862206206686-3317937308251752742?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/3317937308251752742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=3317937308251752742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3317937308251752742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3317937308251752742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-in-day.html' title='Back in the day*'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SU0bK-1CCNI/AAAAAAAAAqY/xwr6e7N85qU/s72-c/n180600078_30015796_5772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-8096715098823245485</id><published>2008-12-20T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:58:00.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Drinks &amp; Decorations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The Aquila's, Jeff and I had planned for a special evening where we would go out for dinner, indulge in some Starbucks and then enjoy the wonderful lights of Winding Brook. Us 4 are always unpredictable and our schedules are usually pretty crazy, but last night we found the time to do at least 2 of the 3 activities. Fun things always happen when us four are together, and last night was full of laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We started off at Starbucks then drove our way through Winding Brook. I think Angie and I were more excited to see the lights than the guys, but we all had a good time - - minus the people not paying attention to the "no headlights" policy - - how rude!....and the fact that J made a wrong turn, confused the guy behind us...and nearly hit a car. Oh did I mention we made a stop at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Helman's&lt;/span&gt; to do a little caroling and got stuck in their driveway. Now that was entertaining to watch! The guys had it all under control, while Angie and I just stood there...laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;good times...good friends....!&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/4941766862206206686-8096715098823245485?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/8096715098823245485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=8096715098823245485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8096715098823245485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8096715098823245485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/12/dinner-drinks-decorations.html' title='Dinner Drinks &amp; Decorations'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-1838000877403693991</id><published>2008-12-19T11:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:26:36.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truck 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skoutz.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sarah Koutz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, she's amazing! I've blogged several times about her, but no words could ever explain what her friendship means to me. As I posted before, she and I are lucky enough to help out with the Food Drop this year. We will be tackling the truck for Granger Student Ministries, along with very knowledgeable sight leaders. Our job: HAVE FUN, get everyone psyched up, run up and down the line of students cheering them on, and of course....making sure the correct number of boxes get loaded onto our truck. We had so much fun last year, and were pumped to hear that we could serve along side the rest of the team again this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SUvInGAFfHI/AAAAAAAAApc/tqb_GAogTfc/s320/FoodDrop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281535561973464178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What's cool about this year is that we are also doing the same exact food drop at our Elkhart site - - awesome! They will be loading up trucks and distributing the boxes as well. We are also partnering with Better World Books. This is an organization that takes donated books, sells them (if possible) and then we (GCC) are able to receive part of that profit. The books that aren't in good enough shape to sell will be then given to children around the world. How cool is that? So if you're planning on attending the Food Drop this year, January 10th, bring books! There will be a drop off place for them as you make your way into GCC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What a great way to start off 2009!&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/4941766862206206686-1838000877403693991?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/1838000877403693991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=1838000877403693991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1838000877403693991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1838000877403693991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/12/truck-4.html' title='Truck 4!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SUvInGAFfHI/AAAAAAAAApc/tqb_GAogTfc/s72-c/FoodDrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-4439804173952202629</id><published>2008-12-14T12:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:55:32.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Drop Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SUVBIVEwFCI/AAAAAAAAApU/7cgZK7KkfyI/s1600-h/fooddrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SUVBIVEwFCI/AAAAAAAAApU/7cgZK7KkfyI/s400/fooddrop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279697749513606178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;-photo by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coreymann.blogspot.com"&gt;Corey Mann&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://skoutz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Miss Sarah Koutz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and I are leading a truck again this year and we couldn't be more jazzed. This photo was taken a few years ago - but simply states what the Food Drop and Feed The Children is all about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't wait!&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/4941766862206206686-4439804173952202629?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/4439804173952202629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=4439804173952202629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4439804173952202629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4439804173952202629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/12/food-drop-coming-soon.html' title='Food Drop Coming Soon!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SUVBIVEwFCI/AAAAAAAAApU/7cgZK7KkfyI/s72-c/fooddrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5741836409842876858</id><published>2008-12-12T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:19:32.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Casper </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SULxhBVsZWI/AAAAAAAAApE/RGiAvRi6Fbg/s1600-h/photo-772489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SULxhBVsZWI/AAAAAAAAApE/RGiAvRi6Fbg/s320/photo-772489.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279047262829045090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He might be the cutest dog ever =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-5741836409842876858?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5741836409842876858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5741836409842876858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5741836409842876858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5741836409842876858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/12/casper.html' title='Casper '/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SULxhBVsZWI/AAAAAAAAApE/RGiAvRi6Fbg/s72-c/photo-772489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5416835400350251905</id><published>2008-12-11T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:32.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Cuz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SUGz_ghwBiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/x9MluELqpgs/s1600-h/IMG_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SUGz_ghwBiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/x9MluELqpgs/s320/IMG_0148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278698141899556386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss you!&lt;div&gt;I heard you received the worlds coolest present today at work - from a little boy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope your day was amazing...and hey...just remember - - you're not old! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....wanna go back to the indian mound?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-5416835400350251905?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5416835400350251905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5416835400350251905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5416835400350251905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5416835400350251905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-cuz.html' title='Happy Birthday Cuz!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SUGz_ghwBiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/x9MluELqpgs/s72-c/IMG_0148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-8733752094644029403</id><published>2008-12-09T16:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:21:01.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Take On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm the queen of saying &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"That's so ugly it's cute!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things usually have to match. (like those "colts blue" flats I own, those are only worn with other blue items)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from "What A Girl Wants"&lt;br /&gt;"Why try so hard to fit in, when you were born to stand out?"&lt;br /&gt;My take on that quote is simple -- I hate standing out...makes my hands sweat =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a ..... Chipped nail polish. Flat shoes. Simple...to some degree.  No gray area. Chocoholic.  Usually indecisive..okay always. Coffee addict. Clean lines vs. Bold statements. Detailed...perhaps too detailed  - - - - -               kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's usually hard to figure out what I'm thinking, unless you really know me - There are a few people that know me better than I know myself...that scares me 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having patience is extremely difficult for me. But as I give advice to other people, I always tell them that some things just take time....*hhmm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what my favorite music is - - it's the groups and people that are up-and-coming. They've got it goin' on....but the world hasn't noticed them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom dressed me in fufu dresses with matching socks and hair clips as a young child....I love her for that. But you can see now why I adore jeans and t-shirts =) getting all pretty is fun though, she taught me well....just minus the ruffles and lace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...there will be more to this post later I'm sure - but for now that's what I've got. Just a hint of me and why I'm the way I am =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-8733752094644029403?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/8733752094644029403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=8733752094644029403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8733752094644029403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8733752094644029403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-take-on-me.html' title='My Take On Me'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-948967194562497939</id><published>2008-12-04T15:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:55:14.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I did research around the playground"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Spoken from a 4th-grader...check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he thinks about girls and relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/28038281/?GT1=43001"&gt;How To Talk To Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this is cute*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-948967194562497939?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/948967194562497939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=948967194562497939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/948967194562497939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/948967194562497939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-did-research-around-playground.html' title='&quot;I did research around the playground&quot;'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-9006183538816804943</id><published>2008-12-02T19:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:38:51.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes are winding down...</title><content type='html'>Can I get an AMEN!? I'm extremely ready for this semester to be over - my classes this spring shouldn't be too bad, minus the math that I'm taking (you ready to tutor Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Skoutz&lt;/span&gt;?) To think that early this semester I was going to drop one of my classes, I'm glad I listened to my mom - - she's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smartie&lt;/span&gt;!...since then I've been getting decent grades and have actually enjoyed the projects given to me by that horrible handwriting, soft-spoken, not so humorous teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/STXT1wpL_pI/AAAAAAAAAos/1BDeCV_YHyQ/s1600-h/cutawayallison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/STXT1wpL_pI/AAAAAAAAAos/1BDeCV_YHyQ/s320/cutawayallison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275355459078586002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sarah - - cross your fingers that I will be working on your assignment for me over Christmas break. When I'm done, Edison School Corp. will have an outstanding logo for their Fine Arts Department....hopefully* =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-9006183538816804943?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/9006183538816804943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=9006183538816804943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/9006183538816804943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/9006183538816804943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/12/classes-are-winding-down.html' title='Classes are winding down...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/STXT1wpL_pI/AAAAAAAAAos/1BDeCV_YHyQ/s72-c/cutawayallison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-3727304878919592930</id><published>2008-12-02T16:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:09:17.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Buddies!</title><content type='html'>So as I was looking over the tracking information for my blog, I noticed the 3 main people that contribute to the traffic on this so called blog of mine.... - - so here's quick shout out to 3 of my buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeffreymyers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeff Myers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letter-j.blogspot.com/"&gt;J Aquila&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skoutz.blogspot.com"&gt;Sarah Koutz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the love my friends, perhaps people will click on your link now - -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-3727304878919592930?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/3727304878919592930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=3727304878919592930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3727304878919592930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3727304878919592930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-buddies.html' title='Thanks Buddies!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-2751493913732910309</id><published>2008-11-28T10:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:26:25.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/STAMO8jO-8I/AAAAAAAAAok/CpnS3zLwriw/s1600-h/IMG_0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/STAMO8jO-8I/AAAAAAAAAok/CpnS3zLwriw/s320/IMG_0616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273728614562462658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my girls! Elementary through High School, although some are missing - we have been through it all together! Every Thanksgiving Eve there's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NorthWood&lt;/span&gt; High School Reunion in downtown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nappanee&lt;/span&gt;. Last year I was able to go with my brother, and since he was unable to go this year I decided to go with a group of amazing friends. It's always fun to see people you haven't seen since graduation, but it can be a little awkward at times because you are bound to get into a forced conversation with people you weren't expecting to run into. I was guilty of some of that this year, I just wanted to say "hi" but my stupid mouth just kept on talking...so 5 minutes later the person that probably hated me in high school....still hates me now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; - - totally weird! All in all it was a great time, and I wouldn't have wanted to share it with anyone else! These friends are my friends for life, no matter how far away we live - there's always going to be a major bash when we all return home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-2751493913732910309?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/2751493913732910309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=2751493913732910309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2751493913732910309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2751493913732910309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/remember-when.html' title='Remember When!?'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/STAMO8jO-8I/AAAAAAAAAok/CpnS3zLwriw/s72-c/IMG_0616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5573228316329560702</id><published>2008-11-25T12:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:27:23.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NewSpring Week 5 - Caught</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perry is back! and he's awesome - this service is great and he has a funny way of keeping things light. I could blog about my take-away from it, but I just suggest you listen and watch for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the full service go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newspring.cc/series/beautiful-week-5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="270" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2300309&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2300309&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2300309"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on Proverbs 7:10-23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/newspringmedia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;NewSpring Media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-5573228316329560702?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5573228316329560702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5573228316329560702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5573228316329560702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5573228316329560702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/newspring-week-5-caught.html' title='NewSpring Week 5 - Caught'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-1645102899368421151</id><published>2008-11-24T12:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:59:25.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it for what it's worth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Familiarity Can Cause Disrespect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so that...that was what my reading was about for today - and what a true statement it is. It's easy to lose focus on what's important (especially if it's been around for awhile) - but I know I can't allow what's special in my life to become mundane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-1645102899368421151?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/1645102899368421151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=1645102899368421151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1645102899368421151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1645102899368421151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-it-for-what-its-worth.html' title='Take it for what it&apos;s worth...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-2987361918806024161</id><published>2008-11-20T17:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:21:00.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it's just as important to ME as it is to that OTHER person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa - okay, thank you &lt;a href="http://www.becausepeoplematter.com"&gt;Mark Waltz&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned last night that I have a pride issue, and although I know I've been in the wrong before - - it's still sometimes hard to face the fact that I need to forgive myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sees you through the lens of what Jesus did for us on the cross. He sees us as forgiven and free - will we embrace that? Live inside His forgiveness when you find it hard to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are free from shame and guilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pslam&lt;/span&gt; 139: 23-24&lt;br /&gt;Search me, O God, and know my heart;&lt;br /&gt;      test me and know my anxious thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-16264" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; See if there is any offensive way in me,&lt;br /&gt;      and lead me in the way everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow Him to search you, but also know that He will lead you through it, not leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-2987361918806024161?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/2987361918806024161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=2987361918806024161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2987361918806024161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2987361918806024161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-3636443360531997990</id><published>2008-11-20T13:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:21:12.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NewSpring Week 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;One Thing: What Women Really Want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 10: The story of 2 sisters, Martha and Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters can share an intimate level of love and trust, but at the same time share the equal level of misunderstanding, raw emotions and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't have a sister, but I do have a best friend and we might as well be sisters - so I can kind of put into perspective what this relationship with Mary and Martha was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha is a DOER&lt;br /&gt;1) She's consumed with domestic duties (things that had to be done then and there in this story)&lt;br /&gt; -men sometimes ask, "Why can't my wife just sit down and let things go?" Trust me, the woman doesn't want to be doing all those duties, in fact it would be nice if she got some help - but the truth is, there is always something that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;2) She's irritated about everything&lt;br /&gt; -She was feeling like there was a problem - but most of the time the problem we're dealing with is not the problem, it's the way you feel about the problem that really becomes the problem. (confusing, but true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the main character/hero in this story. He understood that there were more things going on then what met the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -The real issue with Martha is probably not the fact that she's in the kitchen cooking while her sister is in the other room kneeling at Jesus' feet. There are more things going on in her heart. She would have given anything to be in that room sitting at the feet of Jesus, but the work had to be done.&lt;br /&gt; -And in this passage, Jesus responds to Martha with tenderness (Luke 10:41) Martha doubts whether or not the Lord cares, she wonders if anyone notices her sacrifices. The truth is, He does notice. Because of the way He approaches the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha wants somebody to understand - to tell her that she's special. Here's the deal, ONE word from your man means the world b/c he is the only man that can affirm you in such a way that makes you feel like nothing else matters (except ladies have to remember that the only man who is perfect and will never let you down is Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Martha was frustrated with feelings of isolation&lt;br /&gt;  -Women tend to feel like the world is against them, especially when they are exhausted. But you have to remember that when you're feeling like that, you're not alone - Jesus is always right there with you, He never leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to Mary - While Martha is breaking a sweat, Mary is breaking the rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) She chose the lowest place in the room&lt;br /&gt;2) She chose delight over duty&lt;br /&gt;3) She chose treasure over task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main thing is it's okay to chose delight over duty at times, and to Mary - Jesus was at their house for this one moment and the dishes would always be there.&lt;br /&gt;John 12:8 "You will always have the poor among you, but you will not always have me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it all for what it's worth, those were just a few of my random notes for week 4. I'm excited to hear what Perry has to say for this last weekend (Week 5-Caught) - because he's been gone for the last 2 weeks of this series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-3636443360531997990?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/3636443360531997990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=3636443360531997990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3636443360531997990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3636443360531997990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/newspring-week-4.html' title='NewSpring Week 4'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-2462924841984859958</id><published>2008-11-17T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:54:48.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inventory</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SSGh2BLSrwI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8ubhuWPF_7o/s1600-h/photo-788601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SSGh2BLSrwI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8ubhuWPF_7o/s320/photo-788601.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670988400996098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;.......looks like this.....ahhhh!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-2462924841984859958?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/2462924841984859958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=2462924841984859958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2462924841984859958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/2462924841984859958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/inventory.html' title='Inventory'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SSGh2BLSrwI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8ubhuWPF_7o/s72-c/photo-788601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-1308235082704364244</id><published>2008-11-17T08:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:06:06.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>totally off the record</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just going to be real blunt about a few things - but we all have opinions, here are mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; realized these last several weeks that i, along with several other people, need to sometimes look way outside our "normal bubble" to even try and understand why people do/make/say certain things....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i thought the election was over, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; i was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(people still like to talk - even being brought up in a family setting it pulls people apart. perhaps we should just keep things like politics private...but then again maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; wrong) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i find that playing games (no matter the kind, even "mind games") is for children, not sure i see the point of doing it as adults (but again, maybe i should try harder at bringing out my inner-child...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;...just some things for me to think about i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-1308235082704364244?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/1308235082704364244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=1308235082704364244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1308235082704364244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1308235082704364244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/totally-off-record.html' title='totally off the record'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-4322802181238485200</id><published>2008-11-14T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:54:45.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 4 Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Put your iPod or other music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;"Once When I Was Little” – James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;“Be OK” – Ingrid Michaelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll Believe You When” – Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;“Shake It” – Metro Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;"Freckles” – Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"Beyond The Walls” – Warren Barfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;“If We Try” – Jonny Lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;"Without You” – Blake Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;“So Much To Say” – Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;"Greed” – Shawn McDonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;"Going North” – Missy Higgins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;"Good Enough” – Jon McLaughlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;"Miracle” - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"Dying to Live” – Jonny Lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;“You Met Your Match” – Marc Broussard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;"Underneath” – Alanis Morissette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;"Your Arms Feel Like Home” – 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;“Grey Street” – Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;"My Beautiful Life” - Ferras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;"Realize” – Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;"Supposed to Grow Old” – Justin Nozuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;"I’d Like To” – Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;"Bartender” – Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;"The One” – Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;"Free Fallin’” – John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;"Feel This” – Bethany Joy Galeotti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"Feelings Show” – Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;"I Won’t Disagree” – Kate Voegele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;"We Are Broken” - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;"Life Is Wonderful” – Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-4322802181238485200?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/4322802181238485200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=4322802181238485200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4322802181238485200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4322802181238485200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-4-fun.html' title='Just 4 Fun'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-8711467571317086001</id><published>2008-11-13T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:19:06.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SRyn25PBPcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GFSWgMk9aHQ/s1600-h/photo-746740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SRyn25PBPcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GFSWgMk9aHQ/s320/photo-746740.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268270225635229122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;TWLOHA.com - read the story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-8711467571317086001?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/8711467571317086001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=8711467571317086001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8711467571317086001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8711467571317086001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-day_13.html' title='Today is the day...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SRyn25PBPcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GFSWgMk9aHQ/s72-c/photo-746740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-970715581667376634</id><published>2008-11-13T15:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:56:08.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing Aids and Starbucks</title><content type='html'>Normally on Tuesdays and Thursdays I make my way to Starbucks between classes. I study, read, write, listen to music, basically get things accomplished - today was no different except I graced by the presence of an elderly couple sitting next to me. Usually old people creep me out, but these 2 were so sweet! I had my computer out, Art History book opened, and a quiz in my hands...trying hard to focus on finding the correct answers - but as I sat there I couldn't help but over hear what they were saying. &lt;br /&gt;The elderly woman said something to her husband about how they have to call so-and-so and sing Happy Birthday to them...she giggled. Her husband sat there, and just took in his surroundings: people gathering, studying, talking - - all of course younger than he and his wife. The lady began reading her book, and when she did so she leaned over to her husband and told him she was turning down her hearing aid...I just smiled. She was adorable. The husband said something to his wife about leaving - - his watch said 25 after...buuuut her watch said 20 after (and she of course led him to believe that her watch was correct) He told her to finish up her coffee and then they would be leaving - meanwhile he asks her if she likes the book she's reading. (almost flirting with her..I guess married people still flirt, I dunno) - she responded, finished her coffee and then put her jacket on. As they stood up to leave he leaned over to me and said, "Have fun with Art History. I remember taking that class a long time ago. I responded with a smile and said, "You're right, I will. Thanks!" - - I should of had him take the quiz for me or at least help me out...because it's history right...he and I would have learned the same things about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought this was a cute story - here they are an elderly couple sitting in a Starbucks surrounded by college students...I couldn't help but think that they were perhaps smiling inside due to the fact that we, college age kids, are the younger generation creating/learning/teaching this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;keep instilling in me the ability to learn and grow in every area of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-970715581667376634?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/970715581667376634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=970715581667376634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/970715581667376634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/970715581667376634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/hearing-aids-and-starbucks.html' title='Hearing Aids and Starbucks'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-1159183529616251160</id><published>2008-11-10T20:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:19:42.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night of Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>So I've been going through some old pictures, and this one...well...is priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs can mean so much - and to me, they mean more than anything. I'm a hugger, and proud* This picture made me stop and think about moments in my life where I've been completely wrapped up in the arms of my friends and family. Happy moments, sad ones, tragic, scary, just for the heck of it....hugs. There's just something about them that makes me smile, every time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SRjdLUGk2-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/5D6iZ7eHtws/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SRjdLUGk2-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/5D6iZ7eHtws/s320/sarah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267202950654385122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....meanwhile I'm listening to a new iTunes download - James Morrison "Songs For You, Truths For me" (i love it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-1159183529616251160?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/1159183529616251160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=1159183529616251160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1159183529616251160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1159183529616251160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-of-reminiscing.html' title='A Night of Reminiscing'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SRjdLUGk2-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/5D6iZ7eHtws/s72-c/sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5272886345197111419</id><published>2008-11-08T15:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:44:33.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fallison.m.reynolds%2Falbumid%2F5266386901688240481%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-5272886345197111419?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5272886345197111419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5272886345197111419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5272886345197111419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5272886345197111419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/chick-nite.html' title='Chick Nite'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-988134832628345677</id><published>2008-11-07T15:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:54:11.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NewSpring Week 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I posted earlier, this week was an interview with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shaunti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feldhahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Some of her stories were a repeat from when she came to Granger a while back, but still I found it pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her book, For Women Only, discusses 7 revelations - due to time, they were only able to talk about 4 of them (The revelations are numbered, and then I open up a little bit about each one, seeing is how I'm not married - I tried to focus on the "singles" side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Men Need Respect - R.E.S.P.E.C.T.! *can you hear the song, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; that's what it's all about* Men have a completely different primary need in relationships, yes they want to be loved and cherished (like women, in fact that's our #1 need) - but for men it's different. They want their woman to be proud of them, they want to be trusted and admired. As women, we tend to show our love for our man, that's the easy part - - but to show them respect may be a little difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I know that when it comes to relationships I've said things to the other person that would not necessarily hurt me - but they come across differently to the guy. Men are wired differently than us, so we must be careful with what we say. For a young woman that is single, show your "flirting" side with him by the admiration you give - couldn't hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Men are Insecure - don't roll your eyes...(man or woman) - - it's very true. Here's the thing, if they do have so much self doubt, then here's the perfect opportunity for us ladies to build them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would have told me this a couple years ago, that most men (if not all) are insecure, I would have thought you were crazy. But as I've gotten older and I've had the chance to get to know the men in my life that I hold close to my heart, their insecurities are there! Some of them may do a better job at hiding them, but I can flat out tell you that I see it. As far as being single and knowing this, just be careful with your words. Like I said before, some of the things you may say can pierce a mans heart in a completely different way then you intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Men Want More Sex - this has nothing to do with the physical want/need - it has everything to do with the emotional need. Men want to feel desired by their woman. When a wife declines, he feels as though he's not wanted and that his wife doesn't desire him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sex is an odd topic - especially when your young, single, and waiting. Here's what I got though...&lt;br /&gt;young boys and girls out there - a boy may pressure a girl into doing things she's never thought about doing, but because she "loves" him - - she gives in. Now that young man probably wonders if he can trust that girl again, thinking that if she gave into him that she would go and do the same thing with some other guy. (make sense?) So the best way to keep from falling into that trap...it's easy....just say "no". The guy may think your immature, but honestly deep down in his heart he respects you for making such a wise decision. And if for some reason he doesn't think that now, he will later - - when he realizes what kind of situation he just put you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay so that was awkward....moving on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Men are Visual - No matter how godly a man is he can not NOT notice a woman dressed inappropriately. These images will continue to come across his mind every single day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shaunti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;told the story of "Home Depot Girl" - all the guy was doing was looking for power tools...but then this girl walks by and as much as he doesn't want to notice - he does. The image that he just saw can be burnt into his mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because when I see a movie with a good looking guy in it, I don't think anything of it. I don't continue thinking about how great he looked with his shirt off, but with men it's completely different. As women, especially young girls - we must be careful with the way we display ourselves. Yes, it's all about looking cute and wearing the next best thing - but because men are the way they are - - we gotta be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said - my notes aren't that great, but if you want more to chew on check out the service at &lt;a href="http://www.newspring.cc/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;newspring&lt;/span&gt;.cc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to relate to a bunch of this stuff, but I wanted to have a post about it in case there are people that are following up on these services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-988134832628345677?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/988134832628345677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=988134832628345677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/988134832628345677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/988134832628345677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/newspring-week-3_07.html' title='NewSpring Week 3'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-7321562936760876522</id><published>2008-11-06T11:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:57:31.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NewSpring Week 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.newspring.cc/series/beautiful"&gt;An interview with Shaunti Feldhahn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author of &lt;a href="http://shaunti.com/BooksStudies/ForWomenOnly/AbouttheBook/tabid/168/Default.aspx"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt;  and so many others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to watch this service - Look for a post about it in the next few days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-7321562936760876522?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/7321562936760876522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=7321562936760876522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7321562936760876522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7321562936760876522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/newspring-week-3.html' title='NewSpring Week 3'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-7484540950703158385</id><published>2008-11-05T05:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:25:00.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>INFJ - yep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night I was able to chat it up with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://skoutz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; over some smoothies and gelato - good things! We had a discussion about last weeks GSM message on "Shape" and also took a little test on Facebook (MyType) - - This is what I learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wanna know why I am who I am?...continue reading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;INFJ - Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strengths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-warm and affirming by nature&lt;br /&gt;-dedicated to achieving the ultimate relationship&lt;br /&gt;-sensitive and concerned for others' feelings&lt;br /&gt;-usually have good communication skills, especially written&lt;br /&gt;-take their commitments very seriously, and seek lifelong relationships&lt;br /&gt;-have very high expectations for themselves and others (both a strength and weakness)&lt;br /&gt;-good listeners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weaknesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tendency to hold back part of themselves&lt;br /&gt;-extreme dislike of conflict and criticism&lt;br /&gt;-have very high expectations for themselves and others (both a strength and weakness)&lt;br /&gt;-not good with money or practical day-to-day life necessities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With life in general INFJs tend to be quite forceful, original and sensitive. We are extremely intuitive about people and mostly concerned with their feelings. They know things intuitively, without being able to pinpoint why, and without detailed knowledge of the subject at hand. INFJs are rarely at complete peace with themselves - there's always something else they should be doing to improve themselves and the world around them. They believe in constant growth, and don't often take time to revel in their accomplishments. In the workplace, the INFJ usually shows up in areas where they can be creative and somewhat independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With relationships - INFJ is a deeply warm and caring person who is highly invested in the health of their close relationships, and puts forth a lot of effort to make them positive. They are valued by those close to them for these special qualities. We want to receive affirmation from those we care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Overall this test was pretty accurate. Might I suggest that you log onto Facebook and take it yourself. Sarah and I figured out that we are complete opposites (that's why we're friends) haha. I can help her with certain things (feelings and what not) and she can totally help me understand a more concrete way of looking at issues. I am extermely grateful that her and I crossed paths by mistake about a year ago (happy 1 year!!)  =) LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4941766862206206686-7484540950703158385?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/7484540950703158385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=7484540950703158385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7484540950703158385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7484540950703158385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/infj-yep.html' title='INFJ - yep'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-4112371790239874291</id><published>2008-11-04T20:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:51:43.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SRD4Ay2I-dI/AAAAAAAAAjs/tzH6VakRbb8/s1600-h/photo-735421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980656928651730" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SRD4Ay2I-dI/AAAAAAAAAjs/tzH6VakRbb8/s320/photo-735421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Miss Sarah Koutz&lt;br /&gt;Fun conversation - cup doodles -&lt;br /&gt;I love floating alongside this girl in our boats! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-4112371790239874291?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/4112371790239874291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=4112371790239874291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4112371790239874291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4112371790239874291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-conversation-cup-doodles-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SRD4Ay2I-dI/AAAAAAAAAjs/tzH6VakRbb8/s72-c/photo-735421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-8078814508215477954</id><published>2008-11-03T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:41:39.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SQ9F481sB2I/AAAAAAAAAjk/hnsafmxPbQM/s1600-h/photo-799863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SQ9F481sB2I/AAAAAAAAAjk/hnsafmxPbQM/s320/photo-799863.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264503334125700962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have to create a map - this is what I have so far....how do I make  &lt;br&gt;this thing resemble a map?? Whatever happened to a &amp;quot;treasure map&amp;quot; I&amp;#39;ve  &lt;br&gt;gotta always think outside the box...dumb idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-8078814508215477954?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/8078814508215477954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=8078814508215477954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8078814508215477954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8078814508215477954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-tree.html' title='My Tree'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SQ9F481sB2I/AAAAAAAAAjk/hnsafmxPbQM/s72-c/photo-799863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-4682857538550530209</id><published>2008-11-02T14:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:46:50.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indy Cops - "Protecting and Serving"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;So below are 3 pictures from outside my brother's store in downtown Indianapolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what's going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SQ4DNHrW4FI/AAAAAAAAAjM/BYCPAJKfQJo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SQ4DNHrW4FI/AAAAAAAAAjM/BYCPAJKfQJo/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264148538376773714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SQ4DYeNR9II/AAAAAAAAAjU/UAxB6rLFvAI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SQ4DYeNR9II/AAAAAAAAAjU/UAxB6rLFvAI/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264148733403198594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SQ4Dfa_4yTI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Aczgcs1laag/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SQ4Dfa_4yTI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Aczgcs1laag/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264148852800801074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What did you come up with!? If you haven't got a clue, let me please tell you what you see =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the first photo you have a cop walking back to his car after a quick lunch, with a bystander - looking through his window and noticing that he has in fact LOCKED his keys in his car. (whoops!) He tries a hanger - - and that doesn't seem to be working. So what does he do? Oh he does what any cop would do in such a serious situation...call backup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second picture - You have the "quick to answer the call" backup cop - - and he finds out that he doesn't have the proper tool to fix the situation. So he decides to bring in the big-guns. (And by this time my brother, Eric, is loving his job! He's laughing so hard he can't stand it, and he's only WAITING for the guys to radio in another cop...but though that it would make the story even better if the 3rd car came screeching in with his lights on...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3rd picture - - Eric got his wish! A third car, lights and all, come in to save the day! So about an hour and a half later the cop finally was able to rescue his keys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good Story!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-4682857538550530209?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/4682857538550530209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=4682857538550530209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4682857538550530209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4682857538550530209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/11/indy-cops-protecting-and-serving.html' title='Indy Cops - &quot;Protecting and Serving&quot;'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SQ4DNHrW4FI/AAAAAAAAAjM/BYCPAJKfQJo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-4299141269570542875</id><published>2008-10-31T16:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:25:23.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NewSpring Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newspring.cc/series/beautiful"&gt;"A Wife Worth Finding"&lt;/a&gt; (hey guys....yes boys....go watch this - I even linked it for you*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hearing the title I was a bit confused as to how this would apply to me, being that I'm not married. Again, I was pleasantly surprised to find out I was wrong. My notes during this session are a bit random and kind of hard to read - I hope you're able to follow them. While most of this was yes, focused primarily on married women, Perry did have quite a few points to make toward us single ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was all about understanding the fact that the King is enthralled by your beauty. Some girls think that if the King is indeed enthralled by my beauty, why haven't people picked up on it yet. The biggest barrier for other people seeing the beauty in YOU is YOU. You've gotta be aware that what you say, how you act, your character - - - allows people to see you in a specific light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, maybe Jesus wants to bring those insecurities to the surface (you know, the things we feel make us "not beautiful") not to punish us, but to refine us so that others can see the true beauty in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 31:10 - A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies.&lt;br /&gt;(strive to be a woman of character!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perry threw in several things about guys - but mainly voiced that guys just need to grow up and grow a pair =) Which I believe is so true! - - if you are interested in a girl, ask her out. The worst thing that could happen is that she'll say no, but who cares!? Be a man and just ask her out, because in all honesty - - she probably wants you to.&lt;br /&gt;(........moving on...........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perry broke down "wife" into 4 things&lt;br /&gt;W - Words (how do you use your words?)&lt;br /&gt;I - Intentionality (are you intentional about placing his needs as a priority)&lt;br /&gt;F - Forgiveness (do you hold pass mistakes against him?)&lt;br /&gt;E - Expectations (are you expecting God to do things in everyone else, but won't allow Him to get those things through you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it all boils down to is character. Asking God to make you a woman of character is key - not asking him to bring to you a perfect man (...not gonna happen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-4299141269570542875?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/4299141269570542875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=4299141269570542875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4299141269570542875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4299141269570542875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/newspring-week-2.html' title='NewSpring Week 2'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-1746151157208307053</id><published>2008-10-29T06:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:21:50.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if you're a guy you should check out NewSprings series on women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skoutz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah Koutz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; informed me about the series, and when I saw the feedback of how great it was - I knew I had to check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first week is on being beautiful. What makes us beautiful, what do we center our attention on that leads us to think we're beautiful - or not beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture for this week focused entirely on Psalm 45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perry listed 6 things that we tend to wrap our identity around - believing us to think that those things make us beautiful: Appearance, house, kids, relationships, career and religion. He then told us to write down a quality in someone that we admire...and I dare you to try this. What I wrote down had NOTHING to do with the 6 things. So if that's the case, if what we see in other people isn't what we see in ourselves, then why not live to be what we admire the most in other people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There were several things mentioned throughout the message that I only hope our High School (and MS) girls understand. Psalm 45: 11 - &lt;em&gt;The King is enthralled by your beauty&lt;/em&gt;. We weren't made from dirt, we were to be made special - beautiful. You need to see yourself the way God sees you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perry talked a lot about relationships - and there's something about relationships that fires me up. Maybe it's because I didn't date in high school, didn't really see the point - thought all guys were dirtbags....I dunno =) So when I see young girls in relationships, it scares me to think they are just settling....for now - - until something better comes along. Whyyy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well that's enough for now - if you want more, and I think you do, then go check out the service for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;NewSpring - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newspring.cc/series/beautiful"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, Beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-1746151157208307053?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/1746151157208307053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=1746151157208307053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1746151157208307053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1746151157208307053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/must-watch.html' title='Must Watch'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-4739792086984293584</id><published>2008-10-28T15:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:54:43.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>U Serious Clark!? =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it snowed last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure how i feel about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait - yes i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dislike it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;very very very very&lt;/span&gt; much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it wasn't even a cool snow....it was like white wet massive drops (huge drops) of melting stuff that fell from the sky...if it's going to snow...bring on the fluffy stuff - for real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's all i have to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and can i please note that it's october...??? real cool =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-4739792086984293584?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/4739792086984293584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=4739792086984293584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4739792086984293584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4739792086984293584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/u-serious-clark.html' title='U Serious Clark!? =)'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-8189287867352839322</id><published>2008-10-27T06:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:48:56.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GSM 10/26</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The leaders meeting was fantastic! This was my first time gathering with everyone, middle school leaders included - and it was so encouraging. After sitting there for a while, DC announced that we would get the chance to group up and talk with other leaders. As exciting as that sounded...I started sweating. He informed us that the numbers at our seats matched other peoples - we were suppose to find them, and well...talk. It was chaotic, loud, everyone was moving, ohhhh I was freaking out. Over the past few years at GSM I've learned that I'm not as "random" as I thought I was...and activities like that (although fun once you get settled) tend to make my blood pressure rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;During our group chat I was paired up with another high school leader and 1 middle school leader. I loved every second of it, you can sense so much passion with these leaders. The middle school leader is a Freshman in High School, and has so much drive and character it was amazing. It's incredibly motivating to see students that we (adults) lead, have the chance to lead younger students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think students grow the most during their MS and HS years.  To know that I have been blessed with the chance to lead along side some of the most influential people is awesome - and it's even better to see other students do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, our student ministry team kicks major butt...and I love being a part of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-8189287867352839322?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/8189287867352839322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=8189287867352839322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8189287867352839322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8189287867352839322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/gsm-1026.html' title='GSM 10/26'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5510474889894458923</id><published>2008-10-23T15:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:23:05.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HEARt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Check this out - - “hear” in “heart”….we must have a loving, trusting, listening, patient heart (…just like Him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all the answers you want are in the silence He gives. Think about it - the silence could be discipline. His silence could be that He's just listening - God's a fantastic listener. Noise is so common to us and silence isn't, so when we're forced to just sit tight and wait...we freak out - When in reality, we could be experiencing the silence of God's mercy.&lt;br /&gt;When we're suffering He comes to us. The fact is that we are never closer to Christ than when we suffer with Him.&lt;br /&gt;God never wastes pain &gt; suffering redeems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on God is an act of obedience. Waiting also requires a trusting heart, which can be a little scary - - but be confident that HE is in control! BUT...be confident to know that you are NOT in control. It's called humility, and we all struggle with it. Welcome to the real world =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-His silence deepens my pursuit of Him&lt;br /&gt;-God is more concerned with growth than getting stuff&lt;br /&gt; -the word “no” is at times more loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abba, into Your hands I commit my spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-5510474889894458923?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5510474889894458923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5510474889894458923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5510474889894458923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5510474889894458923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/heart.html' title='HEARt'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-3800590983703622709</id><published>2008-10-21T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:23:02.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad student</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SP5INjCDizI/AAAAAAAAAis/mxXSYo2XOfY/s1600-h/photo-782865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SP5INjCDizI/AAAAAAAAAis/mxXSYo2XOfY/s320/photo-782865.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259720812394679090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I should really be working on stuff in class...&lt;br&gt;Instead I&amp;#39;m catching up on my blog reader....&lt;br&gt;And listening to the wonderful...&lt;br&gt;The great....&lt;br&gt;Jon McLaughlin&lt;p&gt;La di da...is it Friday yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-3800590983703622709?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/3800590983703622709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=3800590983703622709&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3800590983703622709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3800590983703622709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-student.html' title='Bad student'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/4768055190060181664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=4768055190060181664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4768055190060181664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4768055190060181664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/m-game.html' title='M&amp;M game'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SPy67SE8mEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/v0gVmuMZlVY/s72-c/photo-777176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-196216131291113386</id><published>2008-10-20T06:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:53:18.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My weekend started on Thursday - because I got to spend time with a bunch great people for an amazing purpose...the welcome home visit from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gess&lt;/span&gt; Huff. As soon as she sat down stories started rolling, and the height of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; trip made it that much more exciting. I hadn't gotten to spend time with this group for a while so it was really nice to catch up. We'll just say that Uptown Kitchen was extremely blessed to have us all there...being loud...and crazy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v353/147/93/23308188/n23308188_37369145_3153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the "Slumber Party" - since all the men were at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mens&lt;/span&gt; Retreat, Mrs. Aquila and I took it upon ourselves to have a few girls over for a retreat of our own. Pizza, cookies, movies, laughter, STORIES....it was a good time. Whether it's taking giant leaps with these girls, or just sitting down for a movie - we all get a chance to learn from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v353/147/93/23308188/n23308188_37369147_3749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the start of "family weekend" down in Indy where Eric took us on a nice little bike ride =) We like to joke around that I had the "hummer" of bikes...so I didn't enjoy this stroll as much as everyone else - but we managed to make it fun (like always). I had woken up that morning to a lovely cold, so after our adventurous bike ride - - I felt like crap. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Buuuut&lt;/span&gt; it was off to dinner to meet up with some old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday rolled around and all I wanted to do was sleep...so I drove home from Eric's and made that happen. With a little nap, I was ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GSM&lt;/span&gt;. We were blessed with Jason Miller's wonderful worship...and DC rocked out. I absolutely love serving with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GSM&lt;/span&gt; team...us female leaders got together afterwards to chat about our upcoming "Chick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nite&lt;/span&gt;" event. Get excited girls, it's going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fuuuunnn&lt;/span&gt;!! =) And that's all I'm gonna say*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and after all of that....the Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; lost....such a sad story*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-196216131291113386?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/196216131291113386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=196216131291113386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/196216131291113386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/196216131291113386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-weekend-recap.html' title='Another Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5412345959480674120</id><published>2008-10-17T17:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:43:56.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...Through your head or through your spirit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SPkHERw9GEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/U6BrUZVYHPU/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SPkHERw9GEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/U6BrUZVYHPU/s320/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258241810001369154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Are you going to drink from the fountain that's muddy and polluted, or will you feast your eyes on the fountain of clean drinking water??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head or Spirit - - which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks to another individual that made me really stop and think about this. his words to me..."so you understand it in your head, but it hasn't gotten to your heart yet?" - Thanks for waking me up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-5412345959480674120?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5412345959480674120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5412345959480674120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5412345959480674120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5412345959480674120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-thought.html' title='one thought'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SPkHERw9GEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/U6BrUZVYHPU/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-3957720531737438632</id><published>2008-10-15T08:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:30:13.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct 15, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Looking back through my journal - I found a few random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Entry:&lt;br /&gt;If you're not afraid to be rejected, you keep putting your hand up. If you're not afraid to be ignored, you keep putting yourself out there. If you're not afraid to be criticized, you do exactly what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer requests went along with that entry. It was becoming evident that certain relationships were going to change - mostly for the better. I wrote about how my stomach was in knots and how I wanted to be able to communicate what I was feeling without confusing the other person. (Funny how that feeling still exists, but I have gotten better at it. Now instead of a knot - it's more like a crazy insane butterfly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about a particular song, and what it meant to me. I did this often, and found that it helped bring sense into my relationship with God. His sense of humor continues to amaze me, and reminds me to never get too comfortable with where I'm at - for fear I may lose sight of what the big picture really is. I thanked God for putting such 'comfortable' people around me, reminding me to keep my focus - and be that accountability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That particular entry was about 2 very important people in my life. People that I had grown extremely attached to in a short period of time, one by a pure mistake (but I wouldn't have it any other way) and the other by common interests, expectations and continuous run-ins (but over time finding out we are 2 very different people - but it still works somehow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether they know who they are or not, they continue to be a vital part in my journey - so Thanks =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-3957720531737438632?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/3957720531737438632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=3957720531737438632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3957720531737438632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3957720531737438632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/oct-15-2007.html' title='Oct 15, 2007'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-419963558430104101</id><published>2008-10-15T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:48:07.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Viola!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SPXmh7J7tZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-tcAypwpz6k/s1600-h/photo-787359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SPXmh7J7tZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-tcAypwpz6k/s320/photo-787359.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257361610514347410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our prayers were answered!&lt;br&gt;Time to indulge in Excel =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-419963558430104101?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/419963558430104101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=419963558430104101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/419963558430104101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/419963558430104101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/viola.html' title='Viola!!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SPXmh7J7tZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-tcAypwpz6k/s72-c/photo-787359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-9185384023145179954</id><published>2008-10-15T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:30:30.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer malfunction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SPXiZtuK2HI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2LYLAFAKPbY/s1600-h/photo-730191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SPXiZtuK2HI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2LYLAFAKPbY/s320/photo-730191.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257357071422773362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Soo...I think this tiny spring should have stayed INSIDE the laptop -  &lt;br&gt;how can something this small cause such a tremendous problem??&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s why u buy a MAC =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-9185384023145179954?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/9185384023145179954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=9185384023145179954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/9185384023145179954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/9185384023145179954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/computer-malfunction.html' title='Computer malfunction'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SPXiZtuK2HI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2LYLAFAKPbY/s72-c/photo-730191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5020069229346438976</id><published>2008-10-13T09:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:17:59.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was recently talking with a friend when he totally called me out on my "over analytical self". Talk about a smack in the face but one I totally needed (and sadly need often) - Due to my personality type, which is still undergoing some major shifts...I tend to look for a huge monster problem instead of truly engaging on what matters. When I think too far into things I end up creating problems for myself and/or others that wouldn't normally exist. Peachy right!? Not exactly, it's quite frustrating. Sometimes I need that dose of reality, and for someone to call me out on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to that friend, older and wiser than I (by maybe 10 years)....Thank you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the days of the desponding and afflicted are made evil [by anxious thoughts and forebodings], but he who has a glad heart has a continual feast [regardless of circumstances].&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 15:15&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/4941766862206206686-5020069229346438976?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5020069229346438976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5020069229346438976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5020069229346438976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5020069229346438976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-recently-talking-with-friend-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-6178560529700671739</id><published>2008-10-13T08:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:47:36.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i like this picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SPNDSlRdRoI/AAAAAAAAAew/SFDxL1mFsjU/s1600-h/Mardelay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256619176593540738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SPNDSlRdRoI/AAAAAAAAAew/SFDxL1mFsjU/s400/Mardelay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4941766862206206686-6178560529700671739?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/6178560529700671739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=6178560529700671739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/6178560529700671739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/6178560529700671739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-like-this-picture.html' title='i like this picture'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SPNDSlRdRoI/AAAAAAAAAew/SFDxL1mFsjU/s72-c/Mardelay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-6136381670668915023</id><published>2008-10-10T14:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:47:22.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;do you sometimes feel like you're in this alone?&lt;br /&gt;that if life throws you one more thing you won't be able to cope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this last week at school was a disaster, and as much as i hate it -&lt;br /&gt;i have to stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;the teachers may be awful, the projects aren't always going to be fun, people aren't going to always like your work. i learned that the tough way yesterday while i sat patiently in the 3rd row while up in front (on a huge screen) stood my work for the entire class to critique. i got knots in my stomach as people started to talk - it was all good criticism but all i wanted to do was run and hide (or at least turn in everything like it was, because i couldn't bring myself to fix anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while that's only one part of my life that is a struggle, there's a lot more to my story. i'm the type of person that if i get stressed out enough and then someone throws me one more thing to deal with...i break. my shell isn't as strong as i THINK it is, and can i just admit - - i hate when i'm wrong about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these lyrics might not have anything to do with what i just wrote, but i love it anyways! it's off jon mcluaghlin's new cd. the man is amazing, his cd is great - - i suggest you purchase it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON, COME ON&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE GOT TO MOVE ON&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT THE YOU I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;THIS ISN'T REAL&lt;br /&gt;IT'S JUST ALL YOU CAN FEEL&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT'S THE WAY THAT FEELINGS GO&lt;br /&gt;AND WHETHER OR NOT IT'S RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;OR WRONG YOU'LL DO WHAT YOU WILL DO&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THE CLOUD IN THE SKY STARTS TO POUR&lt;br /&gt;AND YOUR LIFE IS JUST A STORM YOU'RE BRAVING&lt;br /&gt;DON'T TELL YOURSELF YOU CAN'T LEAN ON&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE ELSE CAUSE WE ALL NEED SAVING SOMETIMES&lt;br /&gt;SAY WHAT YOU WILL BUT THE TIME THAT&lt;br /&gt;WE FILL WHILE WE'RE ON THE EARTH SHOULD NOT BE ALONE&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE MEANT TO BE KNOWN&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAKE ME WHAT I'M WORTH&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CAN'T KEEP YOU FROM YOURSELF YOU'LL DO WHAT YOU WILL DO&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHY IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY AND I DON'T KNOW THE CURE&lt;br /&gt;BUT PLEASE BELIEVE SOMEONE HAS FELT THIS BEFORE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-6136381670668915023?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/6136381670668915023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=6136381670668915023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/6136381670668915023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/6136381670668915023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-sometimes-feel-like-youre-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-6111948575497209570</id><published>2008-10-08T08:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:19:59.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But when they deliver you up, do not be anxious about how&lt;br /&gt;or what you are to speak; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;for what you are to say will be given&lt;br /&gt;you in that very hour and moment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;for it is not you who are speaking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but the Spirit of your Father &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;speaking through you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Matthew 10:19-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that way too often I try to evaluate a situation before it happens. (Don't roll your eyes, you do the same thing) I sit there and put together every piece of the puzzle, mostly with conversations. Well if I bring this up, then here is what they will probably say...so on and so forth. We assume too much way too often. I have been known to start out a conversation like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You are going to think I'm crazy, roll your eyes, and probably think this is the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard...but....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly, why do I do that? If this person is as loving as I think they are it wouldn't matter what I have to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or you could just bring up part of the issue because the other part may lead them to think something else. It's all just way to confusing to me, conversations are tough but if we rely on the truth of the Holy Spirit to help guide us in the right direction - - we might find ourselves in that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shaky&lt;/span&gt; territory with more confidence.&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/4941766862206206686-6111948575497209570?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/6111948575497209570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=6111948575497209570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/6111948575497209570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/6111948575497209570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-when-they-deliver-you-up-do-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-811980971401562219</id><published>2008-10-05T13:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:00:57.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ah-hem!....now i feel better! =)</title><content type='html'>in regards to that last post - - i got my pick-me-up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was handed to me this morning on a silver platter full of delicious parts:&lt;br /&gt;-the early waking of a very sleepy girl (that being me)&lt;br /&gt;-my expertise in making my annoying phone work&lt;br /&gt; -and seeing that my so called "awful" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't have been so bad if i had been able to    receive any text messages. i don't think God wanted me to feel down and out, but he was perhaps trying to teach me a lesson. (one of which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still working on)&lt;br /&gt;-my readiness to get the day started off on the right foot, whether i wanted to go by myself or not: church was definitely in order and very much necessary&lt;br /&gt;-walking in and seeing the bright and shiny face of a very good friend....we both came alone! SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;-a talk with that very good friend about some life experiences and other not so wonderful things, and as it always turns out - she's had some wonderful things to say. things that i know are true, but sometimes let go of because it's just easier to get upset. *i know it sounds silly, but it's my reality!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is, i needed this weekend to happen. in all it's obscurities and faulty pieces, it made for quite a learning experience. like i said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still listening to the Teacher, and He's having one amazing lecture that I don't want to miss out on. He can be persistent, pushy, and a bit demanding - but it's all with a smile. He knows what's best for me, I just need to remember to lean in with trust, faith, and always confide in the One who knows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing is - - the weekend isn't over.&lt;br /&gt;okay kids, time to get back to 'class' =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i don't want to miss a beat*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-811980971401562219?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/811980971401562219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=811980971401562219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/811980971401562219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/811980971401562219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-hemnow-i-feel-better.html' title='ah-hem!....now i feel better! =)'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-1093875470575260591</id><published>2008-10-04T17:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:46:16.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever need a pick-me-up!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-1093875470575260591?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/1093875470575260591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=1093875470575260591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1093875470575260591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1093875470575260591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/10/ever-need-pick-me-up-i-do-lots-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-7920254854841671230</id><published>2008-09-29T10:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:19:27.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me so tired - Me must blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hiya friends! So I'm taking the time to blog a little bit because if I don't, everyone in the office will find me on the floor sleeping...(and that is not good!) So here's the breakdown of my weekend*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/127/120/62401101/n62401101_30541015_928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday (somewhat weekend) - I spent the day at Starbucks with a fellow photographer editing pictures and then we hit up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ritter's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for some Blueberry Glaciers...YUM! My day was packed and the night was even better! I met the girls at Hacienda for some din-din and then headed back to the Mann's residence for some hang out time. Some of us started with crafts, while others started watching Sex In The City (also known as the "trashy flick" - thank you Kim!) Sarah did a great job with taking pictures, and was even kind enough to have Chloe and I in on the action. After a few hours we all found ourselves downstairs attacking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with some outstanding athletic moves - - okay...truthfully - Chloe kicked my butt! The night was great - it was definitely needed in my book*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/127/120/62401101/n62401101_30541029_2981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday - I met one of our fabulous high school girls for lunch. We hadn't seen each other in ages, and it was nice to chat about life, school, relationships, church, family, work - then whole crazy thing! She has an amazing head on her shoulders, and is extremely motivated - I can't wait to see what she ends up doing after her Senior year. I got a chance to invite her back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, because she also had been taking some time off. Schedules get busy - but it was important for her to know how much she had been missed, and how much we all wanted her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Laaaaazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day! I finished my pictures and then got ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Low and behold my lovely friend from Saturday showed up! I was so pumped, the message was great and she came up to me afterwards thanking me for insisting her to show up. It's always nice to spend the evening with the everyone at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - all the students are phenomenal, and the funny thing is - - no matter the age difference, we continue to push each other. I was greeted with tons of hugs and and got to reconnect with a couple people I hadn't seen in a while - -so great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-7920254854841671230?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/7920254854841671230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=7920254854841671230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7920254854841671230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/7920254854841671230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-so-tired-me-must-blog.html' title='Me so tired - Me must blog!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5684356747313125195</id><published>2008-09-23T11:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:19:28.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I walked into class and noticed one of my old professors talking to some students. I didn't say anything, and I didn't even know if she would remember me. To my surprise she came back about 20 minutes later and said "Hey Allison, are you double majoring?" She's asking me this because last year I was in her graphics class but was also taking several photography classes. I answered her by saying, "You know, I think I'm just going to switch completely over to Graphic Design." She didn't look surprised, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; she said "That seems like a great idea, you would be great at it." Over the past several weeks I've been stressing myself out with this whole "artistic" thing because I can't draw to save my life. I told her this, and she totally lifted my spirits. Saying that drawing thumbnails is just helpful to show placement, the more you work at it the better you'll get. She said I should look into taking a drawing class, but to not stress out about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to hear from her, that 10 minute conversation kind of made me realize that maybe I'm on the right track with all of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-5684356747313125195?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5684356747313125195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5684356747313125195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5684356747313125195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5684356747313125195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/09/quick-chat.html' title='a quick chat'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-710503955627919082</id><published>2008-09-21T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:49:59.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BINGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNbPl4gjOCI/AAAAAAAAAak/0yi4HkB3INE/s1600-h/photo-799801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNbPl4gjOCI/AAAAAAAAAak/0yi4HkB3INE/s320/photo-799801.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248610665477912610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Good times!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-710503955627919082?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/710503955627919082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=710503955627919082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/710503955627919082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/710503955627919082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/09/bingo.html' title='BINGO'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNbPl4gjOCI/AAAAAAAAAak/0yi4HkB3INE/s72-c/photo-799801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-4184665981738773949</id><published>2008-09-21T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:01:11.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look ma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNZht1DpkGI/AAAAAAAAAac/eegLiCNads8/s1600-h/photo-771289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNZht1DpkGI/AAAAAAAAAac/eegLiCNads8/s320/photo-771289.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248489855711285346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Okay so the first time I tried blogging this it didn&amp;#39;t work - so i&amp;#39;m  &lt;br&gt;trying again.&lt;p&gt;I caught a big one* haha&lt;br&gt;Nice attempt....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-4184665981738773949?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/4184665981738773949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=4184665981738773949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4184665981738773949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4184665981738773949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-ma.html' title='Look ma!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNZht1DpkGI/AAAAAAAAAac/eegLiCNads8/s72-c/photo-771289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-8979622823810392288</id><published>2008-09-20T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:45:34.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Up at 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNTwbrXyQuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Pz2pR_HH5PI/s1600-h/photo-734470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNTwbrXyQuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Pz2pR_HH5PI/s320/photo-734470.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248083824083092194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This lake is massive! Last night we found ourselves a little cove and  &lt;br&gt;Eric did a great job parking us in. My dads birthday extravaganza is  &lt;br&gt;off to a great start and everyone is having a good time.&lt;p&gt;Ps - sharing a tiny room with a sibling is difficult! I might give  &lt;br&gt;Eric a black eye before the weekend is over*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-8979622823810392288?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/8979622823810392288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=8979622823810392288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8979622823810392288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8979622823810392288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/09/up-at-8.html' title='Up at 8'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNTwbrXyQuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Pz2pR_HH5PI/s72-c/photo-734470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-4872569822417278229</id><published>2008-09-19T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:11:40.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNPrXKhpcLI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9ROp7zr9tOY/s1600-h/photo-700822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNPrXKhpcLI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9ROp7zr9tOY/s320/photo-700822.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247796774011760818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eric is trying to make the letter &amp;quot;K&amp;quot; and I apparently think &amp;quot;Life is  &lt;br&gt;great!&amp;quot; haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-4872569822417278229?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/4872569822417278229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=4872569822417278229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4872569822417278229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4872569822417278229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/09/almost-there.html' title='Almost there!!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNPrXKhpcLI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9ROp7zr9tOY/s72-c/photo-700822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-6285764373817607791</id><published>2008-09-19T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:41:10.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNOr92isN-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/NySVBgvi5gg/s1600-h/photo-770208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNOr92isN-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/NySVBgvi5gg/s320/photo-770208.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247727069918148578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With a Starbucks in hand, we are on our way to Kentucky!!&lt;p&gt;Hey mom, Eric says hi!! See u Monday night*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-6285764373817607791?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/6285764373817607791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=6285764373817607791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/6285764373817607791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/6285764373817607791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-road.html' title='On the road...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SNOr92isN-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/NySVBgvi5gg/s72-c/photo-770208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-8267585072387025752</id><published>2008-09-17T09:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:46:07.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week I had a strange dream. I usually don't remember them, but this one....this one I remember everything. I guess at the end of this you can let me know what you think is up - or if my explanation of it makes most sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I lay there, on my stomach (because that's the most comfortable), hands under pillow - nice and snug. All of a sudden I feel someone kiss my forehead (and by feel...I mean feel...it was so real), they also put one of their hands under my pillow to where I was able to hold it. After they so gently kissed me on the forehead they took their free hand and pressed my head into my pillow (trying to suffocate me, I guess). While I was holding their hand, I tried to squeeze it...letting them know that this was freaking me out. I then tried to scream, but as I tried to scream nothing came out. It was like my vocal cords were stripped - and no matter what I tried to do, nothing was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized that this was just a dream, I was scared to open my eyes - fearing that there would actually be someone standing next to my bed. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I've figured out - not that I'm looking into becoming a dream analyzer - but seriously, when I remember something with this much detail...I just get a little curious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are suffocating, signifies that you are feeling smothered or oppressed by some situation/relationship. Something or someone is holding you back. You are experiencing stress and tension. (HELLO - - DEAD ON!) To dream of a kiss on the forehead represents protection, security and affection. (uh...alrighty. Not quite sure what to think of that, to me it was a sign that I need to give space to certain relationships - and not hold them back from what ever they are wanting to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-8267585072387025752?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/8267585072387025752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=8267585072387025752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8267585072387025752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8267585072387025752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-5024886937082736501</id><published>2008-09-17T08:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:27:09.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stargazer"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.waterwayadventures.com/Portals/2/stargazer.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.waterwayadventures.com/Portals/2/stargazer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please keep the laughter to a minimum - - this is it, slide and all! Our house for the weekend - we are heading to Lake Cumberland in Burnside, KY for a weekend getaway for my dad's 53rd Birthday Extravaganza! Dad, Eric, Malinda, Doug, Tina, Jeff, Corena, Hizar and I will be living the 80's high life in this thing for 4 days. Eric is the "El Capitan", at least that's what he's calling himself - so please pray for us :) Although I'm not too worried, Eric's pretty trustworthy, and he did type out a pretty sweet powerpoint for all of us - telling us all the necessary details for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave tomorrow night after my class for my 3rd trip to Indy this month. Eric, Hizar and I will wake up early Friday morning and make our way to KY - stopping first before we get there to take care of a few things. The rest of the crew is heading out tomorrow night and driving to Cinci and spending the night - meeting up with us Friday sometime. We need food - drink - polls (for fishing) - biodegradable toilet paper...ha! - ipod (or cassettes...whatever) - games (catch phrase please!) - camera (for all those kodak moments) - bathing suits (it's suppose to be 80 and above all weekend!) - and what ever else we think we might need....any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm excited to spend some time with everyone - not quite sure what we're going to be doing the whole time we're out there...but we all need a getaway right about now. Mel and I are just excited to fish....gotta get food somehow - leave it to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans....get some last minute rays before this Indiana weather gets really crappy*&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/4941766862206206686-5024886937082736501?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/5024886937082736501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=5024886937082736501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5024886937082736501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/5024886937082736501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/09/stargazer.html' title='&quot;Stargazer&quot;'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-312636761042649399</id><published>2008-09-17T08:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:26:59.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Stressin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Basically lots has changed in world of Allison - but I'm not stressin'. School isn't awesome, but it's gotta be done - so the work that comes along with it needs to be accomplished at some point. Last week I made myself sick, seriously, with the fact that I had so much to do. This week...notta chance! I'm letting the professors do their teaching thing, and when they hand me stuff I take it with a smile. *Even though I have no clue what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never be afraid to ask questions&lt;/strong&gt; - I made myself look like a complete idiot last week and oh well! I went up and said "so..umm...these thumbnails!? we are suppose to actually put pencil to paper and draw??? cuz i can't draw" - Teach looked at me with that "teach look" and said "Yes, you need to draw your ideas out on paper, you can't draw??" That's a big negative! Imagine a young child, that's blind - perhaps drawing with their feet....and THAT would be better than what I tried to do yesterday in class. But as I looked over to the guy next to me...he was doing the same thing..Saaaweeeet!! We're on the same page - awesome =) Although, one of the dudes is a tattoo artist - - so he's pretty decent....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hhhmmm....tattoos.....&lt;br /&gt;I've got plenty - - or do I??? haha (just kidding mom, I'm good for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-312636761042649399?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/312636761042649399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=312636761042649399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/312636761042649399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/312636761042649399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-stressin.html' title='Not Stressin&apos;'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-4116818059330460322</id><published>2008-09-14T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:22:40.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun For Sure!</title><content type='html'>Okay so the concert was a HIT last night! I arrived in Indy right on time...but might I add I had to run by Eric's, let the puppies out, and then drive his car back to the store. (Indy is a very confusing place to drive....especially when all Eric's directions were "Al, just keep going south and east!") Yeah, okay, south and east...got ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into Lucas Oil around 4 and didn't walk out until midnight - AMAZING! Luke Bryan started things off (don't really know him)...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; Eric and I walked around the stadium. That's where I bumped into "Kenny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chesney&lt;/span&gt; Wannabe". After Luke it was Gary Allan....he did great! We had seen him once before at the Country Concert, he always delivers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LeAnne&lt;/span&gt; Rimes was next and she well....did okay. Eric and I were too impressed. Keith Urban was PHENOM! The whole time I was wondering why he was opening up for Kenny....weird. Kenny was next and he played for a good 3 hours. Eric and I stood in the stands and sang our hearts out all night. I'm pretty sure everyone around us wanted to hit us...but we had a good time. We even did the awkward brother sister slow dance just to see if anyone would join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy Hagar was a negative - I guess he was a part of the tour earlier. Kenny did have Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kracker&lt;/span&gt; come out and sing a few songs with him - - it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and I ended jamming to Boys II Men on the way home, fake microphones and all...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they spent 1.3 million building the stage for the stadium (Lucas Oil wasn't meant for concerts...duh) They finally opened the roof up for Kenny and Keith...before that it was rather difficult to hear what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my random post about the concert - if you couldn't tell ..... I like to jump around a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-4116818059330460322?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/4116818059330460322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=4116818059330460322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4116818059330460322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/4116818059330460322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-for-sure.html' title='Fun For Sure!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-3657296170264119569</id><published>2008-09-12T18:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:11:41.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Me Some Country!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eric is taking me tomorrow night to check out some good '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; country music. He and I have been to concerts in the past, but this will be the first one in a long time. I'm rather excited - Kenny is great, but Keith is my favorite. I was able to check him out at the State Fair a few years ago, and from the 1st row...he is ridiculous on the guitar - - and might I mention rather good looking. So with those 2 artists, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LeAnne&lt;/span&gt; Rimes, Gary Allan, and Sammy Hagar - Eric and I are in for a great day tomorrow. The concert starts at 4, so I will leave for yet another weekend in Indianapolis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lincolnfinancialfield.com/assets/news/events-chesney-lff-525-0801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.lincolnfinancialfield.com/assets/news/events-chesney-lff-525-0801.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-3657296170264119569?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/3657296170264119569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=3657296170264119569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3657296170264119569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3657296170264119569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-me-some-country.html' title='I Love Me Some Country!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-3711387277141263539</id><published>2008-09-04T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:35:16.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SMCLJs9q2UI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7th4qy2wOyI/s1600-h/IMG_0025+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SMCLJs9q2UI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7th4qy2wOyI/s320/IMG_0025+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242342965064161602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SMCLEQ5KIII/AAAAAAAAAY0/bwHFBsM63uE/s1600-h/IMG_0027+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SMCLEQ5KIII/AAAAAAAAAY0/bwHFBsM63uE/s320/IMG_0027+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242342871629701250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long day at school - it was nice to meet up with some friends! These 3 girls are A-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mazing&lt;/span&gt;. While Nicole played around on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, Heather stole my iPhone for a little photo time. There was a lot of chatter, and at 9 o'clock we decided that each one of us had homework to do so we better head home. Life is crazy, days seem to slip away when schedules get insane...it was nice to put the books down, clear our heads and hang out with each other. The time you spend with people you care about and love to death is essential! I've come to learn that the hard way, but I wouldn't change it for the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a relief that tomorrow is Friday. Although my day will be mostly spent with my head in books...I know that if I get it all done tomorrow I can play for the next 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-3711387277141263539?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/3711387277141263539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=3711387277141263539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3711387277141263539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/3711387277141263539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-them.html' title='Love them!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SMCLJs9q2UI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7th4qy2wOyI/s72-c/IMG_0025+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-722678484488580611</id><published>2008-08-26T15:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:46:33.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dose of reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SLRdmVb6RbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Lu6XbSQGgII/s1600-h/photo-793547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SLRdmVb6RbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Lu6XbSQGgII/s320/photo-793547.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238915179709351346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So...class is in session!&lt;br&gt;Not quite sure how I feel about it yet, but so far so good.  &lt;br&gt;Well..minus my 1st class where I kind of, sort of, maybe, perhaps did  &lt;br&gt;something wrong to my computer! ...but other than that...rock on!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Time for another joyous class...just 2 more hours....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-722678484488580611?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/722678484488580611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=722678484488580611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/722678484488580611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/722678484488580611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/08/dose-of-reality.html' title='Dose of reality'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SLRdmVb6RbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Lu6XbSQGgII/s72-c/photo-793547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-8939797959568338476</id><published>2008-08-23T12:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:26:36.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks + Music + Friends = Pretty Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;The title pretty much says it all =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SLA5YCy0LkI/AAAAAAAAAYY/L7MR5wCCTIs/s1600-h/IMG_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SLA5YCy0LkI/AAAAAAAAAYY/L7MR5wCCTIs/s320/IMG_0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237749451861536322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SLA5eScNhfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/P6Dg3oPgztM/s1600-h/IMG_0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SLA5eScNhfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/P6Dg3oPgztM/s320/IMG_0184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237749559140910578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SLA5SAlF8mI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LXLZO9yOHb0/s1600-h/IMG_0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SLA5SAlF8mI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LXLZO9yOHb0/s320/IMG_0182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237749348187894370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-8939797959568338476?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/8939797959568338476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=8939797959568338476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8939797959568338476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/8939797959568338476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/08/starbucks-music-friends-pretty-perfect.html' title='Starbucks + Music + Friends = Pretty Perfect'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SLA5YCy0LkI/AAAAAAAAAYY/L7MR5wCCTIs/s72-c/IMG_0183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-1322035723685394327</id><published>2008-08-22T13:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:16:06.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;School hasn't even started yet - - and I'm already having book issues*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh next week should be FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941766862206206686-1322035723685394327?l=allymaureen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/feeds/1322035723685394327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941766862206206686&amp;postID=1322035723685394327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1322035723685394327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941766862206206686/posts/default/1322035723685394327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allymaureen.blogspot.com/2008/08/frustrations.html' title='Frustrations!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09041088657866360225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/S_GQH-OrltI/AAAAAAAABAk/kqygFzaHDXM/S220/allison'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941766862206206686.post-8918396623685649159</id><published>2008-08-20T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:31:25.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Melinda Howell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SKxU7nLmS9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ek-sSmfBupo/s1600-h/photo-785073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1BiwJdEXmlA/SKxU7nLmS9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ek-sSmfBupo/s320/photo-785073.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236653849831689170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Showing my love for Skin&amp;#39;s....aren&amp;#39;t you proud?!&lt;div 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