<?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-17596660</id><updated>2012-01-21T04:54:54.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logic. Math. Reality.</title><subtitle type='html'>AmandaYeager.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-1879923703958388235</id><published>2008-10-10T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:59:33.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloth Diapering Event 10/17</title><content type='html'>Jadabugs just called me to let me know they're holding an informal babywearing and cloth diapering informational event Friday afternoon/evening 10/17/08 at 5pm in their boutique located at 80150 Highway 111, Suite C-1, Indio (Jefferson and 111).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to learn about cloth diapering or babywearing (use of a sling) or if you have cloth diapers or slings to trade or sell you may bring them in to this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself use both! Or more specifically, Tristyn uses both :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloth diapering can appear tricky with all the modern options out there, but I can assure you its VERY simple and NOT icky! If you are curious, or want to check out some different styles of cloth diapers come to the event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's okay to come by between 5 and about 6:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jadabugs.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.formomsandbabies.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-1879923703958388235?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/1879923703958388235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=1879923703958388235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/1879923703958388235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/1879923703958388235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/10/cloth-diapering-event-1017.html' title='Cloth Diapering Event 10/17'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-2465111096796489437</id><published>2008-09-20T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:23:55.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chickadee Contest</title><content type='html'>My great friend Amber and another friend Shari are two cool mama chicks that just launched their very own &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fresh and hip girls' boutique&lt;/span&gt; online at &lt;a href="http://happychickadee.com"&gt;happychickadee.com&lt;/a&gt;.  They scour the globe to find super cute gifties, gear and clothes for girls under 4, and many are handmade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you head on over and check it, and while you're there enter in the &lt;a href="http://thehappychickadee.blogspot.com/2008/09/announcing-our-first-giveaway.html"&gt;contest&lt;/a&gt; they're holding on their &lt;a href="http://thehappychickadee.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S., they have a super cool &lt;a href="http://www.happychickadee.com/store/WsPages.asp?ID=3"&gt;Give Back&lt;/a&gt; program that sends a portion of their sales to 3 different charities.  See? I told you they were cool 'chicks'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happychickadee.com" title="Happy Chickadee" alt="A fresh &amp; hip girls boutique" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.happychickadee.com/fpdb/images/468x100banner.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happychickadee.com" title="Happy Chickadee" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Chickadee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - A fresh &amp; hip girls boutique&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-2465111096796489437?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/2465111096796489437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=2465111096796489437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/2465111096796489437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/2465111096796489437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-chickadee-contest.html' title='Happy Chickadee Contest'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-5021050144308716285</id><published>2008-09-19T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:19:23.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Women</title><content type='html'>I got to go to a moooviiiie.  Haven't been to a theatre since 1/1/07.  Yes, that's 1 year, 9 months and 17 days ago.  The movie was ok, the company was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SNRBigrhBFI/AAAAAAAADS8/ZIV22Xnoqm0/s1600-h/girls+nite+out+09182008.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SNRBigrhBFI/AAAAAAAADS8/ZIV22Xnoqm0/s320/girls+nite+out+09182008.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monique, Belinda, [Belinda's twins], Shari, Amber, [Amber's purse], Mandy&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-5021050144308716285?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/5021050144308716285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=5021050144308716285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/5021050144308716285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/5021050144308716285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/09/women.html' title='The Women'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SNRBigrhBFI/AAAAAAAADS8/ZIV22Xnoqm0/s72-c/girls+nite+out+09182008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-6023869726784964302</id><published>2008-09-12T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:49:19.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Time Of Day Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Midnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/midnight.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a night owl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/"&gt;What Time Of Day Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-6023869726784964302?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/6023869726784964302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=6023869726784964302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/6023869726784964302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/6023869726784964302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-time-of-day-are-you.html' title='What Time Of Day Are You?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-9038329390019928281</id><published>2008-09-09T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:45:41.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Solo Dancer Dude</title><content type='html'>So I'm in my backyard tonight, and I hear some thumpin music.  I cruise over to the sideyard to take a peek over the fence.  What do I see?  Some dude (who doesn't live there) is hip-hop dancing...by himself...all serious...in my neighbors garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go back inside (tip-toeing so as not to step on a leaf and spook Random Solo Dancer Dude) to get my camera.  Spy-video of Random Solo Dancer Dude is a must.  For your viewing pleasure, may I present to you: Random Solo Dancer Dude Spy-Video as taken by myself with the camera lens positioned through a whole in my fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4EDI_GoxBt0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4EDI_GoxBt0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got a fan pointed at him to cool him down, y todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my haste to get the RSDD on vid, I left my back slider open.  Upon returning inside my house, I heard a noise in the baby's room (she was sleeping in the guest room at the time).  Right away I knew what it was. My next-door neighbor's cat always saunters into my house if given half a chance - and there he was under Tristyn's crib. Then he moved himself into the triangle-shaped space between the angled crib and the wall, playing with the canopy fabric.  So I got inside T's crib to coax him out.  Frightened, the cat jumps into what he thinks will be an empty crib, yet it ends up being my back.  Equally surprised, we are both still for a few moments collecting our thoughts on the situation, and I think to myself OMG could RSDD get me back by snapping a picture through the window of myself in a crib with the neighbor cat on my back?! Whatevs, even if he did I still found a lost pacifier and Tristyn's cell phone back there where the cat was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I stay up after every one else has gone to bed.  This ultra-random stuff just does not happen between Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-9038329390019928281?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/9038329390019928281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=9038329390019928281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/9038329390019928281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/9038329390019928281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-solo-dancer-dude.html' title='Random Solo Dancer Dude'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-6069226419357870163</id><published>2008-09-08T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:53:02.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like it's 18 o'clock</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's only 12:30? Feels like it's 18 o'clock because Tristyn went to bed at a normal baby time.  I totally fell asleep with her - that is until The Husband woke me up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hey?  Want a McFlurry?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, I don't want an effing McFreakingFlurry, I want to sleeep...as evidenced by the fact that I accidentally fell asleep at 8 0&lt;/span&gt;freakin&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4pm. Why the EFF would you wake me up? Ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"K, well I'm going to McDonald's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course now I am fully awake after having taken an hour long nap so late in the evening.  Unable to go back to sleep, so I actually had some time to myself while I ate the Oreo McFlurry I didn't ask for.  Time. To. Myself.  Just wanted to savor that last bit before I hit the hay.  Working for my mother in law in the morning.  Yes, I am nuts, but hey, she's paying me.  Granted, it's in dog biscuits...but I can prolly sell them on eBay, no? Or etsy if I craft a fancy knitted holder/display case for 'em. What?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-6069226419357870163?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/6069226419357870163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=6069226419357870163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/6069226419357870163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/6069226419357870163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/09/feels-like-its-18-oclock.html' title='Feels like it&apos;s 18 o&apos;clock'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-1319361111323868627</id><published>2008-07-29T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T05:38:12.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Belinda</title><content type='html'>Me and Belinda...and the twins in her belly.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SI8PBnrtoBI/AAAAAAAACXs/oQ6ZQ_61GmA/s1600-h/highres_4899554.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SI8PBnrtoBI/AAAAAAAACXs/oQ6ZQ_61GmA/s200/highres_4899554.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228414212907048978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-1319361111323868627?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/1319361111323868627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=1319361111323868627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/1319361111323868627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/1319361111323868627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-and-belinda.html' title='Me and Belinda'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SI8PBnrtoBI/AAAAAAAACXs/oQ6ZQ_61GmA/s72-c/highres_4899554.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-7766397446534017878</id><published>2008-07-10T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:46:58.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To:  See Friends' Facebook Status in Twitter if they don't use Twitter</title><content type='html'>I don't want to have to log in to &lt;a href="http://facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; or check my feed reader to see status updates from friends.  Most of my Facebook friends don't use &lt;a href="http://twitter.com"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, so I couldn't see their updates very frequently.  That all changed when I found &lt;a href="http://twitterfeed.com/"&gt;Twitterfeed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I did.  First I created a 'dummy' Twitter account&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; solely for this hack, and I selected keeping the updated protected.  Then I went to my Facebook account where my friends' status updates are displayed and clicked on 'See All'.  I copied that address of my Friends' Status Feed.  Next, I went over to &lt;a href="http://twitterfeed.com/"&gt;Twitterfeed&lt;/a&gt;, plugged in that Friends' Status Feed address from Facebook, and asked it to pull it into my dummy Twitter account.  Now all the status updates from my Facebook friends are updating the status of the dummy Twitter account, prefixed with their Facebook name.  Last, I logged back in to my main Twitter account to follow the dummy account.  Now I see all the updates from my Facebook and Twitter friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-7766397446534017878?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/7766397446534017878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=7766397446534017878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/7766397446534017878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/7766397446534017878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-see-friends-facebook-status-in.html' title='How To:  See Friends&apos; Facebook Status in Twitter if they don&apos;t use Twitter'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-2746292530737182576</id><published>2008-06-28T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:03:29.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SGX-Yc4a1eI/AAAAAAAABbE/e-vyiluaFPY/s1600-h/IMG00001pregnantfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SGX-Yc4a1eI/AAAAAAAABbE/e-vyiluaFPY/s320/IMG00001pregnantfeet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tristyn&lt;/span&gt;, just so you know, this is what you did to me.  Those are my feet on June 22, 2007.  I took this pic on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BlackBerry&lt;/span&gt; while at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now keep in mind I actually have quite thin ankles and legs normally.  As you can see, my feet and ankles were actually the widest part of my foot, instead of my toes.  Those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flipflops&lt;/span&gt; (one of 2 pairs that "fit" me in the end) actually left indentations from the straps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT, there's more: FREE with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; feet came this horrid itching/stinging/burning constant sensation combination with pulsations.  My legs felt like they would explode at any moment exactly how a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hotdog&lt;/span&gt; weenie splits when it's overcooked. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cankles&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cankles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd post a 'after' pics for comparison, but I can't stand to look at feet.  I only posted the pic because of &lt;a href="http://girlsgonechild.blogspot.com/2008/06/cankles-sore.html#links"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-2746292530737182576?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/2746292530737182576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=2746292530737182576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/2746292530737182576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/2746292530737182576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/06/beauty-of-pregnancy.html' title='The Beauty of Pregnancy'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SGX-Yc4a1eI/AAAAAAAABbE/e-vyiluaFPY/s72-c/IMG00001pregnantfeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-3768676370899867247</id><published>2008-06-24T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:51:52.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Intercontinental When I Eat French Toast</title><content type='html'>I tried to make French Toast tonight.  Tried.  I've made French Toast many, many times.  Every time its as lame as the previous attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply can not cook.  I can, in theory.  I know what I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to do.  I know the basics. I understand logic.  I can recognize simple equations such as high heat can equal burnt outer yet inner soggy-nasty-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. There is just something about the kitchen that renders me tard-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would just stick to what I know I'm good at: cocktails, appetizers, wine n cheese type displays, generally things that don't involve using heat to transmogrify ingredients into edible food. But ya know, cooking for oneself is kind of an essential skill.  Without Mike to mastermind all my eating I'd probably be.............skinny.  Bastid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-3768676370899867247?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/3768676370899867247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=3768676370899867247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/3768676370899867247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/3768676370899867247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-intercontinental-when-i-eat-french.html' title='I&apos;m Intercontinental When I Eat French Toast'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-1773668702661650365</id><published>2008-06-23T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:12:58.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Guy</title><content type='html'>While I was cleaning up dinner tonight I heard an email come in on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BlackBerry&lt;/span&gt; - I had just made a sale online! Since Mike golfed pretty much all day I had him takeover with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tristyn&lt;/span&gt; so I could package it up.  I got it all ready to go out and the phone rang - it was for Mike.  I walk into the bedroom where he and T are on the bed watching TV.  The child is not allowed to watch TV until she's 3 (I know...fat chance of that becoming a reality, but I'm holding off as long as I possibly can.  So far so good, she's 11 months today).  Irked, I look to see what is on the screen...it's FAMILY GUY.  Family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Freakin&lt;/span&gt; Guy.  How crass can you get, Dad?  Oh, I'm just jealous, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FG&lt;/span&gt; is actually pretty funny for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that kind &lt;/span&gt;of humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-1773668702661650365?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/1773668702661650365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=1773668702661650365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/1773668702661650365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/1773668702661650365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-guy.html' title='Family Guy'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-1775632508100032721</id><published>2008-06-21T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:57:40.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>Even though I consider myself more of an out-of-work-mom, I think I'm officially now a SAHM. Here's evidence: I now have a flip-flop tanline. Enough said?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-1775632508100032721?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/1775632508100032721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=1775632508100032721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/1775632508100032721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/1775632508100032721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-1535077165409185868</id><published>2008-06-19T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:10:20.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>117 Degrees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SFrnWy8Fg3I/AAAAAAAABaE/hYD3lhjIGCc/s1600-h/117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SFrnWy8Fg3I/AAAAAAAABaE/hYD3lhjIGCc/s320/117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? This is just NOT RIGHT!  The graphic to the left is a print-screen shot of the weather widget of my sidebar.  Current temp = 117 degrees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fahren-freakin-heit&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;Whatevs, Earth.  WHAT-evs&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-1535077165409185868?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/1535077165409185868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=1535077165409185868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/1535077165409185868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/1535077165409185868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/06/117-degrees.html' title='117 Degrees'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SFrnWy8Fg3I/AAAAAAAABaE/hYD3lhjIGCc/s72-c/117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-4101898627791417711</id><published>2008-06-17T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:08:46.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Tagged</title><content type='html'>I've also been tagged by &lt;a href="http://snipsandsnails-collin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaime&lt;/a&gt; about a zillion years ago to share 7 facts about myself on your blog, some random, some weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I just completed &lt;a href="http://proseandconverse.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s tagging, I'm 5/7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of the way completed with Jaime's.  So to that post, I'll add that (6) I try not to judge people and instead just disagree or attempt to see another perspective, but I will (7) totally judge someone by their email address! Not so much the domain portion (unless it's @&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aol&lt;/span&gt;.com), but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;username&lt;/span&gt; portion is what I check.  If you're an stud4u@ or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boredblond&lt;/span&gt;@ I have a hard time accepting you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-4101898627791417711?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/4101898627791417711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=4101898627791417711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/4101898627791417711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/4101898627791417711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/06/double-tagged.html' title='Double Tagged'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-6562253322608815691</id><published>2008-06-16T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:56:34.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>Nik from &lt;a href="http://proseandconverse.wordpress.com"&gt;Prose &amp;amp; Converse&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me, therefore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things in my purse:&lt;br /&gt;I like to keep them tidy so usually there are only 5 things in there, or very close to that. Those would be: (1) Diaps/wipes for the Babe, (2) my BlackBerry, (3) lip gloss, (4) my camera, and (5) a teeny tiny green Coach card-case that holds just my debit card, ID and a $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things in my room:&lt;br /&gt;(1) The Husband, sleeping/snoring on (2) the new sheets which I refer to as being a pumpkin spice shade of orange, (3) our still-packed luggage from the trip we arrived home from a few hours ago and (4) a super-comfy couch I wish I was sitting on reading (5) one of the books I got from a Mama-friend at a recent swappage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I've always wanted to do:&lt;br /&gt;(1) go to bed early, especially when I'm tired, (2) stop being late, (3) sky dive/bungee jump (though I would not now that I'm a real mother), (4) follow one of my gadget inventions through to fruition and (5) have the tattoo on my back covered by a newer/cooler less hideous/horrendo tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I'm currently into:&lt;br /&gt;Reading (1) books and blogs, (2) &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/yeager"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, (3) researching ways to work part-time (4) Karl Strauss Red Trolley Ale, and (5) as always, the color green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Impressions of my tagger (Nik):&lt;br /&gt;(1) She certainly must have a great sense of style because we have about a zillion of the same things and (2) similar tastes in nouns (you know, people, places and things).  I believe she (3) keeps trying until she gets it right and is (4) a confidant to her friends and a (5) great person to split a bottle of wine with on a darkend patio under a hot summer moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Quirks:&lt;br /&gt;I seldom fail to analyze any given situation. (1) Case in point: why does the 'Quirks' question not follow the above "5 Things..."?  I'm rebelling and only listing 5 because I like odd numbers best.  So much so that (2) I only set my thermostat to odd numbers EXCEPT if it's 78.&lt;br /&gt;(3)  I have never been able to put my left shoe on before the right shoe.  If I'm stepping into a pair of flips and the left accidentally slips further forward than the right side I actually stop and start over again and pretend it never happened.  Same goes for clothing - sleeves or pants, rings, even checking pockets before washing garments...always the right side first.&lt;br /&gt;(4) I organize the tops in my closet by color and the bottoms by type, and (5) you will never see my little piggies without red nail polish.  I do them myself and they have been red (only red) since junior high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-6562253322608815691?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/6562253322608815691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=6562253322608815691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/6562253322608815691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/6562253322608815691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-8993914850196738964</id><published>2008-06-14T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:18:38.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats, you didn't get the job</title><content type='html'>So I have been interviewing for a job that I thought I wanted.  It was in the accounting department at the country club my parents (aka my daycare) live in.  Ultra-convenient and a nice place to work.  However, I was looking for something part-time and I stumbled upon this opening, but I knew I had to check it out due to the location. I decided not to debate working full-time until if/when they formally offered me the position.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This did not happen&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the initial interview I was informed they would be narrowing down the candidates to the top 3, and bring them back to interview with the big-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whig&lt;/span&gt;. I was one of those 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second interview was Thursday.  Wednesday night I knew I would not take it.  I went to the interview anyway, and I think I was not very enthusiastic about the opportunity.  Luckily I have no decision to make...when HR called to let me know they went with the other candidate instead of me, I said "Okay, GREAT!..."  all happy.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; thinks I'm a freak now.  Who is happy when they DON'T get the job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let a few people know, and they have all said one of two things: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!" or "congratulations".  I miss feeling like I accomplished something real during my days, but I just can't stand to leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tristyn&lt;/span&gt; this early.  She's so young, not even walking.  I'd hate to miss her first steps because I was in some cubicle 10-keying away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-8993914850196738964?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/8993914850196738964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=8993914850196738964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/8993914850196738964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/8993914850196738964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/06/congrats-you-didnt-get-job.html' title='Congrats, you didn&apos;t get the job'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-4781445320579973989</id><published>2008-06-11T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:14:06.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's still alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This calls for plastic measures."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- My Nephew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the pool at the time.  No, he wasn't referring to my bikini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-4781445320579973989?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/4781445320579973989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=4781445320579973989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/4781445320579973989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/4781445320579973989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/06/hes-still-alive.html' title='He&apos;s still alive'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-2075908564134137827</id><published>2008-06-03T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:31:52.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bought a plant</title><content type='html'>I thought I was all bad (and stuffs) with my stay-at-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeness&lt;/span&gt; and bought a plant. Flowers, actually. Well, potted flowers. Oh, I got it: a flowering potted plant, that's it. Doesn't matter, none of the above would be in existence any longer. Par for Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SEUVCNn-vKI/AAAAAAAABQQ/-XBO3QXf_oc/s1600-h/IMG_1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SEUVCNn-vKI/AAAAAAAABQQ/-XBO3QXf_oc/s320/IMG_1811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Husband &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;schmirked&lt;/span&gt; when he saw the goods. Oh they looked lovely at first, but he knew better. He asked simply "Why?". The short answer was I was hosting 3 events at home that week, and needed to kick up the joint a notch. A punch of hot-pink and foliage to splash a little happy through the windows. The long answer, inside my head, was that I wanted to try. Try again. As I do every 2 or so years when I get the itch during a spring of country club pretties surrounding us. An itch to attempt, to better myself. To be good at something other than what I'm already good at. I should see this itch for what it really is: an itch to murder, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; that's what inevitably always happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, all that remains is, well, I think the pic speaks for itself.   No, the cigarette butts didn't come with it.  They were an afterthought.  Gawd help these children of ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-2075908564134137827?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/2075908564134137827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=2075908564134137827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/2075908564134137827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/2075908564134137827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-bought-plant.html' title='I bought a plant'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uSewyWZQH_4/SEUVCNn-vKI/AAAAAAAABQQ/-XBO3QXf_oc/s72-c/IMG_1811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-173612490791703573</id><published>2008-06-02T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:41:56.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is NyQuil approved for babies?</title><content type='html'>So Tristyn has decided her new schedule shall be getting up at 8am, taking miniscule, if any, nap(s), and going to bed at 10pm. Uh yeah, I'm miserable!  The Husband doesn't understand why I'm going to bed at 2am everynight. HELLO, I still exist! I am more than just a baby follower-arounder!  How much more? It's hard to remember with these new hours we're keeping, but I'm pretty sure there's more to be than being that baby's mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm sitting at a stoplight as I drive her around hoping to get her in bed a bit earlier. So far 6 miles. Nice. This could get very expensive. Hi...I drive an F-150.  Only billionaires have the guts to drive an extra 6 miles with gas prices the way they are. Whatevs, Tristyn. Whatevs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-173612490791703573?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/173612490791703573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=173612490791703573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/173612490791703573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/173612490791703573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-nyquil-approved-for-babies.html' title='Is NyQuil approved for babies?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01832682782170201120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-8310242423841116317</id><published>2008-05-29T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:35:05.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evernote Beta</title><content type='html'>I have invites to the &lt;a href="http://www.evernote.com/"&gt;Evernote&lt;/a&gt; beta to give out.  Post a comment if you'd like one and I'll send it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like &lt;a href="http://www.ubernote.com"&gt;UberNote&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-8310242423841116317?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/8310242423841116317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=8310242423841116317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/8310242423841116317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/8310242423841116317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/05/evernote-beta.html' title='Evernote Beta'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-8082842216301290802</id><published>2008-05-29T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:20:35.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter in Plain English</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ddO9idmax0o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ddO9idmax0o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great vid on Twitter's usefulness.  Upfront, Twitter seemed unnecessary and boring, but now I find it truly does have its merits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-8082842216301290802?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/8082842216301290802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=8082842216301290802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/8082842216301290802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/8082842216301290802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-in-plain-english.html' title='Twitter in Plain English'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-5786992831107492905</id><published>2008-05-27T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:21:52.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The $100-Store</title><content type='html'>I now know the true benefit of buying in bulk (ie Costco...or if, like me, you're too-cool/old skool you still call it Price Club).  It is *not* the savings of the specific items you purchase.  The real benefit is that buying in bulk keeps you from making the trip to the store as often, thereby reducing impulse purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, The $100-Store: Target.  Absolutely mind-boggling that everyone I know enjoys shopping for dish detergent at Target.  It's because your excuse to go is the dish soap, cat food and dryer sheets, but you leave...$100 later, with a myriad of thing you never intended to buy.  My new Target theory...just go less often.  I'm going to spend the same amount anyway, so if I go less often the chances of my purchases being things I actually neeeed are far greater than if i go every 2-3 days as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February I challenged myself to visit Target a mere once monthly from now on.  My first attempt: I spent $150, and I made it 3 weeks without returning.  That visit I spent $200, but I picked up 2 birthday gifts I'd be needing for May (yes, I like to bday gift shop early) and made it another 3 weeks without returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost focus, and started going too often again.  Must. Resist. Red Bullseye. I'm going to renew my challenge, and invite the 3 of you that read my oft-ill populated blog to join me in resisting the $100-Store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-5786992831107492905?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/5786992831107492905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=5786992831107492905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/5786992831107492905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/5786992831107492905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/05/100-store.html' title='The $100-Store'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-6703644380747345554</id><published>2008-03-03T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:31:15.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikolas</title><content type='html'>So while grocery shopping yesterday we unexpectedly ran into our nephew. Mike pointed out to him were T and I were and when I saw him he ran up to me. I haven't seen him since Christmas Day. He looked different, though I don't really see how an 8 year old could have changed much on a lil over 2 months. I tried to just give him a regular person stand-up hug, but he's short, and I missed him so much I just decided to scoop him up like I did when he was younger (and weighed less). I think most kids would get embarrassed by this, but I think he missed me equally as much and he just put his head on mu shoulder and we stayed that way for a looong time, not saying anything. Then I started to cry. In the checkout line.  He gets out of school early on Fridays, so I'm gonna pick him up and take him to the Children's Discovery Museum with Tristyn.  For the rest of that afternoon, there will be no DS or PSP playing allowed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-6703644380747345554?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/6703644380747345554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=6703644380747345554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/6703644380747345554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/6703644380747345554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2008/03/nikolas.html' title='Nikolas'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-4082319675541657255</id><published>2007-06-15T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:43:36.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For River/Lake People - I Must Share</title><content type='html'>K, if you go to Havasu or the River, then you most likely know of the "Shoe Tree" on Rice Road, right? It's about the only thing to look at the entire trip (except the other rigs on the road with you). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way to the Lake last weekend we are driving by the Shoe Tree. Imagine my surprise, when a little bit of entertainment has been sprinkled upon this long, hot trip for me to enjoy. Not only do I notice someone has dumped a treadmill quite near the Shoe Tree, but also someone is ON this treadmill, treading - I guess you'd call it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a random area of the world, I'm not sure if this person was homeless or just shabby, but it was an older man, and he was directly facing the road, treading away. I guess he goes there to work out to avoid the crowds at the gym?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-4082319675541657255?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/4082319675541657255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=4082319675541657255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/4082319675541657255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/4082319675541657255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-riverlake-people-i-must-share.htm' title='For River/Lake People - I Must Share'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-4885163132721700022</id><published>2007-01-23T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:09:43.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blog</title><content type='html'>I started a baby blog last week. It's both a pregnancy diary and a place where family and friends can come for updates.  If I haven't already told you about it and you'd like to check it out, email or IM me and I'll send you the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-4885163132721700022?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/4885163132721700022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=4885163132721700022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/4885163132721700022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/4885163132721700022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2007/01/baby-blog.htm' title='Baby Blog'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-116906622204908315</id><published>2007-01-17T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:37:48.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Pregnant!</title><content type='html'>So, it's official. I'm 3 months pregnant! The due date is July 28 (give or take).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, a big belly won't stop me from going to Lake Havasu!&lt;br /&gt;YES, we will find out the sex, but not for 3 more months or so. Then we'll start the naming wars :)&lt;br /&gt;NO, we don't care what the sex is, we just want it to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;YES, I have an ultrasound picture, but who really wants to see it? The little one still looks like an alien at this point (and no, I haven't lost my sense of humor just because I'm prego).&lt;br /&gt;YES, after 4 years or marriage, I'm finally going to change my last name to my husband's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know ANYTHING about babies, so this should be interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-116906622204908315?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/116906622204908315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=116906622204908315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/116906622204908315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/116906622204908315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-pregnant.htm' title='I&apos;m Pregnant!'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-116527771311480910</id><published>2006-12-04T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:22:08.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kobe Special</title><content type='html'>Saturday night we went out to dinner with the Cross' and the Lopez's to celebrate the birthdays of Jeff, George and myself. I had the Kobe Special. Normally, that is a tasty cocktail they serve. That night, it was a whole different story. If you've been there, you know they have a large Koi pond out front, with a bridge leading to the front door. You may know where I'm going with this by now. After dinner on our way out to continue our party at the casino, I walked over the bridge, and ate shit.  Not only did I fall, I fell INTO the Koi pond. All the way.  Holding my purse, containing my BlackBerry. Yes, it's true. Yes, that was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The valet told us it has only happened to about 6 other people before. OK people, Kobe  has been there literally forever - well 20-something years.  I find that hard to believe I am one of only 7. I'm not even clumsy! I'm having a hard time writing this out because I'm still laughing at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mike helped me out he and Maria immediately start snapping pictures of me with their camera phones( damn those things) I put my hair up in a clip and Stacey whisked me off to Mervyn's to get a new dress, and we showed up at the casino looking brand new. Her car seat was a little wet, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto my victory - the BlackBerry. It was ruined.  But I remembered over the summer when Chase ruined his Razr on the boat that I read on the internet about recovering water damaged phone. I disassembled the phone and left the parts in my purse. When I got home I set it on top of the cable box, and left it there to dehydrate. The low heat is enough to gently dry out the phone without burning it. After 24 hours I tested it, but the display was still soggy. I removed the battery and left it to sit another 12 hours. This morning I put the battery in and boot it up. Amazingly, it works fine! No data loss (it was backed up on my computer anyway), no display issues, nothing. The warranty is void because the water damage indicator is red now, but it's in perfect working order.  Had Chase not ruined that Razr, I wouldn't have know what to do. A sacrifice of sorts, but I can get a Razr a lot cheaper than a BlackBerry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back to Kobe.  Hopefully they'll serve me up a Kobe Special - the cocktail this time - on the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-116527771311480910?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/116527771311480910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=116527771311480910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/116527771311480910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/116527771311480910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/12/kobe-special.htm' title='Kobe Special'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-116484328620020871</id><published>2006-11-29T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:43:03.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HB to ME!</title><content type='html'>I got the cutest voicemail from the Cross family today wishing me a happy birthday, at  7:59 am, no less.  I thought Maria was on crack for giving me such a wakeup call until I realized she was dropping Austin off at school.  Much to my surprise the two of them plus little Skye sang (quite well I might add) a happy birthday tune to me.  Then each one chimed in on their own to say happy birthday.  It was all so adorable I saved the voicemail so I could listen to it later on today when I had road-rage or something. I can't wait till next year to get my birthday voicemail from the Cross'.  I think it was better than the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/ViewSonic-VX1945wm-Wide-integrated-iPod/dp/B000JP8HU6"&gt;monitor&lt;/a&gt; (with integrated speakers and ipod dock) my parents got me or the ipod I made Mike buy me a couple months ago as an early present. I know it was better than a couple years ago when Chase called me like a week early to wish me HB, and it was certainly better than yesterday when my boss/Dad said HB to me from his desk. When I responded "it's tomorrow" he said wryly "what if I forget it tomorrow?".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-116484328620020871?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/116484328620020871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=116484328620020871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/116484328620020871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/116484328620020871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/11/hb-to-me.htm' title='HB to ME!'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-116467571453242794</id><published>2006-11-27T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:18:12.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was kind of a monumental event for me. I think I grew up, er something. I say this because I made the Thanksgiving turkey. Actually, it was two turkeys.  I made other stuffs, too.  This is not something I do. I can't remember the last thing I cooked, seriously. The fact that my husband and my mother trusted me with this task blows me away. The fact that it came out really good blows me away even more. I should have made someone take my picture with my achievments - for proof. I feel like I was just accepted into some sort of exclusive club.  I want like some sort of badge or something. A pin. Maybe a patch like the Boy Scouts get. Something, come on people, this was a big deal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-116467571453242794?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/116467571453242794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=116467571453242794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/116467571453242794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/116467571453242794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving.htm' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-116069203127916415</id><published>2006-10-12T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:02:54.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palm Treo 680 Officially (and 710  Unofficially )Announced</title><content type='html'>Palm announced (finally) the future release of the new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palm Treo 680&lt;/span&gt;.  Basically, a different looking Treo 650.  No announcement on when this will go on-sale.  Really no 'news' per se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called a local Cingular store to ask if they knew the on-sale date. The girl there was pretty cool (read: knowledgeable), but said they haven't been notified of an on-sale date. She did however confirm the future release of the Palm Treo 710p and 710w (Palm and Windows OS, respectively), which are AKA the Cingular GSM versions of the 700p &amp;amp; 700w.  The 710's are what I'm excited about.  Curiously, she also stated the 710 won't have an antenna (as the 680, but also 750v doesn't). There has been a lot of speculation and confusion about what actual GSM versions of the 700 series will be released (710, 750, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference in the model is price points - 680's are geared more towards the general public, 710's are for gadget nerds who like cool stuff, but that's my personal opinion, and I'm a gadget nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why more people aren't using qwerty phones. My plan is to get myself a 710p, and get my husband the 680. I'm going to try to force him to love it as much as I love my 650 and my Blackberry 8700c, but I think his thumbs are too big to type on it.  Plus he's SO low-tech, he's really considered no-tech. The fact he can ditch his ipod and carry one device should entice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a 650, Blackberry 8700c, and a Razr will soon be listed on eBay in favor of a set of the new GSM Treo's. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.palm.com/us/products/smartphones/treo680/specs.html"&gt;Palm site 680 link &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.palm.com/us/products/smartphones/treo700p/index.html?creativeID=LFB%7Ctreo700p_buy_now_kefta"&gt;Palm site 700p link &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.treonauts.com/2006/09/treo_750v_in_my.html"&gt;Treonauts 750v article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business.vodafone.com/site/bus/public/enuk/products/smartphones/40_sp_range/45_palm/p_palm.jsp"&gt;Treo 750v (Vodafone) link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-116069203127916415?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/116069203127916415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=116069203127916415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/116069203127916415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/116069203127916415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/10/palm-treo-680-officially-and-710.htm' title='Palm Treo 680 Officially (and 710  Unofficially )Announced'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115809688842227642</id><published>2006-09-12T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:34:48.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase is Legal!</title><content type='html'>Congrats Chasey-boy for passing your driving test today!  You're 18, have a full-time job, a Drivers License, and are starting college in January.  What is there left for me to bitch at you about? Oh well there's always your bathroom...keep it clean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115809688842227642?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115809688842227642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115809688842227642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115809688842227642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115809688842227642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/09/chase-is-legal.htm' title='Chase is Legal!'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115767672805516181</id><published>2006-09-07T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:52:08.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Teeth for the Virgin Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cbc.ca/gfx/photos/virgin_sandwich_cp_6659273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cbc.ca/gfx/photos/virgin_sandwich_cp_6659273.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night I watched Miami Ink.  There was a woman getting a tattoo on her boob of her beloved grilled cheese sandwich that "depicted" the Virgin Mary in the char marks - supposedly.  It looked like Joan Crawford to me.  I guess she sold the toast for $28k and was so torn about letting it go she wanted to have it inked on her booby forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman has 3 teeth. I 'm not surprised.  In the story, she states she was making the grilled cheese as she does every morning - for breakfast.  She eats grilled cheese sandwiches for breakfast every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always the Virgin Mary that shows up on random foods?  Just because that sandwich looks like a woman doesn't mean its her.  I mean it could be Brittany Spears  - a grilled cheese sandwich is SO something Brittany Spears would show up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115767672805516181?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115767672805516181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115767672805516181&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115767672805516181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115767672805516181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/09/3-teeth-for-virgin-mary.htm' title='3 Teeth for the Virgin Mary'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115749777263091792</id><published>2006-09-05T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:35:41.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Cornell vs. John Locke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The new Audioslave record Revelations came out today.    All I can say is - it's good - it sounds just like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought it for $10 from Best Buy online, and took advantage of their in-store pick up.  Convenient.  I don't like waiting in lines, looking all around a big-box store for what I want, or buying things I didn't intend to.  This takes care of all that, plus the new Best Buy in La Quinta is soooo much closer than going to the Record Alley in PD.  I feel as tho I've abandoned the Record Alley - I've been buying music there since it opened over 20 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season 2 DVD's of LOST also came out today.  I watched the whole Season 1 on DVD earlier this summer in like 8 days.  I convinced my husband to watch them, too.  While I was watching disc 3 in the bedroom, he started on disc 1 in the living room.  We were both obsessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The guy at BlockBuster even made fun of us (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's OK - because I think we've made fun of every BlockBuster employee we've met there.  They hire some...uhhh...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; people).  I knew I was going to like that show, I just never had time to watch it.  If I could have taken today off to watch a LOST marathon, I SO would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard maybe Season 2 is not living up to the the first, but we'll see.  Watching a show like this on DVD with no commercials and no time limits between episodes brings the intesity level way up.  It was like watching a movie rather than a TV show.  When Season 3 debuts on TV in October and I have to wait a week in between episodes - I'm sure it's not going to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other media news :) Dane Cook's HBO special debuted last night. I really didn't find it that funny.  I actually love him, so I was disappointed. Maybe he's more college-humory and I'm too old for it. Most of the things that made me laugh I had already heard on his CD's. Disappointed, but I still love him (even tho he stole the BK Lounge deal from De La Soul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115749777263091792?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115749777263091792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115749777263091792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115749777263091792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115749777263091792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/09/chris-cornell-vs-john-locke.htm' title='Chris Cornell vs. John Locke'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115508129123956434</id><published>2006-08-08T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:58:59.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plug One Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend while taking Jessie school shopping in some random Pacific Sunwear-esque shop I started groovin right in the store much to the amazement of the Jessa.  I couldn't help it - &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000000HHE001020/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_020/102-5050964-1207322"&gt;Me, Myself, and I&lt;/a&gt; from De La Soul started to play and I was swept back to my 8th grade year (more proof that I'm old: talk about things coming back around again - we were buying her plaid bermuda shorts, which I also wore in 8th grade).  Had to download it today because although I do have the record, its on cassette! Dude, that was almost 20 years ago. Definitely going to take that song on the lake this weekend.  That and The Dead Milkmen's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000003BHO001007/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_007/102-5050964-1207322"&gt;Punk Rock Girl&lt;/a&gt; from the same era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115508129123956434?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115508129123956434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115508129123956434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115508129123956434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115508129123956434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/08/plug-one-style.htm' title='Plug One Style'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115465174668478734</id><published>2006-08-03T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:29:42.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception vs. Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My new moto is "Wish I Were Here".  As in the old travel postcard cliche "Wish You Were Here".  This is my reminder to BE where you're at, IN the moment, and love IT &amp; YOURSELF.  I'm SO SICK of people complaining about lives... their circumstances, finances, weight, possessions,  beauty and lack thereof, etc etc.  I frickin love my life. Of course I can find things to complain about, but then I just quit looking for them.  Amazing how that works. Quit looking for things to complain about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying this because I'm at a point in my life where I've attained the things I wanted for myself.  I remember feeling like this in our first house - all old, no grass, sitting outside drinkin a beer, not much money in the bank. I was still the same person then.  Now I have a pool. Big deal.  Things are more comfortable now, but I rocked then, and I rock now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you shouldn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;be motivated to better your self or your life.  What I am saying is: have the sense of self that reminds you that you're THE BOMB.  Who wouldn't want to be you? Next time you put on a bikini or boardshorts, feel good in them.  Next time you have a scrap with family or  a buddy, remind yourself how lucky you are to have that person to fight with.  If you quit wasting time pining over what others have, it'll probably come true for you. If you're not cool with youself, how can anyone else be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115465174668478734&amp;amp;isPopup=true"&gt;comment &lt;/a&gt;or go back to the &lt;a href="http://amandayeager.com/"&gt;main page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115465174668478734?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115465174668478734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115465174668478734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115465174668478734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115465174668478734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/08/perception-vs-attitude.htm' title='Perception vs. Attitude'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115350622791210744</id><published>2006-07-21T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:23:47.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasey-boy Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Chase,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Chaaase,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday dear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chasey-MAN&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Chase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115350622791210744?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115350622791210744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115350622791210744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115350622791210744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115350622791210744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/07/chasey-boy-forever.htm' title='Chasey-boy Forever'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115317217181184430</id><published>2006-07-17T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T13:24:23.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's the Fuel Filter"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Odd trip to the Lake last weekend...nothing about it was the usual.  First of all I went without the husband.  He had to work Saturday and was going to come out and meet us on the water if he got off early enough (which he didn't).  We stopped at the grocery store and came out to a flat tire on the boat trailer.  Great time to find out you don't have the right size lug wrench, huh?  Luckily there was an Ace Hardware in the same center so I ran over and bought a star, and G changed out the tire pretty quickly.  At this point everyone was desperate to get on the water just to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out so late that Windsor was already closed, so we had to launch at Site 6.  Since Mike wasn't there to launch the boat George did it and Stacey parked the trailer (after 4 tries, she admitted).  While she was parking it we noticed the boat started running a bit rough, and getting progressivly worse.  So we docked at the marina and started checkin it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After G couldn't get it started again, I said "It's the fuel filter", and he promptly ignored me. He called his service dept, who told us its prolly vapor lock. It wanted to started to bad, but just wasn't.  At this point we are realizing we can't get the boat of the water ourselves, so we're kinda screwed.  They had him try some different stuff, and nothing worked. Again, I say "It's the fuel filter." G acknowledges my statement this time, but says "Dude, I don't even know if this HAS a fuel filter".  An hour and a half into it, we decide to call Tow Assist, who will come walk the boat off the lake for a mere $175 per hour.  Immediately after hanging up with them George finds the boats fuel filter.  "Here's your fuel filter, Mandy"... and pulls it off..."clean as a whistle, hah".  While putting it back on he realizes how loose the fitting was before. I think everyone leaned forward with anticipation as he finshed securing it and went to try the motor.   VrrrrOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM.  Yeah, it started just fine.  It was the fuel filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my props, everyone cracked a beer to celebrate, and we were off.  George called the service dept to let them know we were OK, but gave me NO credit (typical man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was more awesome than ever after that no-go threat.  Later we headed over to Sandbar and met some really cool new people.  It got late and we tried to all go to dinner together but hit ANOTHER crazy monsoon (the second we've hit this year there) that thankfully didn't last too long, and just went to the Channel to chill instead.  Hopefully we'll meet up with them again - they were great.  We ended up dancing on the boat until 10pm. I might add a line about them in the "It's the fuel filter" verse of my famous/infamous Havasu-song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115317217181184430?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115317217181184430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115317217181184430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115317217181184430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115317217181184430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-fuel-filter.htm' title='&quot;It&apos;s the Fuel Filter&quot;'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115282151234292747</id><published>2006-07-13T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:06:02.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-life Crisis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.  Jesus-God, I'm only 30.  I decided I might be having one while I was talking to &lt;a href="http://noahdicenso.com"&gt;Noah&lt;/a&gt; about the nose ring I just bought myself.  I pierced my nose when I was 16 (cuz I was bad-ass...LMAO). Although it's the norm now, back then I'm pretty sure I was the only Junior with 2 tattoos and a nose ring.  Anyway, I haven't worn it since I was like 18-19. Lately I keep seeing chicks with diamond studs in their nose and I think its cute.  Maybe I'm just looking for another place on my body to put a diamond, but after a few months of mental-debating about it, &lt;a href="http://www.alluringbody.com/ns501w.html"&gt;I bought it&lt;/a&gt;. It just arrived today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haven't told the husband.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  He'll hate it, ha! He'll see it in about an hour when we go pick up his new truck at the dealer. That should be amusing. My dad just saw it and said my &lt;a href="http://www.amandayeager.com/pics/2006/07/chases-new-tattoo.html"&gt;son&lt;/a&gt; is rubbing off on me.  Seee it IS an age-crisis thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115282151234292747?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115282151234292747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115282151234292747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115282151234292747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115282151234292747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/07/mid-life-crisis.htm' title='Mid-life Crisis?'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115264019355816279</id><published>2006-07-11T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:49:53.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>Question: Why do we refer to shorts or pants as a "pair" when it is just one garment?  We don't refer to sweaters as a pair of sleeves???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115264019355816279?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115264019355816279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115264019355816279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115264019355816279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115264019355816279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/07/question.htm' title='Question'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115255836288368434</id><published>2006-07-10T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:07:14.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cunning Sock Integer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK people I just received proof of my ESP.  Saturday afternoon while I was doing all kinds of little decor things around my house suddenly a work-related issue popped into my head.  I remembered many, many months ago I filed a claim in the Visa/Mastermoney class action suit, and we were awaiting a check.  It's a small check so it's not even something I've been concerned about or following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if my dad is waiting for something from Ed McMahon or he just has no life, but he's a freak and comes to the office every weekend to check the mail.  Today when I got to work I found out the check from the settlement came on Saturday.  The same day it popped into my head!  I just looked up when I filed our claim, and it was September of 2005.  That's 10 months ago people. I don't think I've thought about this issue since filing that claim.  That's some spooky ass shit. Not really, but its a weird feeling.  Normally my ESP is reserved for knowing what little scandelous things our teens are doing away from home or ensuring my sister in law and my outfits coordinate ALWAYS.  No, not on purpose, (gawd no) but it never fails - we always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115255836288368434?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115255836288368434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115255836288368434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115255836288368434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115255836288368434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/07/cunning-sock-integer.htm' title='Cunning Sock Integer'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115231176773260683</id><published>2006-07-07T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T16:10:51.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss No Booty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 3:03 pm. I've had 3.5 hours sleep in the last 33 hours. Whoa spooky...that's a lot of 3's! I didn't really even get to go to bed last night really, it was more like a nap.  The husband's car is in the shop so I had to take him to work at the ungodly hour of 5am. It was frickin dark (I wore sunglasses anyway - cuz I'm &lt;a href="http://www.interq.or.jp/www1/onj1/corey/sunglasses.jpg"&gt;Corey Hart)&lt;/a&gt;. Driving woke me up too much to fall back asleep, so I stayed up.  I could have come to work hella early and already been outta here, but I just screwed around the house instead and came in at 10. I think it was about 10:02 when I realized how tired I really was, and started looking around the office (to no avail) for toothpicks to prop up the ol' eyelids with.  So of course "Murphy" shows up if ya know what I mean.  I had to review our Profit and Loss statements for errors before the final printing. Teeny, tiny, black numerals over and over and over.  Pretty much the most tedious eye-straining activity one can do for 4 hours solid before going numb. Then random sleep-deprived thoughts started popping up in my head.  I want a table saw for Christmas. &lt;a href="http://www.amandayeager.com/2006/06/chases-graduation.htm"&gt;Chase's&lt;/a&gt; room smells. That man at the bank yesterday complimented my camo-skirt. I still want to touch that snake we saw at the Havasu house. What happened to &lt;a href="http://www.amandayeager.com/2006/03/springtime-with-balki-cha-cha.htm"&gt;Balki &amp;amp; Cha Cha&lt;/a&gt;?  Hrmph.  Well, despite my low battery - I predict I still won't go to bed earlier than 1am.  At that point I'll have had 3.5 hrs sleep in the last 43 hours. Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115231176773260683?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115231176773260683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115231176773260683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115231176773260683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115231176773260683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/07/miss-no-booty.htm' title='Miss No Booty'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115214967924591228</id><published>2006-07-05T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:37:19.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independance Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://amandayeager.com/images/firecrackers2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://amandayeager.com/images/firecrackers2006.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://amandayeager.com/images/firecrackers2006nik.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://amandayeager.com/images/firecrackers2006nik.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of July pool party at my nephew's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115214967924591228?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115214967924591228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115214967924591228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115214967924591228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115214967924591228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/07/independance-day.htm' title='Independance Day'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115171195745055338</id><published>2006-06-30T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:01:26.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Windfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently I watched all 12 episodes of Big Love on In-Demand HBO.  I watched all 12 hours over like 4 days.  I don't know that it's even that good, I just had to finish the season because I started it.  Anyway, if you aren't already aware, its about a polygamist family. The dude has 3 wives, and therefore a zillion kids.  He bought the two houses next to him on his street and took down the fences so they have like a communal backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking.  I have decided if I ever win the lottery, I am going to buy the house directly behind us and take down the fence.  We'd have a huge killer backyard which we hang out in all weekend, but more importantly - Mike could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in it.  He could even get a dog, I don't care.  He can have his shoes and socks everywhere in his own house, not mine.  No more salty coffee table.  No more lemon slices left on the chopping block.  No more clothes on the bedroom floor.  Me and Kitty XL will live in our current house - and it'll be spotless.  We can play music as loud as we want at all hours of the night.  No one will spin my globe and leave it showing South America instead of Africa.  No one will break my glasswear, or touch the walls with dirty hands.  It'll be a musuem of Mandy muaah haha.  OMG I just thought of something...more closet space!  See, the more I fantasize about it the better it gets.  Oh see another one - no more fighting about the A/C temp setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I want to completely get rid of him.  We'd still have dinner together and stuff, but then we go home to our own spaces.  He can go to sleep at 9, me at 1, and I won't wake him up.  He can sleep over on weekends. Another benefit - our neighbors don't have a pool so we can convert their yard into a putting green.  As it is now we just chip golf balls into the jacuzzi from the opposite end of the pool. Put in a killer outdoor kitchen, too. You see?  This is a must-do. Oh, but when people get out of the pool to use the restroom, they have to go in Mike's house so they don't drip water and wreck-up my wood floors. Ooh, I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115171195745055338?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115171195745055338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115171195745055338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115171195745055338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115171195745055338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/06/windfall.htm' title='Windfall'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115170978665868451</id><published>2006-06-30T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T16:25:22.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Chasey-boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At this moment, both the kids are on a plane to Montana - alone.  No kids for 2 weeks - woo hoo LOL.  I gave Chase a talk about looking out for Jessie because she's only 14, and I know he would anyway.  I also gave her her cell phone back for sercurity purposes - even tho it's going right back in the drawer when she gets home.  But just when I think Chase is *really* maturing and gettin it together, he goes and loses his wallet 3 hours before he's getting on the plane.  He thought it was in his friends car, but turns out he has no idea where it is.  I have a feeling it might be in his suitcase and couldn't see it because everything he owns is black, but I had to cancel his bankcard anyway.  He's DAMN lucky that he's still a minor.  If this was 3 weeks from now, he'd be 18 and you know he ain't gettin on a plane without ID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115170978665868451?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115170978665868451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115170978665868451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115170978665868451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115170978665868451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-chasey-boy.htm' title='Oh Chasey-boy'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115144190053953676</id><published>2006-06-27T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T14:10:09.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunburn Don't Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was an awesome trip to Lake Havasu with the Lopez and Cross families. I've go the sunburn, bruises and cuts to prove it.  I knew it was going to be a good trip on Friday when we started off making the trip in record time of 2 and a half hours, instead of the usual 3.  I remember that night promising the boys us girls wouldn't stay up past midnight - but we called it a night a 1:30, and still were out on the lake by 10.  I think that might have been a record, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed out ALL day.  I only remember re-applying sunscreen a couple of times the whole day.  Normally I always have my cowboy hat on, but this time I didn't use it.  No hat and 10+ hours in the sun create a bright shade of red on ones shoulders.  My nephew tried many a times to get up on his ski, but just couldn't quite get his buns up.  He wasn't very happy about that, and to make it worse for him, Austin was up no problem. He got a little miffed at me for rooting for Austi, which was kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled off the lake at 8:30 because it was getting dark.  After showering and barbequing for a few hours, everyone went to bed.  But Stacey and I stayed up to clean the entire boat.  We were cracking each other up and singing to Ozzy the whole time.  She did the inside, I did the outside - all 24' of it.  Normally this is solely George's job.  He was impressed, but I could tell a little worried that we may have done something we weren't supposed to. His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were saying "aye, what did these broads do!". We bumped our heads on the garage ceiling and few times and I sprayed myself in the eye with the boat cleaner, but turns out we did a good job on the actual cleaning, and didn't ruin anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't matter anyway - we were going right back out on the lake the next day.  We all intended on going home that evening, but ended up staying out all day Sunday, too.  Nik got right up on his ski. George taught me how to drive the boat.  We kinda got stuck in a monsoon when we docked at The Channel to get the kids air-brushed tattoos. We saw some people we knew there and made the best of getting stuck.  We actually just by-chance docked next to the same boat we docked next to at Sandbar two weeks earlier. Such a huge lake, what are the chances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleaned up and left for home Monday morning, and I went straight to work. My shoulders are on fire, I kicked a boulder in the lake and cut the top of one foot, cut my other foot when I stepped on something on the shore jumping off the boat to get the Cross' car for them, got boat cleaner in my eye...all that and I think the thing that hurts the most is my cheeks...from cracking ourselves up for 72 hours. Can't wait till next time.  Havasu weekends are the dictionary definition of "good times".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115144190053953676?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115144190053953676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115144190053953676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115144190053953676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115144190053953676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-sunburn-dont-lie.htm' title='My Sunburn Don&apos;t Lie'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-115049824186404812</id><published>2006-06-16T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:53:06.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase's Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://amandayeager.com/images/chasegrad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://amandayeager.com/images/chasegrad.jpg" alt="Chase" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;June 8, 2006&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event: Very hot - somewhat miserable, and not organized&lt;br /&gt;The Kid: eyeliner smudged, glad to be outta there &lt;br /&gt;The Stepmom: very proud, a little teary eyed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-115049824186404812?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/115049824186404812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=115049824186404812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115049824186404812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/115049824186404812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/06/chases-graduation.htm' title='Chase&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114919429684219598</id><published>2006-06-01T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T12:13:55.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qwerty phones</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.motorola.com/motoinfo/product/details.jsp?globalObjectId=113"&gt;Motorola Q &lt;/a&gt;has finally been released yesterday.  Verizon is selling it exclusively for 6 months.  Verizon also has the same 6-month exclusive with the &lt;a href="http://web.palm.com/products/smartphones/treo700w/;jsessionid=YABHOFFOXILZICQFGJDSFFIKAUZEMIV0"&gt;Treo 700w&lt;/a&gt;.  They now have released a &lt;a href="http://web.palm.com/products/smartphones/treo700p/;jsessionid=YABHOFFOXILZICQFGJDSFFIKAUZEMIV0"&gt;Treo 700p&lt;/a&gt; (which has the Palm OS, as opposed to the 700w  OS = Windows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful for Verizon customers and other CDMA carriers.  I'm still sitting here under Cingular contract with a non-camera/mp3 &lt;a href="http://www.discoverblackberry.com/devices/device-detail.jsp?navId=H0,C63,P65"&gt;Blackberry&lt;/a&gt;, and a crappy Treo 650.  If the Treo had any stability, I'd be all about it.  If the Blackberry had a camera and an expansion slot, I'd never carry anything else! I've been hoping the Q would be the Treo-berry I've been yearning for (it's actually sorta cheezy-looking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the GSM Treo 700 will be released next month so I can try it out.  The thing is, I gotta use it for a while to ultimately make a judgement on the usability.  That would be qwerty phone purchase #3.  I have a funny little feeling I'll be buying the GSM Q when it debuts in 6+ months.  And I complain about the husband and his golf club purchases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114919429684219598?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114919429684219598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114919429684219598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114919429684219598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114919429684219598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/06/qwerty-phones.htm' title='Qwerty phones'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114869085414512011</id><published>2006-05-26T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T17:47:34.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Mom Goes to College</title><content type='html'>I'm taking my last final of the semester in a few minutes.  I'm like jittery and I think it's funny.  I only have to get 45 of the 100 questions correct to maintain an A for the semester. Plus, it's multiple choice. So, wtf am I worried about?  Those tests always make me nervous because they are timed and I get all tense and scared the power is going to go out and I'll get an F.  Although the final IS comprehensive of the whole semester, so we'll see how much I remember from day one:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo looks like I got A's in all 3 classes this semester.  It was fun, hard, and easy all at the same time.  Sometimes it sucked, and I was up til 3am on weekdays.  Now that I have my final grades it feels totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the Fall I'm taking just 2 classes, Java Script/Web Publishing II, and Excel. Hopefully 2 instead of 3 classes will cut down on the stress-level. I actually can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114869085414512011?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114869085414512011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114869085414512011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114869085414512011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114869085414512011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-mom-goes-to-college.htm' title='Your Mom Goes to College'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114841021088184236</id><published>2006-05-23T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T11:53:39.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Cat Lady Bit Again</title><content type='html'>I have not blogged because it's just too taxing.  The past few weeks have been beyond hectic.  I've spent zero time with my husband in two weeks. I've had computers going down (yes, plural).  I've had a massive class workload, including final projects and tests.  Of course I scheduled time in there to party, too, but I literally almost had a nervous breakdown last Thursday out of frustration.  The next day when I got word of earning an A in my Web Design class I was renewed.  I proceeded to go home that evening and get myself in the middle of a cat fight  - received some nice puncture wounds.  I lost my Spys at the immediate care center the next day.  It seems like I've got 7,000 projects going on at once.  If I can just get through this last week of school and catch up at work by the end of the month, I've got a week vacation coming up.  I'm going to get myself caught up at home, cry at Chase's graduation, then hit the LAKE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114841021088184236?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114841021088184236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114841021088184236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114841021088184236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114841021088184236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/05/crazy-cat-lady-bit-again.htm' title='Crazy Cat Lady Bit Again'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114687778025355460</id><published>2006-05-05T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:16:10.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A) Happy Cinco de Maria (you know who you are...as if that wasn't a giant hint)&lt;br /&gt;B) The tip of my left middle finger is slightly misshapen from repeatedly alt-tabbing in Windows for the last 13 years&lt;br /&gt;C) I'd like to go to OzzFest this summer to see System of a Down &amp;amp; Disturbed, but truth be told...I'm too old (again...still).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114687778025355460?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114687778025355460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114687778025355460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114687778025355460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114687778025355460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/05/cinco-de-maria.htm' title='Cinco de Maria'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114626859145656070</id><published>2006-04-28T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:28:13.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm a Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This has been a trying month for me, but it has now transmogrified into the best month ever. I now have the elusive Alabama state quarter from 2003. I've had dreams about this quarter. It came out the first part of 2003, ('03 had the lowest circulation of quarters since the program began) but until now I've been unable to get my hands on it in a natural manner. Yes, I could have bought it off eBay, or had one of the restaurant managers be on the look out for it, but that's not fair. So far the 5 state quarters that have come out every year since 1999 I have collected simply by having them fall into my hand as change.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these quarters I collect aren't the cool uncirculated ones. I must really enjoy the 1.3 seconds of anticipation while turning over George to find out what piece of the collection might be filled next. Other than that, I have no idea why I've been collecting these for the last 7.5 years. At face value the whole 50-state set will be worth a whopping $12.50. Nonetheless, I track my progress in a spreadsheet. I even sync'd the&lt;br /&gt;spreadsheet to my &lt;a href="http://www.amandayeager.com/2006/03/im-intercontinental-when-i-eat-french.htm"&gt;nerd-machine&lt;/a&gt; for quick fact-checking on the go. I keep my collected quarters in a special velvet-lined jewelry box made from silver. I even keep them in a secure off-site location (uh, my office) so one of the kids doesn't accidentally use them for lunch money. I've got 2.5 years until the Hawaii quarter falls into my hands completing the 50-state collection while simultaneously marking a decade of my life gone by.  What will I have to show for that decade of coin dedication? Again, $12.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114626859145656070?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114626859145656070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114626859145656070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114626859145656070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114626859145656070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/04/yes-im-nerd_28.htm' title='Yes, I&apos;m a Nerd'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114624995041659400</id><published>2006-04-28T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:56:51.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I invested in a mule</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead of buying quads for next Glamis season, we decided we'd like to get one of those &lt;a href="http://www.kawasaki.com/product_category.asp?category=3&amp;amp;tag=utility"&gt;Kawasaki Mule&lt;/a&gt;'s (basically a 4x4 golf cart).  They are fun, and after Mike's injury last Glamis visit last weekend, he feels it'll be a little more safe for him. Well, we just bought one, it's an Amana 5 ton 13 SEER.  I know, you're thinking that sounds like specs for an air conditioner.  You're right.  We just spent $6500 on replacing the aging a/c in our house.  Not 4 years ago we replaced the a/c in our old house, too.  That one was called my $5k roof-mounted engagement ring.  I hate spending money on replacing things I already have.  I want new stuff! When I think about it longer than 5 seconds, that makes me feel very bratty and superficial.  I'm sure I'll feel differently next month when I'm in my 72-degree living room opening my electricity bill that is only $220 (instead of $420). I think I'll snap a pic of myself in front of my mule tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114624995041659400?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114624995041659400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114624995041659400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114624995041659400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114624995041659400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-invested-in-mule.htm' title='I invested in a mule'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114532359568624426</id><published>2006-04-17T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T17:46:55.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Educated Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the weirdest thing...a local radio station here 97.7  has been playing the same song (Pink "Get This Party Started) over and over (and over again) for at least the last 24 hours. WTF?  How this could go on this long, I have no idea.  I find myself checking every few hours to see if its still on, and sometimes I listen to it just for amusement.  Maybe even weirder than Perpetual-Pink is that this station doesn't even play that song in its normal rotation.  It's a pro-new wave 80's station. Another mystery to ponder instead of working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114532359568624426?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114532359568624426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114532359568624426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114532359568624426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114532359568624426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/04/educated-horses_17.htm' title='Educated Horses'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114357636120868310</id><published>2006-04-11T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:56:01.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Levitation, Holmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Boo Hoo's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom was in the hospital for 10 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had to take the adorable "stow-away" stray kitty to the shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luc Robitaille announcing his retirement from hockey in 4 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The C: drive in one of the restaurants went bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Woo Hoo's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom does NOT have cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I earned perfect scores in 2 of my classes last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I earned a 98% in the 3rd class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's spring - the desert is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114357636120868310?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114357636120868310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114357636120868310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114357636120868310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114357636120868310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-levitation-holmes.htm' title='That&apos;s Levitation, Holmes'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114357639274186118</id><published>2006-03-28T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:53:27.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Intercontinental when I eat French toast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been carrying around 2 nerd machines lately.  I ordered a Treo 650 to test it out in comparison to my Blackberry (I got the 650 because the 700 is only available in CDMA as of yet).  I'm not unhappy with the BB, I just really needed (k, wanted) the camera/mp3/expandable storage features of the Treo.  Oh and its touch-screen like my old Ericsson nerd-machine. Anyway, I guess I'm a sell-out :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been using the Treo for a little while now, and just as I suspected...I prefer my Blackberry.  These two machines are clearly created for different people.  I like the bells and whistles of the Treo, but its just not as solid as the BB.  If only they had made a Treoberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't qwerty phones more popular?  When the hell is the Motorola Q coming out? Or the GSM Treo 700, for that matter. Do other people not have an information addiction like I?  I could NOT LIVE without Outlook.  Having that info sync'd between home, work, and in my purse has made me gone mad with power (secretly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if all these opposable thumb gadgets like these qwerty phones, PSP, Gizmondo, etc. are going to create a new human adaptation with weird-wiggy thumbs due to all the thumb-typing.  Oh, if you were wondering...yes, just like I type with using only one hand on a desktop computer, I type one-thumb on the nerd machines.  I guess only one of my thumbs will morph into the weird-wiggy thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114357639274186118?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114357639274186118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114357639274186118&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114357639274186118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114357639274186118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-intercontinental-when-i-eat-french.htm' title='I&apos;m Intercontinental when I eat French toast'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114348954291248405</id><published>2006-03-27T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:13:30.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEED. COFFEE. NOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been up since 4am. It's not been fun. My eyes are so heavy, I feel like I have double eyelids...bunk-lids. Luckily the laptop and &lt;a href="http://www.amandayeager.com/2005/10/another-backyard-mystery.html"&gt;Kitty XL&lt;/a&gt; accompanied me in the guest room for 4 hours of computing in bed. I like that room. It's cute, and I never get to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I accomplished something. I got a jump start on my PowerPoint class that starts today, which is at double-speed of regular classes. It's a full semester class jammed into just 2-months. Suddenly I'm feeling very anxious about my ability to deal - my 2 other classes and this super-duper class, its like taking FOUR classes. Insane. &lt;a href="http://cypresshill.com"&gt;Insane in the membrane&lt;/a&gt;. No more midnight decorating for this chica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing about working after getting zero sleep is that I'm literally dealing with many hundreds of thousands of dollars while in a moderate (but escalating) state of fogginess.  Plus, &lt;a href="http://www.amandayeager.com/2006/03/springtime-with-balki-cha-cha.htm"&gt;Balki &amp;amp; Cha Cha&lt;/a&gt; aren't here today :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114348954291248405?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114348954291248405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114348954291248405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114348954291248405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114348954291248405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/03/need-coffee-now.htm' title='NEED. COFFEE. NOW.'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114334801100156168</id><published>2006-03-25T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:19:14.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncharacteristic Bimbo-girl Moment :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="173131804-26032006"&gt;I wrecked-up my car  today.  Less than 17k mi and it's already got battle scars.  I may  drive like a bat outta hell, but I'm always very safe and defensive, and  definitely don't do some of the crazy/illegal $hit the husband does, Mr. Class A  Drivers License.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been in  an accident.  At 16 and idiot hit me in a parking lot and busted my  tail-light.  When I was 25 I was the idiot and tapped a truck in front of  me - luckily it was so light nothing happened except it ripped  my front license plate frame from the mounts on my Jeep.  I had  wanted to take it off for months (which is  illegal in CA) so I was kinda  happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://amandayeager.com/images/hellrev48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://amandayeager.com/images/hellrev48.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today after my mani/pedi as I was pulling out of my parking  spot (no longer looking behind myself) and some dude jammed by me causing my  driver-side rear bumper to rip off his whole rear-bumper fascia.  I  heard the noise and STILL didn't realize there was a car there - I thought I ran  over something.  It was another smaller SUV full of young Mexican  dudes.  None of which really had anything to say.  I had to put the  guys bumper fascia back on myself, they were all just standing there looking at  the ground (admiring my shiny pedicure?) .  I had a feeling my little  g-string might have been sticking out of my  jeans while I was bending over, so I exerted some brut force and shoved the bumper back  on, basically told them they were cool with me (which they accepted lol) and  split.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="173131804-26032006"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="173131804-26032006"&gt;I blame my  bitchen sunglasses - the frames are so wide on the sides I can't see peripherally.   Obviously neither of us were paying enough attention, but I'm very surprised I  was involved.  I was in a pretty Zen place after the leg  massage, what can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114334801100156168?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114334801100156168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114334801100156168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114334801100156168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114334801100156168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/03/uncharacteristic-bimbo-girl-moment.htm' title='Uncharacteristic Bimbo-girl Moment :('/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114246523896237178</id><published>2006-03-16T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:07:20.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime, with Balki &amp; Cha Cha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;There  are these two little birds outside my office that chill on the balcony railing pretty much all day.  I think its a boy and a girl finch, and they  have been here since last Thursday.  I assume they have a nest in one  of the trees downstairs, because whenever a human arrives they both fly down to  it.  Either that or they're just starting the dating process.  I'm not  one with nature in regards to birds (cuz they kinda weird me out) but it's been  nice having office buddies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They do this weird little dance periodically  throughout the day - they rest their feet on the window mullion, then while  facing the window (and me)they do a combination jumping/flying move up and down  from a few inches up to about a foot up the window, then back down again.   The whole time they are not only singing, but their beaks bonk the window  repeatedly because they are so close to it.  Chirp-chirp BONK.   Chirp-chirp BONK.  After a long while of doing this they just go chill on  the balcony rail again or into the tree for a break.  The sounds they make  during this performance are the equivalent to someone whistling while tapping  their pen on their desk...repeatedly...for 30-40 minutes...6 times a day.   Irritating, yes, but they are my friends now.  I named 'em.  &lt;i&gt;Balki and  Cha Cha&lt;/i&gt;, of course.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114246523896237178?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114246523896237178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114246523896237178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114246523896237178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114246523896237178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/03/springtime-with-balki-cha-cha.htm' title='Springtime, with Balki &amp; Cha Cha'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114077380929217598</id><published>2006-02-24T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T14:44:51.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wireless Music Server</title><content type='html'>K I feel like a total nerd: I had an extra desktop computer on my hands (besides Chase's desktop &amp;amp; our laptop), so I decided to use &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tech-nerd-ology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and make a &lt;strong&gt;wireless music server&lt;/strong&gt; out of it. I wanted to be able to listen to my mp3 files on either my home stereo, garage stereo, or outside speakers. I also set up our wireless internet on it too, so I can download new music files straight to this server, access internet radio, etc., throughout the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already had all my mp3 files on an external USB hard drive, so I just copied them over to the new computer. Then I setup a wireless audio transmitter on the computer, and connected its receiver to the living room stereo. I sent all the computer audio out to this transmitter, so when I load playlists on Windows Media Player or Music Match, everything plays on the stereo receiver in the living room. I also have a full stereo in the garage (because evidently I need music EVERYWHERE) so I can send it out there, too. Oh I almost forgot, its got a remote, too.  So I can adjust volume, skip songs, repeat, pause, even switch from mp3 to internet radio from wherever I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of this setup being wireless is that it can be located &lt;em&gt;anywhere &lt;/em&gt;around the house. Since its an 'extra' computer, I don't want it taking up space around the main living areas . Not that I've decided where to put it yet. For now, since I've been setting it up, its in my dining room. Doesn't quite go with the decor :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114077380929217598?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114077380929217598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114077380929217598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114077380929217598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114077380929217598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/02/wireless-music-server.htm' title='Wireless Music Server'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114065117237254329</id><published>2006-02-22T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:35:19.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darol Mata</title><content type='html'>Darol Mata passed in January.  He was one of the kindest souls I've ever met. If you knew him too, visit the &lt;a href="http://darol-mata.memory-of.com/"&gt;Darol Mata memorial website&lt;/a&gt; and light a candle for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114065117237254329?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://darol-mata.memory-of.com' title='Darol Mata'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114065117237254329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114065117237254329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114065117237254329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114065117237254329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/02/darol-mata.htm' title='Darol Mata'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114059609778058037</id><published>2006-02-21T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:09:37.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's time to wish Windy a happy birthday!  Dang, I should wear my &lt;a href="windence.com"&gt;WDE06&lt;/a&gt; shirt today, but its still dirty from &lt;a href="http://slaughterhousestudios.blogspot.com/2006/02/windence-doe-experience.html"&gt;Sat night&lt;/a&gt;.  It's probably got sweat from those &lt;a href="http://www.whoresoftijuana.com/"&gt;Whores&lt;/a&gt; on it :)  I'm already looking forward to WDE07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also marks the start of 7 whole weeks of no major holiday, vacation or birthday of anyone I know, so I don't have to stress/plan anything until April (except St Pats day, but all I have to do for that is drink beer).  The office has finally slowed down, too.  Hopefully March I'll be able to exhale, focus on the upcoming Flash/Shockwave portion of my &lt;a href="http://www.amandayeager.com/2006/01/college-of-desert.html"&gt;internet publishing class&lt;/a&gt;, and maybe catch a hockey game or 2 before the playoffs start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114059609778058037?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114059609778058037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114059609778058037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114059609778058037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114059609778058037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/02/windence.htm' title='Windence'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-114021935493519742</id><published>2006-02-17T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T15:40:39.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to acknowledge my buddy &lt;a href="http://www.noahdicenso.com/"&gt;Noah&lt;/a&gt;'s 30th birthday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, No, and don't forget to make a wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-114021935493519742?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.noahdicenso.com/' title='Noah'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/114021935493519742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=114021935493519742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114021935493519742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/114021935493519742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/02/noah.htm' title='Noah'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113995350802294647</id><published>2006-02-14T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:15:10.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilbert reads my blog</title><content type='html'>Whatever. Scott Adams reads my blog. I know this because I spotted this &lt;a href="http://www.dilbert.com"&gt;Dilbert&lt;/a&gt; comic that's suspiciously inline with a blog entry of mine from last year called &lt;a href="http://www.amandayeager.com/2005/08/i-dont-believe-in-botox.html"&gt;I Don't Believe in Botox&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amandayeager.com/images/grimace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.amandayeager.com/images/grimace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As an aside, we're getting new carpet in the office tomorrow.  I'm excited - it's long overdue.  Not only is the carpet warn, but its MAUVE.  Yes, that means "like pink".  The previous occupants were art publishers.  I'd expect people in an artistic industry to have better color theory knowledge, but as I've always said "stupid people are everywhere".  The carpet is hideous.  I'm surprised they even make a color of carpeting in that shade.  Where it would be suitable, I have not a clue.  The new green scheme will be more to my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another benefit to replacing carpet is a no-choice spring cleaning of the entire joint, another long overdue task.  It's amazing what a change in something like carpet can do.  It's like BYJ got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feng shui'd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113995350802294647?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113995350802294647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113995350802294647&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113995350802294647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113995350802294647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/02/dilbert-reads-my-blog.htm' title='Dilbert reads my blog'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113952804917323293</id><published>2006-02-09T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:21:51.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hubba's Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday is my husbands 39th birthday.  His buddy Fred from Bishop is coming down for the festivities (aka a golf fest unofficially sponsored by Miller Lite).  K just kidding about the sponsorship.  Mike wishes!  It's awesome weather right now, so we're going to heat the pool and jacuzzi a little for bbq nights.  Sunday we're going to go out quading with the whole gang, and Monday night he and our brother-in-law are going to a Lakers game (against Utah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to give him the Callaway &lt;a href="http://www.amandayeager.com/images/callawaybag.jpg"&gt;Golf purse&lt;/a&gt; I got him.  He's going to love it. He just sold his Ping clubs and went back to Callaway, so he couldn't use his fancy Ping bag anymore.  I'm a little jealous his golf bag is nicer than any purse I have!  He is expecting the Callaway bag that is not quite as snazzy as this one, so he'll be surprised.  I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I make dinner for him on his Bday, then we go out for a fancy Valentine's dinner.  I do this because he is the household chef the other 364 days of the year.  I usually have to take the day off work to prepare for it.  This year I figured I was off the hook since we're having so many people over.  Then I realized what a jerk I would feel like if I couldn't pull off a dinner for him, so I'm going for it Valentine's night (and I didn't take the day off).  I've already got a spreadsheet going for the menu, and another for the shopping list.  We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love that he's 9 years older than I am, because even when I turned 30 a few minutes ago (ok like 100,000 minutes ago), I'm still the young one!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope I still think he's hot when I'm 61 and he's 70.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113952804917323293?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113952804917323293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113952804917323293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113952804917323293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113952804917323293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/02/hubbas-bday.htm' title='The Hubba&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113944817924986005</id><published>2006-02-08T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:33:55.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows OneCare goes Live in June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Microsoft Sets Pricing For Windows OneCare Live&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Times -  2/8/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft (America's leading pervayer of buggy software)  announced Tuesday that Windows OneCare Live will ship in June. A subscription  costing $49.95 a year will shield up to three PCs against viruses, spyware,  Window's defects and other cyberthreats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;Then Mandy's like all:&lt;br /&gt;OK, I get it, you want me to pay extra for you to fix your own holes?  Oh, I see you're throwing in anti-viral appeasements to throw me off, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I see being a benefit of this service is Norton Anti-Virus subscriptions may come down in price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 PC license for $50 = cool&lt;br /&gt;The same company that created the holes in turn protecting the holes  = not cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="500320101-09022006"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113944817924986005?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113944817924986005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113944817924986005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113944817924986005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113944817924986005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/02/windows-onecare-goes-live-in-june.htm' title='Windows OneCare goes Live in June'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113944807119974716</id><published>2006-02-08T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:26:31.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gmail to offer @your-domain hosting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gmail code hints at coming domain feature.&lt;br /&gt;by Garret Rogers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;@ 12:03 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="listDate"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,  February 8, 2006&lt;br /&gt;link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://blogs.zdnet.com/Google/?p=95"&gt;http://blogs.zdnet.com/Google/?p=95&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113944807119974716?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blogs.zdnet.com/Google/?p=95' title='Gmail to offer @your-domain hosting?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113944807119974716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113944807119974716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113944807119974716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113944807119974716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/02/gmail-to-offer-your-domain-hosting.htm' title='Gmail to offer @your-domain hosting?'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113945360538057310</id><published>2006-02-08T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:48:22.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Windy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.windence.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 374px; height: 450px;" alt="" src="http://myspace-626.vo.llnwd.net/00487/62/69/487579626_l.jpg" align="bottom" border="0" height="636" hspace="0" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113945360538057310?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113945360538057310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113945360538057310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113945360538057310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113945360538057310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-windy.htm' title='Happy Birthday, Windy!'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113943761309254945</id><published>2006-02-08T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T16:00:59.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Howard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="015570421-08022006"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm  tricky.  Mike and I have had Nextel phones for the passed 2 years, and  wanted to move back to Cingular.  Our contracts didn't expire until January  06, but I got Mike a Cingular &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://direct.motorola.com/ENS/web_producthome.asp?Country=USA&amp;language=ENS&amp;amp;productid=30334"&gt;Motorola  Black Razr V3&lt;/a&gt; in September.  I ported his number and got him a new  Nextel number, then changed our Nextel plans to a Team Share (both phones share  minutes).  Nextel didn't realize it was just me using all the minutes and  the new phone # was just a dummy number to get out of paying the early  termination fee on Mike's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So comes January and I am out of  contract with Nextel.  Now I need to move to Cingular and get a new  phone.  I wanted a Blackberry (aka Nerd Machine).  I had one a few  years ago and desperately missed it.  Hopefully the whole NTP vs RIM will  just go away.  I'm pretty confident they'll strike a deal.  Even if  not, my device won't end up useless to me, so I'm ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="015570421-08022006"  &gt;At the  same time, Chase's TMobile phone is seriously tore-up, but his contract doesn't  end until July.  If I upgrade through them, I have to extend the contract,  and I'd rather just move him to Cingular with us.  So again, I get  tricky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="015570421-08022006"  &gt;&lt;span class="015570421-08022006"&gt;Thanks to the wealth of information over at &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://www.howardforums.com/"&gt;Howard Forums&lt;/a&gt; on everything cell-related (I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; you, "Howard"), I learned how I could get  my husbands cell phone unlocked, for free, through Cingular  themselves.  I got it unlooked and gave it to Chase to use with his  TMo.  Now Mike has no phone.  Trickiness  #3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="015570421-08022006"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Amazon has a deal with cell phones that you get  a rebate back on the phones you buy through them if you enter into a service  contract too (I've bought 3 other phones this way).  Sometimes you get  like $100, sometimes the full phone price, sometimes MORE than what you paid or  the phone.  In the case of the Razr, the rebate was for the full purchase  price (albeit it takes 3+ months to get it back).  So I bought Razr  #2 to replace Mike's and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.blackberry.com/products/new_handhelds/index.shtml"&gt;Blackberry  8700&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for me, and put them on a family plan.  I won't get the rebate for  the Blackberry, but I will for the Razr. The Family Plan cost me $10 extra a  month, but I got 100 more minutes per month, too. Since all the minutes are  shared between the two phone numbers (and the 2nd number is just a dummy  number) they're all mine.  When the TMo contract for Chase expires, I'll  just take out his TMo sim and put in the Cingular dummy phone # sim.   Voila.  Everyone got a new phone, and all I paid for was the  Blackberry.  Plus, the extra $10 per month cost for the Family Plan  add on was recouped by selling both our old Nextel phones back to Nextel for $30  each.  I told you I was tricky.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/18/run_dmc/its_tricky.html"&gt;RUN DMC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;should  right a song about me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113943761309254945?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113943761309254945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113943761309254945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113943761309254945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113943761309254945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-3-howard.htm' title='I &lt;3 Howard'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113925319399727261</id><published>2006-02-06T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T11:13:14.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whopperettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="078090719-06022006"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.aol.com/nfl/superbowlads"&gt;Click here to view some of the  Superbowl XL commercials&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="078090719-06022006"&gt;Vote for the B&lt;span class="906541119-06022006"&gt;urger King&lt;/span&gt; Whopperettes commercial as your  favorite (please)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113925319399727261?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sports.aol.com/nfl/superbowlads' title='Whopperettes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113925319399727261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113925319399727261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113925319399727261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113925319399727261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/02/whopperettes.htm' title='Whopperettes'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113900857412655725</id><published>2006-02-03T15:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:18:58.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackberry Post</title><content type='html'>Test post - sending from my new &lt;a href="http://www.blackberry.com/products/new_handhelds/index.shtml"&gt;Blackberry&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113900857412655725?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113900857412655725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113900857412655725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113900857412655725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113900857412655725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/02/blackberry-post_03.htm' title='Blackberry Post'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113866492504995608</id><published>2006-01-30T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T11:43:16.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College of the Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Web Publishing 1 class starts today at COD's "Virtual Valley", aka online courses.  Its part of the Computer Information Systems degree curriculum.  In the early 90's when I was going to COD, they didn't have &lt;s&gt;$hit&lt;/s&gt; "booop" (that's my ASCII sound effect) for computer courses, and they were oblivious to the Internet.  Back then, everything was DOS based (dang, that was a long time ago).  Now, not only do they have actual programming courses, they have all types of classes online.  So after registering for the Web Pub class, I decided to order my transcripts to see what I actually accomplished back in the day.  Turns out I only need a couple of classes of general ed left, and if I follow the CIS curriculum I can get an AA degree.  Since I can take all these courses online, I've decided to go for it.  Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there is one CIS course I can't take online, which is Windows and Internet.  I had to get a prerequisite override from the department to take the Web Publishing class.  Hopefully I'll be able to get credit by examination for it, if I have to go to COD for 5 months and take that class, I have a feeling I'll pull my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at the campus taking care of the pre-req override, walking around (lost) was bringing back so many memories of when I first attended at 17.  For one thing, I remember my mom had bought a Motorola cell phone, and I used to take it with me on the days I went to COD.  It was smaller than the brick style, (it was actually a flip-phone) but it wasn't much lighter!  I also remember there were no internet dialup numbers local to the desert yet.  I had to call long distance to San Diego to use the internet.  One night I was up late screwing around and I fell asleep with it logged on.  Not only was there no "unlimited plans" like today, but as I said it was long distance to SD.  I didn't do that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113866492504995608?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113866492504995608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113866492504995608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113866492504995608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113866492504995608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/01/college-of-desert.htm' title='College of the Desert'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113841019399043665</id><published>2006-01-27T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:07:06.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 27th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Happy Birthday, Jess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113841019399043665?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113841019399043665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113841019399043665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113841019399043665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113841019399043665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/01/jan-27th.htm' title='Jan 27th'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113769670587819038</id><published>2006-01-19T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T10:53:10.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="281510518-19012006"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I can not be held  accountable for anything that happens today.  I've been up since 3am, on 3  hours sleep.  I tried to go back to bed, I just couldn't.  I hate  being a sleep-freak.  I also hate people.  I know this because at 5am  when I gave up on my failed attempts to sleep, I got on the computer and read  another Intelligent Design vs. Evolution debate.  It actually  started as a discussion regarding a recent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5148976"&gt;lawsuit  filed &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;by parents regarding a Fresno high school for teaching ID in a  "Philosophy of Design," elective course in which they were to discuss  "evolution as a theory and will discuss the scientific, biological and Biblical  aspects that suggest why Darwin's philosophy is not rock  solid.", and "relies exclusively on videos that advocate religious  perspectives and present religious theories as scientific ones."  BTW, the  teacher's husband is a pastor, and, its a public school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;You know what I  don't get?  Why is it that often times super-religious people attempt to  recruit others?  Wtf do they care what people they don't  know believe?  I mean...OMG you're not going to believe this, I just  got a piece of spam titled "Free King James Bible".  K that's freaky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Uhhhh, anyway...I treated myself to a Starbucks for getting to work  early/on-time today (however you look at it).  It's wearing off because I  already feel my eyes going a little comatose.  Not the rest of me, just the  eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113769670587819038?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113769670587819038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113769670587819038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113769670587819038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113769670587819038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/01/go-fish.htm' title='Go Fish'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113753855477744444</id><published>2006-01-17T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T09:44:42.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I got a chicken fajita pita from  Jack in the Box today for lunch.  My drink cup is sitting on my  desk, and i just noticed on the advertisement on it.  "Jack Cash Card -  great for gift giving" then it lists different gift giving occasions.   Among other things, one of the occasions is "wedding".  It made me  wonder...what if I had gotten a JIB gift card for a wedding present?  How  would I feel about it?  A bit odd, I think.  A bit  odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Glamis last weekend, sandy, but fun.  We are now officially saving to buy a few quads and a toy box.  I don't mean officially as in I've already put money aside, I mean officially as in I told Mike "I want a toy hauler" and he said "Ok.  Save for it and we'll pay cash". Then I informed him I wanted the &lt;a href="http://www.kawasaki.com/product_detail.asp?product=94&amp;category=1&amp;amp;tag=atv"&gt;Kawasaki KFX 400&lt;/a&gt; quad, mostly because it's green.  What?  I like green!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So far I've kept my '06 resolution, as I took more than a few pics of my nephew on his quad in the dunes.  However I didn't take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; many, so I'll try to do better next time.  We might go out to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.nps.gov/jotr/"&gt;Joshua Tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Sunday, should be a good opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113753855477744444?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113753855477744444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113753855477744444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113753855477744444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113753855477744444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/01/glamis.htm' title='Glamis'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113701247398925289</id><published>2006-01-11T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T12:47:54.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats are Democrats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Plenty of people would say cats are extremely lazy.  But when you domesticate an animal, it no longer gets all its needed exercise, entertainment and nutrition from its food-hunting job.  The only dues a house cat must repay you are the contract killing/torturing of the odd cricket/moth in the house.  Other than that, its nap time, or time to expend excess accumulated energy..by wrecking up furniture.  Why?  You gave him a home, bowls of food and water, a warm fuzzy place to nap.  No chores.  For your cat, its always Sunday afternoon.  Your turned him into a Democrat, you Commie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113701247398925289?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113701247398925289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113701247398925289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113701247398925289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113701247398925289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/01/cats-are-democrats.htm' title='Cats are Democrats'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113677483079194307</id><published>2006-01-08T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T11:36:17.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Citrus Country Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://amandayeager.com/images/LQpan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://amandayeager.com/images/LQpan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaramic view of 12th Green from the house&lt;br /&gt;Taken by my mom from her patio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113677483079194307?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113677483079194307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113677483079194307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113677483079194307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113677483079194307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/01/citrus-country-club.htm' title='Citrus Country Club'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113634450429620510</id><published>2006-01-03T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T11:35:27.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="984255802-04012006"&gt;This year my New Year's Resolution is going  to be not only to remember to take my camera with me on the weekends, but to  actually use it.  I go for the more realistic/not-that-hard  resolutions.  I can end world hunger next year, and if '06 goes as  planned, I can document it with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a total inability  to take photos for some reason.  Last weekend I made a mental note to take  it with me to the New Year's Eve party we went to, but of course I forgot when  it came time to leave.  Normally I put it in the purse I'm taking with  me.  Which really, just makes it a "purse-weight", cuz that's where it  stays.  Christmas Eve I successfully took like 7 pics.  I looked  pretty good that night too - I shoulda had someone take one of me  LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they say its 3 weeks to a habit.  This weekend is  &lt;a href="http://amandayeager.com/skyler/skyler_birthday.html"&gt;Skyler's birthday party&lt;/a&gt;, so I am definitely going to make a point to take some  real pics.  She's so dang cute, it won't be hard.  Next weekend we're  going out to Glamis to take out the quads (hopefully I won't run over the  camera).  The weekend after that, which is the 3rd week to my "habit" we  currently have no plans.  I'm "screening a death-ray" to this weekend until  we get some real plans for it, or else it'll curse my photo-documenting  resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BTW Happy Birthday Stacey Lee.  "Sisters by Marriage, Friends by Choice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113634450429620510?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113634450429620510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113634450429620510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113634450429620510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113634450429620510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-resolution.htm' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113598986039117687</id><published>2005-12-30T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T16:47:00.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free cab rides home NYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Free One-Way cab rides home in the Coachella Valley on NYE participating companies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Valley Cabousine, 340-5845&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ClassiCab, 322-3111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airport Taxi, 766-5052&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA Taxi, 251-5803&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Taxi, 601-6283&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Executive Taxi, 864-1500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113598986039117687?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113598986039117687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113598986039117687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113598986039117687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113598986039117687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/12/free-cab-rides-home-nye.htm' title='Free cab rides home NYE'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113593415686639805</id><published>2005-12-30T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T12:42:34.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Rather a Lump of Coal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="035073108-30122005"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ya know what I got  for Christmas?  The friggin FLU!  I'd rather a lump of coal.   I've camped out in my sick-fort since Tuesday, doing uhh umm NOTHING.   Bored out of my mind.  I didn't even watch TV.  So many things I could  have tended to around the joint, but zip, zero, zilch energy to remove  myself from bed.  I did however make it a point to put on all my diamonds,  so I felt a little fabulous :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for the laptop, so I got to do a  little work from home.  Today was the first day I went to work, but it was  only for 3 1/2 hours.  So now I have a 1.5 day work-week.  That would  be great, except I have tons of work to do.  Actually, it wasn't as  back-logged as I thought it was going to be.  That was comforting.   Especially because I won't be giving up my New Years Day holiday to make up for  so much missed work.  I mean gah, that would be silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="035073108-30122005"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="035073108-30122005"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I guess I was  super lucky to get "the sick" sandwiched in between Christmas and New Year's, so  I wouldn't miss out on anything fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://amandayeager.com/images/Nik.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="035073108-30122005"&gt;There is Nik on his quad.   Christmas was great.  I'm so glad for the family I have.  For the past  5 years, my family and my husbands family have all celebrated  Christmas together.  K it's after 1am, and I don't have a graphics program on here yet, so I'll crop the pic later.  &lt;em&gt;Happy New Year to  you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113593415686639805?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113593415686639805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113593415686639805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113593415686639805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113593415686639805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/12/id-rather-lump-of-coal.htm' title='I&apos;d Rather a Lump of Coal'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113530503251796803</id><published>2005-12-22T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T18:47:51.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powered by:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="640455801-23122005"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So now that I'm thirty, I've really been  trying to lead a healthier lifestyle.  Ya know I got a treadmill - of  course most of the exercise I've gotten outta that was when I  set up a receiver and speakers in the garage so I can jam to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;System of a  Down&lt;/span&gt; super-loud while on it (or just doing laundry).  I've never gone  outside to hear how loud it actually is outside of the garage, but I assume it  sounds something like Chase's band practice.  Since all of the homeowners  (besides us) on our street are over 40, I am guessing they  are closet-rockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been trying to eat healthier,  too.  But its friggin Christmas!  So like today for instance when I woke up, instead of getting on the treadmill, I had a Diet Dr. Pepper while petting Kitty XL.  Later at work I had a Diet Coke, and because I was too  busy to get any lunch, I had two giant cookies that were left over from  Christmas presents I had given out.  I kept busy and didn't realize  how malnourished I had actually become.  As I finished another Diet  Coke, a co-worker walked in with an entire platter of homemade  sweet-treats.  It's 5:30, and I've had no food today but 2 cookies.   Good timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick 'review' of the platter items, I realize I  probably am going to miss dinner at home again tonight.  Ohh, mini fudge  cubes.  Yumm.  Apple cinnamon muffins.  Then I realize I've  put nothing but total crap in my body for fuel today.  I've even eaten something that resembles what  I imagine a clowns pillowcase would look like after a nap without removing his makeup beforehand.  I feel bad, but  go for another mini fudge cube on my way back to my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking a  water right now to wash it all down, so I think that counteracts all of the  above, right?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113530503251796803?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113530503251796803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113530503251796803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113530503251796803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113530503251796803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/12/powered-by.htm' title='Powered by:'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113502057589900182</id><published>2005-12-19T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T12:08:41.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FiOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="625391719-19122005"&gt;I'm getting fiber!  I've seen them  surveying over the last couple weeks, Friday they painted my street, and  Saturday I got official notice from Verizon.  Now this morning when I left  for work I saw them actually digging.  This is awesome - I can't  wait!  "Yesss, I love technooologyyy". I feel like Kip Dynamite, He'll be  jealous when I'm "chatting with babes" over FiOS all  day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113502057589900182?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113502057589900182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113502057589900182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113502057589900182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113502057589900182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/12/fios.htm' title='FiOS'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113391674900028063</id><published>2005-12-06T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:46:18.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Month</title><content type='html'>K, my birthday is officially over. This years celebration lasted 3 1/2 weeks. I usually try for 4 solid weeks (aka Birthday Month), but quality counts, too. This was a very good year. I think I'll turn 30 again next year, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration ended with a "fablious" long weekend vacation in the &lt;a href="http://www.temeculawines.org/wineries.asp"&gt;Temecula Wine Country&lt;/a&gt;. Pretty much my favorite place to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine Tasting. Fancy Dinners. &lt;a href="http://www.pechanga.com/default.html"&gt;Casino Action&lt;/a&gt;. Facial. Massage. Disturbing other resort guests. I didn't want to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My massuese said the massage technique would release the toxins in the body, so I should drink a lot for the next little while. So, I did. Champagne, wine, beer, and vodka. So, I guess she meant I should drink a lot of WATER. Whatever. She should have been more clear about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were celebrating George's bday, too. He and Mike golfed at the &lt;a href="http://www.temeculacreekinn.com/"&gt;resort&lt;/a&gt;, then went to see the Raiders play - I mean loose - to the Chargers at &lt;a href="http://www.sandiego.gov/qualcomm/"&gt;the Q&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday. Evidently, AWESOME seats. Row 1 in the Club level. They deliver your beer to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks goes to the rest if the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4L Club&lt;/span&gt; for such a great weekend, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little weird to be back at work today. I came back to 294 incoming emails, and Enron. Whatever.   The Liars say we owe them $30k+, I say &lt;em&gt;they owe us&lt;/em&gt; a little less than $1k. Now I have to prove it with a paper file thats 3 1/2" thick. Now I know what font they used for the demand letter they sent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="359274523-06122005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:65;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Beelzebub" hspace="0" src="http://www.amandayeager.com/images/enron.jpg" align="bottom" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113391674900028063?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113391674900028063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113391674900028063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113391674900028063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113391674900028063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/12/birthday-month_113391674900028063.htm' title='Birthday Month'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113330537222037359</id><published>2005-11-29T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:05:45.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone, Schmilestone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="484091322-29112005"   style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't believe I'm thirty. It feels weird. Maybe I'll be "29 again". Hmm. Nah, that's silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about my birthday is because it's around Thanksgiving (sometimes the day after), I always get a nice looong weekend. This year that part was great, but the best part is the &lt;strong&gt;diamond ring&lt;/strong&gt; from my husband. I totally wasn't expecting that one. All I wanted a light fixture for the bar area! He's also making me a special dinner tonight, but I don't know what it is. He always makes dinner, and I clean up. Does this mean I have to clean up tonight, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spoiled this year. It makes the whole 30 thing not so bad. The ring, plus my parents took us to the Eagles, and this weekend we are going to Temecula (&lt;em&gt;I can't wait to wine-taste &amp; spaaaah&lt;/em&gt;) to celebrate joint birthdays with Stacey and the newly 40 George. Maybe that's why I don't mind my new age - I'm still the young one ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113330537222037359?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113330537222037359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113330537222037359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113330537222037359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113330537222037359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/11/milestone-schmilestone.htm' title='Milestone, Schmilestone.'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113236835492688268</id><published>2005-11-18T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T18:50:46.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirate Husband (arrrgh)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I haven't been to an Emergency Room in quite a while...since the &lt;em&gt;first time&lt;/em&gt; Jessie broke her wrist. Nothing like a Friday night to visit one. I'm on my way to meet the husband there, he's got a chunk of wood lodged in his eye. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad, but I'm kinda glad I wasn't home so I didn't have to try to fish it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amandayeager.com/archives/2005_07_01_archive.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyeballs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; gross me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wonder if they’ll give him an eye patch – that’d be awesome. Pirate Husband, arrrgh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113236835492688268?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113236835492688268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113236835492688268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113236835492688268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113236835492688268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/11/pirate-husband-arrrgh.htm' title='Pirate Husband (arrrgh)'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113200578518118374</id><published>2005-11-14T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:05:33.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagles Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="000162521-14112005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Eagles rock! Saturday night we went to see the Eagles Farewell I 2005 Tour at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwtg.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Indian Wells Tennis Gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. It was awesome. Almost surreal, and on so may different levels. First of all, I have never gone to a concert that was 1.96 miles away from my house. It only took about 10 minutes to get parked. Concerts usually involve 2+ hours of driving (both ways), and in the case of Green Day/Blink 182 concert we went to in San Diego - 2 hours to get out of the arena &lt;em&gt;after midnight&lt;/em&gt;, when we all had to work in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="000162521-14112005"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="000162521-14112005"&gt;We went with my parents, my sister, and Mike's sister &amp;amp; her husband. It's cool to be able to do things like that with my parents. They all came over to our house before hand for the pre-party. I have only been to one other concert with my parents, which was Joe Walsh, coincidentally. We all had a great time, and we got my mom to dance with us. She actually danced more than I did! It's just so unnatural to sit down at a concert! Beers were of course $7 each, but that didn't stop us. Mike and I even got by the "security" with 4 Miller Lites stuffed in his pockets, &lt;em&gt;while we were each drinking one&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="000162521-14112005"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="000162521-14112005"&gt;They played for 3 hours, with a 20-30 minute intermission, no opening act. At first I thought it was going to be too long of a show, but they got to play all the songs I wanted to hear, plus some songs from their solo careers, too, like Funk #49, Boys of Summer, etc. I never thought I'd see the Eagles period, much less in such a small venue. Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113200578518118374?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113200578518118374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113200578518118374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113200578518118374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113200578518118374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/11/eagles-concert.htm' title='Eagles Concert'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113157771880666958</id><published>2005-11-09T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T15:24:57.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tihs is Wreid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;wlohe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two methods to this letter scrambling.  The above is the easier of the two, click &lt;a href="http://www.lerfjhax.com/70.0.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see the more difficult version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I don't have to correct my typos anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113157771880666958?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lerfjhax.com/70.0.html' title='Tihs is Wreid'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113157771880666958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113157771880666958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113157771880666958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113157771880666958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/11/tihs-is-wreid.htm' title='Tihs is Wreid'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113140358002986092</id><published>2005-11-07T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:08:56.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schwarzenegger Keeps Calling Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="062431122-07112005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I set up a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voip" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voice Over IP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; phone system at home a few weeks ago. It's a little cheaper than our regular phone service, but now we have all the cool little extras like Caller ID, voicemail, and some stuff I don't use like 3-way calling, plus we have unlimited long distance. Oh also, I can access a list of the incoming, missed and outgoing calls online. It's a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liferesearchuniversal.com/orwell.html#1984" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for myself, but with teenagers its more like "Big Mama". It helps me spy on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="062431122-07112005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't cancel our landline yet (just in case), so I set up those calls to auto-forward to the VoIP number. Except for having to use 10-digit dialing (as in, area code for &lt;em&gt;local calls&lt;/em&gt;, too. Grrrr!), it's been working pretty well. There are some minor (curable) issues like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gop.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Republicans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; keep calling to remind/threaten me to vote tomorrow. I can't wait till that's over! I accidentally hung up on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.governor.ca.gov/state/govsite/gov_homepage.jsp?a%3da&amp;BV_SessionID=@@@@0023712802.1131402811@@@@&amp;amp;BV_EngineID=cccgaddgeehgfijcfngcfkmdffidfng.0" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arnold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, he's the only one of those calls I like. Just hearing him say Cawli-FOR-nya over my phone is amusement enough to listen. I chuckle, hang up, and The Husband says "Who was that?" as I walk off. I just matter of factly say "Schwarzenegger", as if he calls me all the time. Every November, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113140358002986092?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113140358002986092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113140358002986092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113140358002986092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113140358002986092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/11/schwarzenegger-keeps-calling-me.htm' title='Schwarzenegger Keeps Calling Me!'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113104042163410185</id><published>2005-11-03T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T10:48:56.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, and the Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://amandayeager.com/images/jessielee2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://amandayeager.com/images/jessielee2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since Jessie left us (whatever), I live with 3 dudes. Even the cat is male! Between Chase (whose job it is), Tucker, and The Husband, you'd think one of them could take the trash out to the street. But, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this to be the 4th week in a row I have either taken all 3 cans to the street, or brought the empty cans back in. Mind you, I do this in 3" heels, and a skirt, in wet grass...late for work. It's not that I'm too prissy to do it (obviously), but not only is this not my chore, none of the various other residents of the house wear heels. Uhh...that I know of, anyway. After Chase's girl pants, eyeliner and nail polish, oh it frightens me to consider. Starfark, did I just jinx myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113104042163410185?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113104042163410185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113104042163410185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113104042163410185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113104042163410185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-and-three.htm' title='Me, and the Three'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113089043658796173</id><published>2005-11-01T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:15:15.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls, Conceit, or Senility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The time change signifies two things I hate, the return of &lt;strong&gt;snowbird traffic&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;5:04pm darkness&lt;/strong&gt;. Blech! The combination of the two is a double-whammy, due to my genetic limited night-visibility. If you're unfamiliar with snowbirds, I'll tell you that A. Locals love them because they inject money into the economy of the Valley, and B. Locals hate them because they figured out how to live somewhere during the summer months that does not involve 120+ degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, snowbird traffic is really an artform. They somehow manage to turn a 700 series BMW into a death-machine. The surprise is in the way this death-machine performs. Say, deciding IN the intersection that they now want to turn left, as opposed to their forward direction of travel. Too bad the left turn lane has a red. Well, in that case you would just brake, turn your wheels to the left, signal, and wait for a green light. No one would mind, right? You'd think the root of the word &lt;em&gt;INTERSECTion&lt;/em&gt; would trigger just a little apprehension. Seriously, how does one think its OK to sit in the middle of an intersection. Is it balls, conceit, or senility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside, Halloween was great fun last night. I had a few good scares, and learned an important parenting skill: before you dress your kid up in an elaborate strapped-in/helmeted/gloved/cape-wearing costume, the kid should pee. BTW, thanks for Catherine Porter for a rockin Halloween party Saturday, and John Stanley King for playing songs like Superstition to keep me dancing all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113089043658796173?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113089043658796173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113089043658796173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113089043658796173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113089043658796173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/11/balls-conceit-or-senility.htm' title='Balls, Conceit, or Senility'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113080231020155184</id><published>2005-10-31T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:34:13.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerveza, Por Favor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://amandayeager.com/images/cabo/marina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://amandayeager.com/images/cabo/marina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow. Being back at work is weird. Maybe that's because I'm wearing black and white stripped tights under my skirt. Good thing it's Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabo was cool. We stayed at the Riu Palace. You can see the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.riu.com/palacecabosanlucas/slideshow/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;resorts slide-show here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. It was $300 per night, not bad except after our first night there, they pretty much refused to come refill our complimentary mini-bar anymore. That was unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://amandayeager.com/images/cabo/stac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://amandayeager.com/images/cabo/stac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is Stacey calling the front desk yet again (after I called) to try to get more beer. I forgot to take a picture of the "&lt;a href="http://amandayeager.com/images/cabo/dispenser.jpg"&gt;alcohol dispenser&lt;/a&gt;" in each room. I'll have to see if I can get one. Anyway, due to these dispensers, I couldn't take very many pictures. It was one of those kind of vacations. I did manage to get a picture of Slim's Elbow Room, the smallest bar in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;world. It's near Cabo Wabo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amandayeager.com/images/cabo/slims.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://amandayeager.com/images/cabo/slims.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the nice girl that works there standing inside the &lt;em&gt;front&lt;/em&gt; window. That's the &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt; window in the left of the shot. They say it's about the size of a regulation pool table. Yeah, it's small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made my husband a little mad about never changing my last name to his. Sorry, I've been Amanda Yeager for a really long time, it's weird just to up and change that. Amanda Leonard. I dunno. Anyway, to get out/back into the country, we had to fill out a few forms. Even though we're married, we had to fill out seperate forms because we don't have the same last name. He mentioned this to me quite a few times. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I had a fingerprint er something on my camera lens, because most of my pics are splotchy in the middle. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to go back and take more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amandayeager.com/images/cabo/landsend.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://amandayeager.com/images/cabo/landsend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a shot from the resort. Land's End is behind/right of the giant boat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The weather was awesome, thankfully. Quite a few people there were supposed to be in Cancun but got diverted. We had a great time, and met some really cool people (some weirdos, too). Of course we had some phenomenal tacos in town. Plus, a Federali flirted with me! On duty, carrying his rifle, y todo! Yeah, I learnend a little Spanish, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113080231020155184?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113080231020155184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113080231020155184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113080231020155184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113080231020155184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/10/cerveza-por-favor.htm' title='Cerveza, Por Favor.'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-113070331026281324</id><published>2005-10-30T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T12:15:10.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Rapt in Awe</title><content type='html'>"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;It is the source of all true art and all science. &lt;br /&gt;He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder &lt;br /&gt;and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Albert Einstein-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-113070331026281324?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/113070331026281324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=113070331026281324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113070331026281324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/113070331026281324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/10/stand-rapt-in-awe.htm' title='Stand Rapt in Awe'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-112975982441691876</id><published>2005-10-19T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T15:21:45.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Backyard Mystery</title><content type='html'>Last night I pulled a cactus-poke off the tip of Kitty XL's tail. He really wasn't into me doing that, so I had to use basic-trickery and seduce him with &lt;em&gt;food&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Typical male&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://amandayeager.com/images/kittyxl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px;" src="http://amandayeager.com/images/kittyxl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the 2nd time I've pulled cactus off him in a month. Last time it was stuck on what would be his hip (&lt;em&gt;if he wasn't shaped like a taco&lt;/em&gt;). Wtf is he doing to get impaled by cacti?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-112975982441691876?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/112975982441691876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=112975982441691876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112975982441691876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112975982441691876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-backyard-mystery.htm' title='Another Backyard Mystery'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-112966081073748863</id><published>2005-10-18T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:41:20.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining Light Bulbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="453350118-18102005"   style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;That was some serious rain.  Persistent.  I think the entire desert is flooded.  Hard rain.  Roaring thunder.  The wind.  That lightening.  Then two little earthquakes?  Come on, one thing at a time, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time it gets stormy or really windy, I find these little Xmas size light bulbs on my back patio.  I have a set of those decorative string garden lights on my patio that uses them, but no bulbs are missing.  None of my immediate neighbors have them.  Wheeeere are they coming from?  I now have a collection of 4 of these little lights.  It's things like this that keep me up at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-112966081073748863?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/112966081073748863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=112966081073748863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112966081073748863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112966081073748863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-raining-light-bulbs.htm' title='It&apos;s Raining Light Bulbs'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-112958260400548424</id><published>2005-10-17T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:28:14.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird but Cool Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;On account of our vacation next week, this had to be a "working weekend" around the house. I made a deal with myself the I was only allowed to do "fun-stuff" at night (which I certainly did every night &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/productive.gif" /&gt; of course), and I had to get chores/projects done during the days. I had originally planned to work on the 3rd-car area of garage to prepare for my &lt;em&gt;Workout/Laundry/Storage/Craft/GetAwayFromMe&lt;/em&gt; room, but Mike wanted to re-seed the lawn. I helped him do a bit of yard maintenance, and of course got my hand &lt;strong&gt;stabbed&lt;/strong&gt; by a cactus through my gloves. Must I injure myself EVERY weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved the unfinished art pieces from the hallway to the sitting area in my bedroom, and replaced them with some new super-close up prints of agave and philodendron leaves. Kind of Zen - goes well with my natural/modern scheme. The frame and matting really helps pop the green of the leaves against the green of the walls. The husband didn't even notice. I also installed an under-cabinet light in the kitchen that I had sitting around from an unfinished project. I really liked the end result because it brightened up that corner tremendously. So I was about to install the second light under another cabinet, but because it was for a different project the light was too long for that particular cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch Mike asked if I wanted to go to Lowe's with him. Duh. Not only did I want to get a shorter light for that cabinet, but I can easily spend a few hours browsing Lowe's. So when Mike goes with me, I use that to put all kinds of ideas in his head about various things we could do to the house. Well, I got &lt;strong&gt;suckered&lt;/strong&gt;. All he wanted was a little bag of grass seed he needed to finish the lawn, so in the car (since I'm already trapped) he says "We should just go to Wal*Mart and get cheap/regular grass instead of the golf-course grass I got at Lowe's, that way we can groceries there, too". Hhh. Super Wal*Mart is my own personal &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm writing this it just started raining AGAIN. After being 99° last Thurs &amp;amp; Fri, I've been&lt;em&gt; loving&lt;/em&gt; the cool rainy weather so far. Beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-112958260400548424?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/112958260400548424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=112958260400548424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112958260400548424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112958260400548424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/10/weird-but-cool-weekend.htm' title='Weird but Cool Weekend'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-112933539791492944</id><published>2005-10-14T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:08:34.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expletive.  Expletive again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;OH. MY. GOD. I just experienced what it was like at the beginning of a heart-attack. I think. Hmm, well maybe getting caught naked in public. I don't know, but as I was getting up from my desk I heard something fall to the floor, like a pin drop. I turned to see what it was - its looking more and more like the back of an earring. That's when it started. My heart stopped, I gasped. I don't think my hands have ever moved as fast as they did as I flung the pen and envelope I was holding to grab my earlobes. MY DIIIAMONDS! I gasped again (reverse-gasp?) when I realized both diamonds were still in my ear, with the backs attached. Expletive. Expletive again. That scared the expletive out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-112933539791492944?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/112933539791492944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=112933539791492944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112933539791492944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112933539791492944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/10/expletive-expletive-again.htm' title='Expletive.  Expletive again.'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-112916578628532213</id><published>2005-10-12T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:10:41.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream + Pepper = Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="590113417-12102005"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had this idea for about a month now. I've been thinking of trying ice cream with pepper on it. I know that's sorta weird, or really weird, but the fact that I considered it at various random times lead me to believe this may be a good thing. So last weekend the husband comes home from the groc with stuff for dinner...and vanilla ice cream. I hadn't even told him about my little plan! So last night I finally got the chance to try it. Ok not big ol' flakey, course, store-bought pepper, but fine, freshly milled pepper, on quality vanilla ice cream. It was good. I know that still sounds weird, but have you ever had a Chai Latte? It's similarish. Tonight I'm trying it with white pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-112916578628532213?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/112916578628532213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=112916578628532213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112916578628532213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112916578628532213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/10/ice-cream-pepper-good.htm' title='Ice Cream + Pepper = Good'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-112907270537204546</id><published>2005-10-11T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T18:27:49.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I was Smarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.   Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand.   Your foot will change direction. Go ahead - try and not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-112907270537204546?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/112907270537204546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=112907270537204546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112907270537204546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112907270537204546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-thought-i-was-smarter.htm' title='I thought I was Smarter'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-112905714086419573</id><published>2005-10-11T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T12:04:15.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$60 Can of Spam®</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amandayeager.com/images/spam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="322" alt="" src="http://www.amandayeager.com/images/spam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="903284418-11102005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;This was Jessie's Halloween costume last year. Yes, she was a can of &lt;strong&gt;Spam®.&lt;/strong&gt; Considering it was $60, I was hoping she would be Spam® again for the next umm 75 years, but of course that can't happen. So you know what she wants to be this year? Batman. Batman with the muscles. Batman with the muscles that her nephew was 2 yrs ago (&lt;em&gt;when he was 4&lt;/em&gt;). Batman. She's in 8th grade. Maybe it was because when Nik was Batman, she was kinda forced to be Batman's sidekick, Robin. Not the cool-new Robin, old-school Robin. Now that I think about it, I was Pee Wee Herman in 8th grade (no, it was &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; the scandal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-112905714086419573?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/112905714086419573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=112905714086419573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112905714086419573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112905714086419573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/10/60-can-of-spam.htm' title='$60 Can of Spam®'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-112872839485495416</id><published>2005-10-04T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:08:43.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Logic. Math. Reality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;span class="218403023-30092005"  style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;In anticipation of the NHL season beginning tomorrow, the following is a posting I made to a hockey newsgroup (remember newsgroups, anyone?) back in 1998 before the start of the playoff season. I found it by &lt;a href="http://google.com"&gt;Googling&lt;/a&gt; myself, LOL! I just think its funny so I'm posting it because &lt;em&gt;I can&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="scripthide"&gt;&lt;span class="218403023-30092005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda Yeager March 1, 1998 1:00am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;div class="scripthide" id="h0c3dddb640bdc50a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="218403023-30092005"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, hello? I'd just like to point out that MATH can help out a little here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="mbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You say "&lt;em&gt;American teams will continue to claim the cup, regardless of what nationality is prevalent on the team."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, since there are 6 Canadian teams in the 26 team NHL, that accounts for 23% of the League. I sure as hell hope that with a greater than 3/4 ratio, American teams should be winning the Cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mbody"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not going to mention at all that 70% of league players are Canadian. Or American population to player representation ratio. But I will say that looking at the current standings, the Canadian teams are lacking in the W's. But there are ONLY SIX! We Americans keep stealing Can teams &amp;amp; putting them in places that suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someday The Can-Am Great Debate will end. It is getting boring. We all know that Canada is the 51st state. We all know that Americans are too pig headed to fully admit Canadians just plain rule in hockey. American pig-headed-ness is the only reason why Americans are so hell bent on proving some sort of "American Hockey Supremacy", when most Americans could care less about the sport. Face it - the NHL is played largely in America because that is who will PAY for it. It has nothing to do with the players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, this is from my own personal AMERICAN-Native Southern California&lt;span class="630493823-07102005"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;-Lives in Palm Springs-LOYAL LA KINGS FAN-GIRL point of view. But don't hold that against me - most influential in my opinion, was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;LOGIC&lt;span class="630493823-07102005"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;MATH&lt;span class="630493823-07102005"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;REALITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-112872839485495416?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/112872839485495416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=112872839485495416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112872839485495416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112872839485495416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/10/logic-math-reality.htm' title='Logic. Math. Reality.'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596660.post-112872810965696965</id><published>2005-09-27T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T17:22:01.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"till death do us part"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/determined.gif" align="absMiddle" /&gt; determined&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="245232023-27092005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;My parents just celebrated their 38th wedding anniversary. &lt;u&gt;Thirty-eight years&lt;/u&gt;. Jeez. My in-laws 40th wedding anniversary is in a few months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="245232023-27092005"&gt;It's nice to know some people can still keep it together, through all the STUFF. It motivates me to know that they are having more fun together at this time in their lives than they did when they first fell in love. &lt;u&gt;They didn't give up&lt;/u&gt;. I hope we can say the same for our marriage. L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="245232023-27092005"&gt;ike we said on that day, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;till death do us part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". I guess if we end up&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;killing each-other&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; that still stands true. I'll toast to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="245232023-27092005"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mikeandmandy.net/images/toast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;stream.amandayeager.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17596660-112872810965696965?l=ayeager.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/feeds/112872810965696965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17596660&amp;postID=112872810965696965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112872810965696965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17596660/posts/default/112872810965696965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayeager.blogspot.com/2005/09/till-death-do-us-part.htm' title='&quot;till death do us part&quot;?'/><author><name>Amanda Yeager-Leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765589067745178181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cjs3WOC7gIc/SD4dXmZDGHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ltJJt-Ml3Ow/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
