<?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-5086887485726163197</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:20:09.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Poppins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-28221044373150789</id><published>2009-02-12T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:43:04.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGGGHHH, this bugs me!</title><content type='html'>I went to the grocery store, and had all the kids with me.  Usually, I put them in the "Tree House" which is a child care/play area that they LOVE, but since I only had a few things to get, I just dragged them around with me.  (It ended up being more than I had expected, which is not a surprise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done, I found a register with no line and started putting my items up.  Before she could even ring one item through, she had to ask me, "Do you have your Martin's card?"  That just put me in the foulest mood!  Is it me, or is it ok to swipe your card once everything is already rung up?  Why was she in such a hurry for it?  Couldn't she see that I had five kids I was tending to, as well as loading up all the groceries.  I felt obligated to make searching for my card my top priority.  That was really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the bagger kept making comments about my kids- like he's never seen anyone with SO MANY kids before.  All of you who have even three kids probably know what I'm talking about.  It's like we all have seven eyes or something.  Then he was like, "Hurry- get them all out of here quickly- ha ha ha."  Yeah, real funny guy.  Next time, I know who NOT to go to when it's time to check out, even if there is no line.  It wasn't worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-28221044373150789?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/28221044373150789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=28221044373150789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/28221044373150789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/28221044373150789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2009/02/uggghhh-this-bugs-me.html' title='UGGGHHH, this bugs me!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-4890649366000326978</id><published>2009-02-10T14:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:33:46.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reisterstown Road</title><content type='html'>So today, Scott and I took Max and Meredith to the Baltimore Symphony for a field trip with our school.  It turned out to be a lot of fun and just a really neat concert.  They kept it short, about 45 minutes, since it was geared for kids.  I thought they did an excellent job for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to Scott's work (in Owings Mills) we took a different route...one in which we did not know where any restaurants were, fast food even.  So once we were out of the city and back on the beltway, we had two options.  Go ahead to Owings Mills, or stop on Reisterstown Road.  That was my suggestion.  It is filled with shops and food and everything you need- or at least what we needed at the time.  We figured we'd stop at McD's or Burger King...although I was hoping to see a Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott spotted a Panera Bread and I said, "Yes- that will be great!"  We pulled in to a very packed parking lot (it was kind of a strip mall) and found a spot and parked.  Panera was really busy...at 1:30 in the afternoon.  I wasn't too surprised.  It's a popular place.  Scott glanced at his watch, and just then, Meredith suggested that we go to the pizza shop next door.  Scott said that was fine, and we went in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to this empty pizza place that did have lots of tables.  I felt a little uneasy, but we decided to stay.  We noticed the kids' meal, which was a good deal, so we ordered two of them.  Then we were trying to decide on our own pizza.  We were going to split one, and we could each pick our own toppings.  I started off saying I'd like pepperoni and onion.  The guy was like, "We don't served meat here."  Oh, ok.  I thought of the movie, "My big fat Greek wedding" when the aunt says, "He don't eat no meat!"  Anyway, I was on the right track.  Shortly after we ordered our veggie pizza, some men came in...all Jewish.  They were wearing their little, and I will have to use the word BEANIE because I don't know how to spell YAMAKA! :)  Anyway, you get the point.  Then, more and more people piled in...long after the usual lunch time.  I was really taken back by it all.  I didn't know if the cheese was even normal on the pizza.  Do they use NORMAL cheese, or is it goat's cheese?  I just don't know.  I honestly felt like I was on a missions trip to Israel or something.  They even served the "Israeli Pizza." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott works for a Jewish firm and was not taken back by this.  He said all the guys take a late lunch, because they don't even roll into work until 9 or 9:30.  This is just normal.  It still felt weird to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was quite the experience on Reisterstown Road today.  Why was I so shocked?  I'm still wondering.  What was it?  I don't know.  But I grabbed a pamphlet on how to create the perfect Bar Mitzvah when I walked out the door, just in case I ever needed it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-4890649366000326978?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/4890649366000326978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=4890649366000326978' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/4890649366000326978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/4890649366000326978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2009/02/reisterstown-road.html' title='Reisterstown Road'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-9171872846853343426</id><published>2009-02-06T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:34:49.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay- I got in!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone...who still remembers me! :)  I have been trying to get onto my blog and did not have any luck until today.  I had to go to Heather's first and then try mine.  It's so odd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so many great ideas last week of what I could write.  Can I remember any of them now?  No.  I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just give you a quick update then and I'll try to get more creative next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Tax season has officially started for every other CPA, but thankfully, Scott is not quite too busy yet.  OK, I say that as I remember that he is working late and I probably won't  see him until midnight.  But anyway, maybe it's just not affecting me yet.  He is not working tomorrow.  That is saying something for a Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am doing really well on my homeschool schedule and that thrills me!  I am not sure how this year will end, or when it will, but it won't be too late.  I'll tell you why in #'3  and 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Mark and Heather and the kids are coming to visit us sometime in March.  I absolutely can't wait to see them!  Heather and I have such a unique "phone relationship" that I don't have with anyone else.  That helps a lot.  We catch up and talk for long periods of time about everything.  I don't feel we've even skipped a beat.  But there's something so great about seeing them and doing things together...in person (and Skype does not count...right Heather?  How weird that thing is!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  In April...3 days after the official end of tax season, Scott and I are taking a 10 night cruise to the Caribbean.  We are going alone, and my mom and sister so graciously offered to keep my kids for that length of time.  I cannot wait for that either!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Scott has a job interview on March 21 with a firm that is only 5 miles from our house.  He has some issues with his current firm, and is ready to leave.  He feels he should.  We are praying for that.  And, ultimately, Scott would love to open up a drive-thru coffee shop with my brother, Bill, and that is in their minds right now.  They are trying to figure all that out.  There is really nothing like that out here (Maryland has a million snowball stands, but no drive-thru coffe shops).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  We have a membership to the Baltimore Aquarium and the B&amp;amp;O Railroad Museum.  We go to the Aquarium very often (once a month?) and have only been to the railroad museum once.  I do plan to go back, but part is outdoors, so I am waiting for better weather.  This Tues. Scott and I are taking the kids to the Baltimore Symphony with their school for a field trip.  I am really looking forward to that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  The kids' school???  OK, so we are part of a school, called Cedar Brook Academy.  It is a wonderful support for us.  They offer for elementary school, Wed. classes (P.E., Science, and Art) twice a month, field trips, and they report to the state for us.  We have yearly reviews and that is it.  It's very nice and keeps me on top of things.  I think I need the accountability!  Once they hit 7th grade, they will be going to class every Thurs.  They can take anything from yearbook to anatomy to biology (with labs), etc.  It is really neat.  They are very organized and like I said before, a huge support.  My kids will be able to do a "prom" and also a graduation.  That, I like.  My sister, Lauren, attends now, and so do my other sister's two oldest kids.  I'm trying to decide if Max should start band in a year or two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  We just joined the local YMCA.  Love it!  We usually swim during the day a few days a week and then on Friday nights.  One of my best friends, Tammy, goes too, and we see her and her family often.  I look forward to that.  I take a Yoga class on Thurs. nights with Lauren, and I also enjoy working out when I can.  That usually happens two nights a week.  Now I don't really remember what it's like not to have a lot of exercise as part of my life.  I hope that never changes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  We are official members at Forcey Memorial Church now.  It doesn't really mean anything, I don't think, but I thought I'd mention it.  We do plan to get more involved and find a ministry where Scott and I (and the kids even) can get involved.  We are leaning towards "kid's church", which is during the 2nd service every week.  Max will be in there next year, and I think they could use another couple to help.  Scott might even get to teach some.  I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I used to feel very strongly about never sending my kids into day care at places like the Y, but since moving here, they go to that one as well as the "tree house" at our grocery store.  What a break that is for me and it has worked out well.  They LOVE the tree house especially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's all for now.  I really need to get dinner ready and head over to the Y in a little bit.  Just wanted to say hello to you all and let you know I am alive and hope to write more...now that I know how to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-9171872846853343426?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/9171872846853343426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=9171872846853343426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/9171872846853343426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/9171872846853343426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay-i-got-in.html' title='Yay- I got in!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-3781537965662887625</id><published>2008-10-31T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T05:37:56.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I LOVE Halloween.  I look forward to celebrating with my kids.  Some people really think about the background and where Halloween got started and just can't get past it.  I vaguely know a little, but I don't think about it much.  I feel like since I have a pure heart in it all and don't celebrate this holiday in a way that is offensive to the Lord, we can enjoy it as a family without feeling guilty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a party here tonight.  Between our family, my sister's family, my parents and Lauren, and one other family, we will have 25 people here!  So fun!!!  Yesterday I got the house all cleaned up and got everything ready for the party.  I moved the table into the kitchen.  Now we have room in the dining room to play "Pin the Nose on the Pumpkin" and just a lot of room for everyone to sit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, when the kids got up, they came down as I was making cupcakes and were so excited, like it's Christmas- "HAPPY HALLOWEEN MOMMY" is what they said as they hugged me.  It just makes me laugh.  I am a kid at heart and enjoy this as much as they do.  I'll take any reason to party or celebrate something! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other exciting part of today is that as soon as we all get dressed, we are going to my mom's a pick her up and then meet my dad and my sister's family at the "pumpkin patch."  OK, this is really nothing like a pumpkin patch- it's a parking lot that sells a few pumpkins.  But, inside, there are Christmas trees all over the place decorated in different styles.  It's so fun wallking down the aisles and seeing them all.  Growing up, this IS what we called the pumpkin patch.  As a matter of fact, a few weeks ago, we went to a REAL one and had the hay ride, picked pumpkins, stuffed a scarecrow, etc.  But Lauren wasn't able to go.  So the other day she said, "On Friday we're going to the Pumpkin Patch."  I asked her which one and she said "The good one!"  Ha ha.  To us, it's the good one because it's the tradition.  We love it (Valley View Farms, for those who live in MD who are wondering)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we're done, it will be time for the party.  Oh, I love a day like today.  The house is all clean, we can leave, do some fun things, and come back to a clean house, and LOTS of people!  What more is there in life???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-3781537965662887625?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/3781537965662887625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=3781537965662887625' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/3781537965662887625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/3781537965662887625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-239358628433403020</id><published>2008-10-26T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:39:17.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Facebook friends</title><content type='html'>So all of you on Facebook, let me ask you this:  Is it not hard enough to think of a daily status, let alone having to think of an entire post for the blog???  I have troubles.  I think it's much easier to write a one liner than to write an entire post.   Is my life REALLY that boring???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy lately!  It's like time is flying by faster than it ever has in my whole life.  I guess that's good- it's been good stuff at least.  I love my Bible studies, teaching the kids, keeping up on the house, cooking meals, all that stuff- I have very good days usually.  I am just that kind of person.  I just feel bad because I think there has to be more I could be doing.  There are times in my day/week that I try to come up with something fun.  I'm not bored, but I think I fear being bored, so I make sure every moment is filled up with something.  This week I am going to focus more on serving others- and having my kids join in.  I would like to take a meal to a neighbor (or two or three) in the next few weeks.  I'd like to write letters to Scott's grandpa, and to my grandma.  You know, stuff like that.  If you have any other great ideas, let me know.  It's hard to come up with things for myself, let alone myself and FIVE little kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are doing well!  I haven't talked with a lot of you in a while, and I do think about you, even though I don't always get that email out, or even that quick note on Facebook.  Let me know what you've been up to.  I'll look forward to hearing from you...and maybe seeing some of you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-239358628433403020?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/239358628433403020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=239358628433403020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/239358628433403020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/239358628433403020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-my-facebook-friends.html' title='To my Facebook friends'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-8165958398181536903</id><published>2008-10-06T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T05:40:07.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling out of control</title><content type='html'>As much as I enjoyed last week- all the running and eating out and all that, after a while you just feel out of control and need to get back into some sort of routine.  Plus, it gets so expensive! :)  But, I feel good about my shopping trips and how I think everyone is set for fall and winter, and that is quite the accomplishment.  It takes a long time to organize 5 kids' clothes from season to season.  I go into it thinking it will be a quick, easy, and fun job.  I figure I'll just put some clothes in a tote and pull out the news ones- that's all there is to it.  But, then once I get started, I realize that Jill is the last girl in the family.  I need to put her clothes that are too small into a different tote and label it.  The same goes with Riley.  And, now that I think about it, I do that for Max as well- so they will be ready for Riley in a couple years when he is ready to wear them.  So anyway, I did get it all done last week, I got the house all in order, and now I am ready to kind of start the month.  I mapped out all the days we are doing school this month and it comes down to just 15 days.  I have a lot to fit into those days, but that is the beauty of homeschooling.  We can work at our own pace and if we need to take more time, that is an option.  That's the reason I started school in August.  There are times, or weeks, that come up and you just don't get any school done, and that's ok.  We are already a month ahead, so there is no rush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, today feels good.  I am ready to be in control again of my routine, and I feel organized to do it.  Hope your day goes well too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-8165958398181536903?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/8165958398181536903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=8165958398181536903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/8165958398181536903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/8165958398181536903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-out-of-control.html' title='Feeling out of control'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-9193611301758473255</id><published>2008-10-02T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:05:57.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the cat's away, the mice will play</title><content type='html'>Scott and Paige are in Oregon this week.  I was dreading it before they left.  I was actually ok that Scott was going, but I was really sad about Paige.  Scott can handle himself because he's an adult, but what if little Paigy girl misses her mommy?  The anticipation was the worst.  Once they left, and I shed my few tears, things were fine.  It was then that the mice began to play! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually had a really great week so far.  Monday afternoon and evening was spent shopping and eating and having fun with my sister, Lauren.  I had some jeans to return and then was able to find a pair that fit better.  That is a good feeling!  Then I went to Weight Watchers and was down 2 pounds on their scale from last week.  Another great feeling!  I celebrated by taking the family to Texas Roadhouse! ha ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was Bible study, then lunch with my mom and sister.  I got some school done with the kids, cleaned the house a bit, and then enjoyed a great thunder and lightening storm.  The kids' swimming lessons were cancelled, but that was ok because that meant Paige didn't miss two lessons, just one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was also a fun day.  I picked up Lauren and we went to this park that has the old Enchanted Forest things (what do you call them?) and a petting zoo and all that.  Max and Meredith had school (which was right down the road from there) and Lauren and I took Jill and Riley shopping...another pair of jeans to return.  When we picked the kids up from school, we headed down near our church and looked in Kohl's and then ate at Chipotle.  Yum!  Then it was time for choir rehearsal.  Fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's Thursday already and I don't know what I am going to do yet.  I need to do some school and clean up our living room and do some laundry.  And they do have swimming lessons tonight.  But other than that, the possibilities are endless! :)  I am still trying to find some winter clothes for the kids, so I might hit a thrift shop I heard about, or I could take the kids to Chuck E Cheese's (because it's been since Labor Day that we've been there and I'm going through withdrawal).  Who knows?  But, the mice are playing and it's actually turned out to be a fun week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-9193611301758473255?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/9193611301758473255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=9193611301758473255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/9193611301758473255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/9193611301758473255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-cats-away-mice-will-play.html' title='When the cat&apos;s away, the mice will play'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-7038632286673151843</id><published>2008-09-29T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T05:56:01.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modesty</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot about modesty lately.  Scott and I often have conversations on this topic, and I try to better understand a man's mind (although I am glad I don't completely get it!).  I feel sorry for men who live in this world and have to really and ACTIVELY guard against the temptation to "look" or whatever they do. :)  I know Scott feels very strongly about our girls dressing modestly, and wouldn't even let them wear a halter top at their ages (4, 5, and 6).  He doesn't see the point in letting them wear things now that he would not let them wear later down the road.  I appreciate his take on this and how proactive he is on this issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for the longest time, I was so irritated at other women who I thought did not dress appropriately...Christian women at that.  I just wanted to tell people, "Don't you know that more than just YOUR husband has to look at you when you go out."  I don't want my husband looking at other women's, well, BOOBS, yes, I will say it.  :)  It is a private area, and why go around showing them to anyone who wants to see them?  It's such a tease for men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I have been talking to other women, I am finding out that so many men (yes, Christian men) WANT their wives to dress like this.  They figure a little cleavage is sexy and don't mind flaunting their wives around like that.  That shocks me that men would do that- I think because of how modest Scott is.  He is constantly pulling on the back of my shirt to remind me to keep it up in the front.  He doesn't at all want anyone else looking at me like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am torn.  I don't think it's always the woman's fault.  I think if Scott wanted me to show off a little skin I probably would have gotten used to that, trusting that every man was like him and that it was ok.  I don't think women really know the minds of men...and if they do, shame on them for causing that extra temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very strongly about this issue.  I think we need to really raise the standard here and remember that it's all about Christ's name, whatever we do.  If we are followers of Christ, we need to be set apart.  Our men can look at us privately, but we don't need to be so concerned about appealing to the rest of the world that we dress inappropriately.  That is my thought for the day.  Give me your feedback on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-7038632286673151843?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/7038632286673151843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=7038632286673151843' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/7038632286673151843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/7038632286673151843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/09/modesty.html' title='Modesty'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-1937540207966369896</id><published>2008-09-22T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:50:48.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips on how NOT to be a tub of lard...as I once was</title><content type='html'>OK, this is for you, Jen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Don't eat everything that sounds good to you (all in one day) as I was in the habit of doing&lt;br /&gt;2.  Don't go for seconds, or thirds as I was in the habit of doing&lt;br /&gt;3.  Don't look at your fat self and think you look ok as I was in the habit of doing&lt;br /&gt;4.  Don't think that running up and down the stairs a couple times a day counts as exercise as I was in the habit of doing&lt;br /&gt;5.  Don't ever order more than a kid's meal when you are doing fast food as I was in the habit of doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really, I joined Weight Watchers January 24th and did so good- consistently lost an avg. of 1.6 pounds a week from Jan-June.  Then, the summer came along and I didn't even get to go to the meetings because my babysitter was in Chicago all summer, or I was away or whatever.  Over the course of the summer I lost 10 pounds, but not as much as I would have had I been to the meetings and weighing in every week like I was doing before.  Now, my mom, who was my partner, has quit Weight Watchers and I was bummed.  But, my friend, Tammy, is going with me.  I actually just got back from a meeting and lost .6 this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise was actually not part of my weight loss.  I JUST started walking 2 miles a day (or 6 out of 7 days a week) a couple weeks ago.  I am  hoping that will help me get over this plateau.  I am not sure what my ending weight should be.  Right now, I weigh about what I did when I got married.  I think my goal is to weigh what I did when I was a freshman at college- it may be too low, but I'll figure that out later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Weight Watchers encourages you to eat foods that are low calorie, low fat, and high fiber.  You get a certain number of points a day, depending on several different things (sex, age, activity level of your current job, etc.) and each point calculates to be a different number of points.  Once you have used your points for the day, you are done.  You get an extra 35 points a week.  Usually, I don't use those extra points, and figure I probably use them by accident when I don't calculate my foods correctly (or aren't as careful as I should be).  It sounds like it could be a lot of work, but I love it and it works for me.  Plus, after a while, you have the points memorized because you tend to eat the same things over and over.  I am a huge fan of Fiber One ANYTHING.  I love their yogurt, bars, and cereal (with fruit and honey on top). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my "trick."  If you have any questions I will be glad to answer them! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-1937540207966369896?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/1937540207966369896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=1937540207966369896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/1937540207966369896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/1937540207966369896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/09/tips-on-how-not-to-be-tub-of-lardas-i.html' title='Tips on how NOT to be a tub of lard...as I once was'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-4072102460236199835</id><published>2008-09-22T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:12:24.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea- A picture...or two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNftvBzwX3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/hJawdFyz0ao/s1600-h/P1050533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248925282918752114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNftvBzwX3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/hJawdFyz0ao/s320/P1050533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a picture of me...after I've lost the first 35 pounds! :)  Still more to go, but this was a huge milestone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNftdYeMwQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DyknC1kZ6us/s1600-h/P1050411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248924979764707586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNftdYeMwQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DyknC1kZ6us/s320/P1050411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my mom and Riley at Ocean City the night she saved his life. What a great one! This is one of my fav's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I have figured this out, with the help of Katie, I can only imagine the possibilities ! I love this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-4072102460236199835?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/4072102460236199835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=4072102460236199835' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/4072102460236199835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/4072102460236199835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/09/yea-pictureor-two.html' title='Yea- A picture...or two!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNftvBzwX3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/hJawdFyz0ao/s72-c/P1050533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-3906354822817061272</id><published>2008-09-21T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:37:35.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES</title><content type='html'>OK, Friends, I am moving up in the world!!!  Sara helped me figure out how to get pictures onto my Facebook page, and now I figured out how to put one on my blog profile.  I am so happy, so proud, and so thankful not to be so angry at the computer anymore!  So now I need more help.  (We all knew that, I know!)  How do I put pictures onto my posts???  Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-3906354822817061272?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/3906354822817061272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=3906354822817061272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/3906354822817061272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/3906354822817061272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/09/pictures.html' title='PICTURES'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-6538172685904214007</id><published>2008-09-12T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:49:37.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I insane?</title><content type='html'>Wait- please don't answer that!  First of all, be so proud- two posts in one day!  That's a miracle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a thought today on my walk.  A lot of people look at me, pat me on the back and say, "You're brave!" as I walk though a store.  I mean, honestly, what am I going to do?  Leave the five kids at home while I go run errands?  (Someday I will, but not while I can still get sent to jail for doing it!  Give me about 5 years when they are old enough.)  Anyway, I tend to either get irritated at those comments, or start to wonder- "Where Scott and I in our right minds for having all these children...and especially so close together?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on days like this past Monday, my answer is confirmed for me.  Here's the story.  The kids are part of a school, which allows me to have an "umbrella"- I report to them and then they report to the state for me, regarding my homeschooling.  (The state requirements are much more strict than they are in Oregon.)  It takes a lot of the pressure off, as well as provides much support that I feel I need right now.  Eventually, they will be in classes once a week, have a "prom," and even a formal graduation.  This school is so organized, and even at this age, they only go to classes twice a month for a couple hours, but there are lots of scheduled field trips (which also takes the pressure off me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Monday was the kick-off picnic for the school.   Not everyone goes to it, but I wanted to, just to see who all is involved and for my kids to have a chance to play with some kids their ages.  It was a great turn-out.  Again, it was organized, and planned really well.  We were probably the 2nd family to show up.  We were a little early.  The kids took off and started right away on the playground.  I just hung out with Lauren, and shortly after we got there, some of her friends showed up.  I saw one girl on the swings looking very lonely.  I would have bet money that she was new to the school and did not know anyone.  She looked so pathetic sitting there.  She was shy and didn't bother trying to make friends.  I was trying to nudge Lauren to go over and introduce herself, and she did later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is when it dawned on me.  No, I am not insane.  I was so thankful that in a new situation, my kids had nothing to fear.  They were confident.  I don't think any of them would have thought to be nervous that day.  Why?  Because they had each other.  There is a great security that comes with having someone go with you.  And 9.9 times out of 10 they are together in new situations- Awana, swimming lessons, VBS, church, whatever.  I love that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even on busy days, when I am doing all I can to just get 5 kids in a car, or calming down crying babies, or whatever, I can remind myself that it IS worth it!  Not only do I have company all day long, they do too.  And, as they get older, each day gets a bit easier.  They can do more for themselves.  My role will be changing.  They will still need me, but at least soon I can sit and relax while meeting their needs...by just listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-6538172685904214007?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/6538172685904214007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=6538172685904214007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/6538172685904214007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/6538172685904214007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/09/am-i-insane.html' title='Am I insane?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-1032094658774624081</id><published>2008-09-12T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:30:14.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren</title><content type='html'>Most everyone of my friends has met Lauren...and probably know just as much about her as I do! :)  Lauren and I are so much alike.  We both love people, talk a lot, enjoy the same hobbies, and think life should be fun.  The one main difference with us, and I'm thankful for it, is that she likes to babysit and I never did. :)  She is so great about watching my kids for me...even if it's for an entire day.  And, the cute thing is that she will say, when I ask her how much I should pay her for a day's work, "I don't know.  Is $5 right?"  We don't take advantage of her that way, but she would be glad to just play with the kids all day.  I'm so thankful for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, Lauren was a surprise baby.  My mom thought she was done having kids after I was born.  Then, 16 years later- SURPRISE- here comes Lauren.  We all were so excited and she has been adored ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is musical.  She loves to sing, and has a wonderful voice.  (I'm jealous of it!)  She is a dancer.  She has taken various types of dance lessons and is good at that too.  She is creative.  She makes cute little crafty things for friends and loves that.  She is friendly.  She is on the "welcoming committee" at church for the youth group.  She is bold.  She isn't afraid to share her faith, even with her peers.  She is kind.  She is not the type to hurt your feelings.  I just love her.  She is so well-rounded and has a lot going for her.  She is 16 (a jr.) and I dread the day she graduates and moves on.  I hope she doesn't forget about me!  Who will I take with me to the mall...every day!  Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how agreeable she is too.  I think she thinks I'm fun, so she'll go with me anywhere.  We had such a great relationship just before I got married.  Praise God it continued, even though I moved away (and she was still so young).  Now that she is older, our relationship has not changed.  I don't view her as the little sister.  I don't know if that means she's mature, or if I still act like a 16 year old (probably that), but we just get along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is probably one of the most well-rounded people I know.  She is smart, good at what she does, fun, and a good friend.  I love being with her.  I think she could probably choose anything to do after high school and actually be great at it.  I still wonder if I am talented at ANYTHING!  I am thankful to be back with her all the time now, and I am trying to take one day at a time so that these next two years don't go by so quickly...and then she's married and, oh dear, who will I go to the mall with???  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-1032094658774624081?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/1032094658774624081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=1032094658774624081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/1032094658774624081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/1032094658774624081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/09/lauren.html' title='Lauren'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-7781050178645990588</id><published>2008-09-08T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T05:07:25.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricia</title><content type='html'>First, let me give you some family background.  I have two parents (ha!), a grandfather who is alive, a grandmother who is alive, two older brothers, an older sister, and a younger sister.  Tricia is my older sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, Tricia would drive me crazy!  She and I probably could not be more opposite in personality, although if you met us, you'd probably think we are just alike.  Let me start with the differences.  Like I said, growing up with her was such a pain for me! :)  She was, in my mind, the perfect child.  She always liked to be home, she had a great relationship with my parents, and she was so giving of her money.  I, on the other hand, wanted to be at friends' houses.  I loved to spend my money on myself.  I was close to my parents, but never would have considered them my best friends growing up- that's why you have FRIENDS, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia is 3 years older than I am.  We did fight a lot.  She always was in that next phase, and I was the immature little sister.  Once we hit high school though, and I was a freshman and she was a senior, we started becoming actual friends.  I will say that even though I felt like we fought a lot, we definitely were always very close- don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day, Tricia is the home-body.  She really gets stressed if she has to go anywhere.  She laughs at how much I love to run, even with 5 kids.  That has not changed in our personalities.  She is very much a family-oriented person.  Her giving hasn't changed either.  She and her husband, Dave, have 5 children of their own and then adopted a little girl, which gave them 3 boys and 3 girls.  They still have a heart for adoption and are burning with desire to adopt again. &lt;br /&gt;She is one of the most unselfish people I know.  I love that about her.  If anything, I think she needs to ask for help or at least take people up on their offers to help her.  It's not pride on her part.  She just hates to put people out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you meet us, you can definitely tell we are sisters.  We are always laughing!  She is one (and even more when Dave is around) who I can laugh so so so hard with over the dumbest things!  You  know when you are tired and just get laughing and acting silly?  I'm like that any time of the day with Tricia.  Everything is funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her family.  There are some people who have one child, and even that is a handful for them.  Every one of Tricia's kids is a joy.  I mean that.  I love when they are all over here to play.  My kids love them too.  Even with 11 kids in one house, and just two adults, it's not chaotic.  It's amazing!  Tricia and Dave have raised their children to love God, and to respect authority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing that I love about Tricia, and I am finding this with many of my friends, is her perspective.  It is much different than mine.  Dave and I are alike in personality.  Tricia is a lot like Scott.  Dave and I both love words of affirmation and Tricia and Scott struggle with giving words.  It's funny.  Tricia and Scott are service people, and Dave and I have a hard time accepting that as their way of showing us love.   In the times that I struggle with Scott, Tricia is a great sounding board for me.  She helps me to see the other side.  She explains it in ways that Scott doesn't (because she's a woman) and it helps me to calm down and just understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although growing up I thought that God gave me another mother by giving me Tricia (who liked to tell me what to do), I have grown to realize that I could not be more blessed with someone other than Tricia.  I think she has kept me grounded- I'm like a balloon going up in the air, and she kind of holds the string and pulls me down to reality when I get out there too far!  :)  Yeah, she would not let me just float away.  She cares too much...and will always be that motherly sister who will tell me just how it needs to be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-7781050178645990588?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/7781050178645990588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=7781050178645990588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/7781050178645990588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/7781050178645990588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/09/tricia.html' title='Tricia'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-8259279372386247600</id><published>2008-09-08T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T04:48:48.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>My friend, Sara, suggested that I also write about my family.  Sounds good to me.  The thing with blogging, for me, is that I just can't think of anything too exciting in my life to write about.  So then I just end up not writing at all.  Writing about people and my thoughts on them is easy, so I will continue on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-8259279372386247600?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/8259279372386247600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=8259279372386247600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/8259279372386247600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/8259279372386247600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-802623363220545305</id><published>2008-09-04T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:48:21.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becca</title><content type='html'>OK, I think I might end here with my friends.  Is everyone getting bored with this?  Well, anyway, I will write one more and hopefully think of some other topics to write about that actually speak of my life and what's going on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should have written post about Becca the same time I wrote about Daphne.  Although I met Daphne at a different time, she and Becca kind of go hand in hand in my book.  Like I said earlier, I was a bit bummed when Daph and I couldn't be roommates at college our freshman year.  But, God had it planned differently and I am glad He did!  Daphne was paired up with a girl named Rebecca...Becca.  The three of us were friends right from the start.  Becca and I cheered together, and she actually stayed at LBC through my Jr. Year (which we were roommates for during that year), until she graduated.  She was in the secretarial program, so she could graduate earlier than I could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, Daph, Becca, and I met in Lancaster (PA) to go shopping for the day.  It was great.  Usually, when there are just three, one gets left out.  But that's never the case with us.  We actually feel like someone is missing when one is not there.   Anyway, during dinner, Becca (the secretary of our group) brought out these old scrapbooks/picture albums she had made during college.  Daphne asked me, "wasn't Becca just a little bit cooler than the rest of us?"  Yes, she was.  She just has a way about her that is cool, funny, and attractive.  She is beautiful and was very popular with the guys at college (and married one of them!).  Her sense of humor is something to be desired...literally.  She is so funny!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that amazes me the most about Becca is how much she has changed since college.  Back then, she was so fun.  Now, she's still so fun, but is also so Godly.  She and her husband have grown together, which is so neat to see.  They have two kids in public school, and feel strongly that it is where they need to be.  She is the parent who's making cupcakes for her girl's class (she did that today for her birthday as a matter of fact), and who is at every PTA meeting.  Her husband is a youth pastor and they are very involved in their ministry.  They believe in training their kids to tell others about God, and school is a great place to start that.  I love to see their convictions being played out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neat thing about the three of us is that we really feel differently about things, yet always talk about them.  No one is threatened by anyone else's opinion.  It's a very giving friendship where it's safe to be honest, even if your way is different than the other two's way is...if that makes sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, because she lives in PA, we don't actually see each other very often.  Once a year is good for us.  But, we are excited because at the end of this month, the three of us are all going to the Gaither Homecoming (Bill Gaither, in case you didn't know).  Daph and I are hanging out for the weekend- hotel and all- and Becca is going with her husband.  Sounds cheesy to some, but Becca got us all into this.  Yes, she was the one in college who made the Statler Brothers sound cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-802623363220545305?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/802623363220545305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=802623363220545305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/802623363220545305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/802623363220545305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/09/becca.html' title='Becca'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-2719811419576347436</id><published>2008-08-27T14:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:16:25.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daphne</title><content type='html'>I have just a few more friends to write about.  But first, I am just thinking about a conversation I had with Heather yesterday, and how we both feel so blessed to have a variety of friends.  It's really a good thing if you think about it.  Some people are threatened by having more than one close friend.  It's like they need all the attention or something.  I don't know because I am not like that.  I like to have a variety so depending on the need, I know who to go to.  Anyway, this next friend is one from a while back as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on five missions trips, two of which were to Jamaica with Lancaster Bible College.  The first was in '93, when I was just 16.  The summer after that, I was just dying to go back.  I loved the ministry there.  So I re-applied and was accepted.  It was on that trip that I met a girl named Daphne.  She and I instantly clicked.  Part of the connection was that we are the same age (and there was a variety of ages on that team).  She is another one who I would consider like a sister.  She and I actually are pretty different.  We joke about how I always see the cup half full and she sees it half empty.  She can't stand the show "Jon and Kate Plus 8" which just happens to be my favorite show.  Things like that we joke about, but I actually think our differences, like mentioned with some other friends, help me to gain a better perspective on things...or life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daph and I finished that trip and both headed off to Lancaster Bible College just shortly after.  Unfortunately, (so I thought at the time) we did not get to be roommates as we had hoped, but we did become great friends.  She left LBC after the first year there, but we stayed close.  Out of five girls I could pick as my bridesmaids, she was one of them.  (Three sisters, Melissa, and her)  I don't know what it is that has kept us close all these years- besides just a good foundational background as friends, and then I guess having kids at the same time, etc.  I say that because she lives in PA (just near Hershey, and was the great one who sent me free tickets for my birthday this year!), so we don't get to see each other often.  We do, however, email almost daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Daphne because she is real, she is organized, she is smart, and we can laugh (usually at me) over things that happened in the past.  She inspires me to get more creative with homeschooling (which she is excellent at), and how to get outside of my box of routine things that I always do with my kids.  She is a good resource. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best friendships are ones where both parties rely on each other for help.  This is the case with Daphne and me.  When she's down or just wishing some things were different with her family, she will ask me to pray.  She probably knows I will try and make some kind of joke to cheer her up (and I do pray!).  When I am disorganized and insecure about something, I ask Daph's advice on how to get things straightened out again and just keep going.  We both bring out the good in each other.  She brings me to reality and I encourage her to dream a little.  It's fun, and I am thankful for how God brought us together, and allowed us to walk through life together for many (14 to be exact) years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-2719811419576347436?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/2719811419576347436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=2719811419576347436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/2719811419576347436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/2719811419576347436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/08/daphne.html' title='Daphne'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-3873255849582630208</id><published>2008-08-27T14:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:01:29.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I say 32?</title><content type='html'>Ooops...it was Scott's 33rd birthday.  Just thought I'd clarify for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-3873255849582630208?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/3873255849582630208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=3873255849582630208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/3873255849582630208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/3873255849582630208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/08/did-i-say-32.html' title='Did I say 32?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-2101948584328627082</id><published>2008-08-23T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:53:27.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yankees</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was Scott's 32nd birthday.  His brother, Tim, is out visiting, and treated us (Tim, Scott, Max and me) to a Yankees vs. Orioles baseball game in Baltimore last night.  I love Camden Yards- it's a great stadium, where all seats are great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim went down earlier than we did, so we drove alone.  We were looking for a parking spot (garage, lot, whatever) and everything was $20-$25!  Unbelievable!  We spotted a lot for $10 and as we turned around, I saw some spots on the street, and even though during the day they are metered, after 6pm they are FREE- it was 6:15.  God blessed us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was so exciting!  Not only did I get to see 5 homeruns, 4 of them were by the Yanks.  And, not only that, but the first two were back to back...and so were the second two.  I  have never seen that once, let alone twice!  It was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that was so shocking to me was the amount of Yankees fans.  I would say the majority of people there were rooting for the Yanks.  That was fine by me...because I just joined right in.  Anyway, all this to say that I think I enjoyed this game as much as the guys did.  I could go watch baseball every night.  I just love it.  Football, no.  But Baseball, yes!  There's my post for the day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-2101948584328627082?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/2101948584328627082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=2101948584328627082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/2101948584328627082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/2101948584328627082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/08/yankees.html' title='Yankees'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-2856327577166245970</id><published>2008-08-13T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T06:37:19.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot going on</title><content type='html'>This last week and a half has surely been a crazy one.  There have been some really good times and some stressful ones as well.  Let's start with the positives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I was able to spend my birthday at Hersheypark with my husband- just the two of us.  We have not been there alone in 10 years.  The thing I found so fun that day was getting pictures of us on rides that I had gotten 10 years ago (our first date as a matter of fact), and now comparing them.  I am going to get a frame and put them in it.  I think it will be fun.  We did have a blast and I was so thankful for my friend, Daphne, (the next on my list to write about) for sending me FREE tickets for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Monday, I had my sister come over again to babysit for me all day.  What a good girl.  I headed up to a mall in  Lancaster to meet two of my college friends, Daphne and Becca.  We had an absolute BLAST shopping from about 11 am until 9 pm.  I spent all my birthday money and got tons of stuff.  Sales were awesome, and that is the way to go.  God blessed my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Paige's birthday.  I got up and cleaned the house until my sister came over and we all headed off to Chuck E Cheese's.  (Yeah, I say it's for the kids, but it's always for me because it's my favorite place!)  Then we got food at Costco, came home, and set up the food for a party.  All my family (except my brother, Adam's family) came.  It was such a great party.  It felt like Christmas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am cleaning up the mess and getting ready for Scott's brother and friend to come stay with us for a few days.  They will be here a couple days this week, then a few more next week, and then some days in Sept.  I haven't seen Tim since we've moved so it will be good to hang out again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we officially started school, and that has been so so so great!  It is wonderful teaching all my kids and doing it individually with all of them.  I love homeschooling!  I find myself sitting there smiling as I watch them doing their work. I laugh to myself when I notice the differences between each kid.  It's so obvious, and I am thankful to God for giving me the ability to do this.  I would be missing out on so much.  (Like when the kids come home from Sunday School and I just trash their papers right away so we don't have junk lying around- I had no idea what they were doing.  I'm sure it was good, but I wasn't part of it, so I don't have that excitement that I would have if I were teaching.)  I love knowing each day exactly what they are doing- and making it fit for them and their learning styles.  It's so fun...and much easier than I ever would have expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the highlights of my week.  The negative is that my sister-in-law, Kristy, has decided to "run away from home."  She just up and left with the two kids and we don't know where she is.  We think she's in Nevada.  She talks to her mom every once in a while, and we know everyone's fine, but she is just not thinking clearly.  Apparently, she finally talked to her husband, Chris, yesterday and said she doesn't love him and doesn't want to be his wife anymore.  It's so sad, and although Kristy has done many crazy things that the family would not approve of, we are usually not so shocked as we are now.  I can't believe she has done this, and I am praying that somehow God will grab her heart and "knock some sense into her."  It is going to take an act of God.  I know He can do it, but have no idea if that is part of His plan.  I say all this to ask if you would pray with us.  Hopefully one day soon I can add this situation to the "good things that happened this week" section of my blog!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-2856327577166245970?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/2856327577166245970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=2856327577166245970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/2856327577166245970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/2856327577166245970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/08/lot-going-on.html' title='A lot going on'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-1644735295303719110</id><published>2008-08-06T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:11:16.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jen</title><content type='html'>Perfect timing...I just received an award, which I will blog about next, from my friend, Jen, and I was just about to write this new post about her...another friend in Oregon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have been to my house, you will know Jen by the picture that is sitting next to my coffee maker.  It's of me with four of my close friends in Oregon.  We all signed it, which I think was a fun idea (not my own).  This is the Jen I am writing about today...Jen Rouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to describe her, I just have to tell you that as I was all worked up about some crazy story I heard (via email) of a little boy who was killed while going into a men's restroom alone, Jen, my most sensible friend, just encouraged me to look on Snopes.  How simple was that?  But I don't think like she does, obviously.  I get all crazy and emotional and weird :) and Jen is there to calmly say, "Amy, let's give this a little more thought."  Now I certainly don't want to portray Jen as being boring or too intellegent- she is a lot of fun.  I have laughed hard many times with Jen and appreciate so much that she has both sides.  She is probably the most well-rounded person I know.  It's like she can laugh with you, cry with you, be crazy with you, but also bring you down to reality quickly when you need it.  In a world full of many unstable people, it sure is nice to have someone like Jen around! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that I love our differences.  Jen helps me see a different side to things, but at the same time, is so fun and has the same real life struggles that I have.  It makes it easy to sit and have a conversation with her because you never feel judged, you don't have to be fake, and you know you've been heard and understood.  One of my favorite memories with Jen was maybe a month or so before we were going to move and I was babysitting her girls for a couple hours.  When she came to pick them up, we got to talking and the subject of our move came up.  She got teary and so did I.  If you know me, I absolutely hate to cry in front of people, but I was amazed that I did not feel uncomfortable with Jen in that situation.  We both knew how sad it would be to not see each other as often as we would have if we didn't move (especially now that we lived in the same town), and most of all to not be able to watch our kids grow up together in the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I miss Jen.  I wish she could come over for dinner tonight.  I wish I could watch her girls tomorrow (including Evie, whom I still haven't met! Sad!) and see my kids' faces when they got to see each other again.  But, I appreciate that we are still friends via email, blogging, and the sweet letters Beth sends in the mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen, I do appreciate who you are.  You are one of a kind, really!  That is awesome because you are the one person everyone can count on.  You are reliable, trustworthy, and mature.  At the same time you have a great sense of humor (anyone knows that if you know who she's married to! :)  Eric is just crazy!).  I'm thankful that we had a chance to get close, even if it was just in time for us to move out here.  We struggled with things at church, and I feel that brought us close in a way that will be an eternal bond.  As hard as those times were, I'm thankful for them.  I think all of our friendships are stronger because of that!  I love you, Jen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-1644735295303719110?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/1644735295303719110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=1644735295303719110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/1644735295303719110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/1644735295303719110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/08/jen.html' title='Jen'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-6923766953845268857</id><published>2008-08-02T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:17:38.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Friends- Heather</title><content type='html'>I decided to write about my Oregon friends for those of you from Maryland who read my blog.  How about that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with Heather.  Do you ever have one of those friends you just feel really connected with?  It seems like you can talk and just completely understand what the other person is saying.  The interesting thing about mine and Heather's relationship is that we aren't exactly alike.  We have different interests in many ways.  I would actually like to be more like Heather and have the priorities in life that she has.  She is probably the friend I admire the most.  I just think she has it all together!   And, no, I am not putting her up on some kind of unreachable petastal.  I just mean that she is a very balanced person and her emotions don't guide the decisions she makes for her family.  I really appreciate that because it's an area I know I could stand to work on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather really inspires me.  She is the one who encourages me the most in my spiritual life as well.  I love her because she challenges me in ways that are very non-threatening.  We have some kind of awesome connection, and usually it's not about the superficial things in life.  We have a deeper friendship than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think it's awesome that even though I have been away from OR for 8 months now, and both of us have taken different roads than we were leading before I left, we still really understand each other and still have some of the same struggles and frustrations.  It lends itself to great conversations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that Heather is the one who I have grown up the most with in my adult life.  I am so thankful that she pursued our friendship almost immediately after I moved to Oregon.  She is the one who kept me sane, but also gave me a great time, all the years I lived out there.  We started out just newly married, then we have enjoyed being pregnant together, and now we are both homeschooling and sharing similar experiences all along the way.  I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather, you are like a sister to me, and I love you so very much.  I think it's rare to meet someone later in life (after school days) and still be able to develop a friendship that is like one you've had your whole life.  I think you are great, and I miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-6923766953845268857?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/6923766953845268857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=6923766953845268857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/6923766953845268857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/6923766953845268857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/08/oregon-friends-heather.html' title='Oregon Friends- Heather'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-2103606357513367793</id><published>2008-07-31T05:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:04:36.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tammy</title><content type='html'>Tammy is another one of those friends I've had for many, many years.  Unlike my relationship with Melissa, though, Tammy and I did fight a lot.  She and I spent so much time together, we were very much like sisters.  We used to make up contracts (and have her parents sign them) that we would not fight anymore! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy was the one in high school who I felt went through so much together with.  Her parents split up and I was with her through that.  And when she was dating her now husband,  Keith, I was dating his best friend, Dave.  That was a cool thing because the four of us spent a lot of time together at youth group and then at places like the mall and the movies (when we finally turned 16 and were old enough to date!).  Those relationships lasted over two years, so it was a large chunk of our high school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I broke things off with Dave, mine and Tammy's relationship changed drastically.  It was sad, although I didn't realize it so much at the time (because I started spending more time with Melissa at that point).  Dave started dating another one of our friends and she and Tammy became close while Tammy and I drifted farther apart.  It was just a normal high school thing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After high school, Tammy and I did not keep in touch.  I got involved in college and with my friends there and didn't think much about her I guess.  But one day I got an invitation to her bridal shower.  I was shocked and really excited to go.  I hadn't seen her in a couple years.  So I did go and we have been in touch ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got married and moved to Oregon, we emailed.  But now that I am back in Maryland, it is fun to see how our relationship has blossomed again.  It just so happens that we live just  3.3 miles away from her and so we try and get together as much as we can.  We usually get together as couples.  She and Scott are both accountants, who work about a mile away from each other.  Tammy's husband, Keith, works in the same parking lot as Scott does.  They have two boys who get along great with my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those friendships that, even after a few years and a lot of life changes, picks up where it left off and you are the same people you were, even in the 5th grade when you first met.  Tammy is definitely one of those people.  I would still say that she is the one friend who is most like a sister to me.  We have tons of memories, most of which consisted of trying out new and dumb things- the things that help you to grow up.  She and I definitely learned to grow up together, and I will always have a special bond with her because of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-2103606357513367793?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/2103606357513367793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=2103606357513367793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/2103606357513367793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/2103606357513367793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/07/tammy.html' title='Tammy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-3331467492399553957</id><published>2008-07-27T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:29:50.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There must have been an angel</title><content type='html'>It worked out perfectly.  My uncle's birthday party was Tuesday night, and since he lives about 1 1/2 hours away (closer to the beach), and we were heading to the ocean that night anyway, we stopped and enjoyed visiting with family for the celebration.  My aunt told me that the pool would be open, but I planned on not having the kids swim, so I wouldn't have to take wet clothes with us.  I just thought it would be easier.   Plus, they were going to be playing in the ocean the next day anyway, so I figured it would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we pointed out the pool, which is not fenced in, to all the kids (including Riley) and told them to stay away from it.  And, all night they did great.  Scott and my brother, Adam, were outside most of the evening anyway, so if they did try to get close, they would be there to see what was going on.  There were no problems during the party at all, which was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to leave a little before it got dark.  I had to run out to the car with Jillian, and I asked my mom to kind of heard the kids in the house and help me get them ready to go.  They all came in and all was fine.  My mom had to use the bathroom, so she went in there.  I was out front helping my dad move some of his luggage into our van.  When my mom came out of the bathroom, she heard some people talking, saying, "something's going on at the pool."  Then she heard some screaming, looked out, and saw Riley (who will be 2 in Sept.) in the middle of the pool on his back flailing around.  She immediately darted out the back door, ran down the steps of the deck (which was a miracle in and of itself because of her bad knees), and jumped in the pool to save him...literally.  The kids were all on the side of the pool screaming, and he had somehow managed to get himself in the middle of the pool.  How he stayed above water for as long as he did amazes me.  Honestly, there MUST have been an angel holding his little body up and his head out of the water.  He was crying, but as soon as my mom got there, that's when he started to go under.  She got to him just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I came casually walking around the side of the house with Jillian and saw her in the pool.  My thought was, "Mom, this is not the time to swim- we are leaving.  What is she doing in the pool???"  Then, when I saw my aunt standing there crying, I knew what had happened.  To my surprise, I was really calm, and wasn't even shaken up at all.  I guess it's because by the time I got there, Riley was calmed down and everything was already fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the part that made me want to cry was after we were thanking and praising my mom for saving him, Max walked by me, and I felt that he was wet from the waist down.  I asked him why he was so wet and he said, "I tried to go in after him and save him, but then I thought, what am I doing?  I don't know how to swim!"  Now that's something for a 7 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man we were fortunate that night!  God saved Riley for a reason.  My cousin said I need to sing the song "I am a promise" to him.  That is his song now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-3331467492399553957?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/3331467492399553957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=3331467492399553957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/3331467492399553957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/3331467492399553957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-must-have-been-angel.html' title='There must have been an angel'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-1612203802751223322</id><published>2008-07-22T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T05:24:02.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Lucy</title><content type='html'>The next friend I will write about is the one I've had the longest.  Melissa and I have pictures of us on a 1st grade field trip together, as well as our high school graduation.  We went to the same (Christian) school together from Kingergarten through 12th grade.  We've always had a really good relationship.  We did not fight much.  We were more the type to laugh and giggle too much- and get in trouble in class for it (even in high school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of our relationship, we would joke and call each other Lucy and Ethel (she was Lucy and I was Ethel).  Well, two years ago, when we were in MD visiting, Melissa invited me out for breakfast.  She was bringing her son, Kyle (who is now 3), and so I brought Paige with me.  Then after we ate, we decided to go to the mall (which is something we very much have in common!).  Before we left, she had to stop by her house for something.  Well, all day, I had been calling her Liss, because that is what I call her.  But, when she went inside, Paige asked, "What is Lucy doing?"  I guess she thought I was saying Lucy, and I about died.  The awesome thing is that it somehow stuck, and now all my kids actually call her Aunt Lucy!  We think that is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Melissa has two kids, Kyle and Brooke (who just turned a year the other day).  Our favorite thing to do together, and probably this is ALL we do together because we love it, is to take the kids to the National Aquarium in Baltimore.  I would say that out of all my friends, Liss and I are most alike.  We just think the same way, and everything comes out funny, no matter what you're talking about.  I often find her laughing when telling me some horrible story that is really actually sad- she says she can't help it.  For some reason, I just make her laugh! :)  It's mutual that way.  We are still like kids when we're together and it makes our relationship so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I love and appreciate most about Melissa is how she teaches me to always have fun with my kids and how to really make light of things that don't need to be big issues (especially when frustrated with the kids).  She is extremely nurturing and is always attentive to her childrens' needs.  Then she will be creative and think of a fun way to make them happy or snap out of a mood, if necessary.  I feel like when we are together, I am very much encouraged and just feel so uplifted.  I never feel discouraged or insecure when I am with her.  She is (like me) a words person and is quick to compliment.  I just appreciate how I feel when I'm with her.  It is really nice having a friend that is predictable- you know that you will have a great time, have "real" conversations with, and leave encouraged when you are together.  I thank God for keeping us close- after ALL (27) these years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-1612203802751223322?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/1612203802751223322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=1612203802751223322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/1612203802751223322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/1612203802751223322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/07/aunt-lucy.html' title='Aunt Lucy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-6658644743511121774</id><published>2008-07-18T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:41:57.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara</title><content type='html'>Well, today I thought that maybe I should start writing about my friends.  Most of the people who check out my blog are in Oregon, so I figure it could be of some interest to start by writing about my friends in Maryland- just to give a glimpse of my life out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with my friend, Sara.  She is fresh on the brain since I spent the day with her today.  But before I get to that, I thought I would give some background on "us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara can probably tell you the exact day and hour that we met but my memory is not as hot.  So this is what I remember.  We basically grew up in church together (at a different church than either of us attend now).  Our friendship mainly developed in high school- and mainly through youth group there.  Even today we talked about and saw some pictures of us on a couple different beach retreats.  We have some pretty awesome memories of those days, and still keep in touch with other friends from the youth group there (Mandy, Becky, and Jen). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one story that you may have heard about me was my most embarrassing moment.  This was the night that the youth groups (both Jr and Sr high) were planning to go ice skating.  Well, Sara and I were the only high schoolers there that night.  The bus broke down and we ended up coming back to church and having somewhat of a game night with pizza.  Sara and I stayed in the kitchen with the leaders, rather than hanging out with the jr highers.  We were talking when all of a sudden, the porcelein (how DO you spell that?) sink that I was leaning on came COMPLETELY off the wall and water was everywhere- with me on the floor.  I think I could have died.  I ran to the bathroom with Sara, just to notice a huge gash in my jeans/bottom.  Sara saved me by running and getting me some scotch tape and papertowels to bandage myself up with.  Also, I was spending the night at her house that night, so I didn't have to show my parents- which saved me the embarrassment of having to go to the ER for stitches.  Anyway, it's a fun memory for both of us, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sara came over today with her two, sweet girls!  The kids all played quietly all day (well, they were glued to the TV, but who cares!) and Sara and I got to catch up.  It was really refreshing, and just a lot of fun to hear about her crazy family- ha ha!  (Hope they're not reading this!)  And even though we are in Tues. morning Bible study together, we don't often get chances like this to just sit and talk for HOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I really appreciate about Sara is just how much she's grown.  Our conversations are very uplifting and I walked away (I didn't walk too far, just into the next room, but still...) feeling encouraged in my parenting and had some new thoughts from the day about things I could do or even think about differently when dealing with my kids.  I am so proud of her and just thrilled to see how evident God's work is in her life!  In all areas, she was positive and I don't think in all our conversation she said anything to belittle anyone or cause me to think less of another person.  I really appreciate that.  I don't know about you, but I find that hard to do sometimes.  It's easy to talk about the negatives because it often brings more excitement to a conversation.  Yet, when you are done and the friend is gone for the day, you feel kind of crummy for putting others down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I know Sara will be reading this, I will send a message straight to her.  Sara, thanks so much for pursuing our friendship over the years.  It's a special one.  I really do see the growth in your life.  I think you are a spectacular wife and a wonderful mom to your girls.  All three of them are blessed to have you in their lives!  You have become a very mature woman, and it makes it all the more fun to hang out with you.  Let's do it again soon!  Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-6658644743511121774?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/6658644743511121774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=6658644743511121774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/6658644743511121774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/6658644743511121774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/07/sara.html' title='Sara'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-5466014162814994529</id><published>2008-07-14T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:05:29.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music anyone will love</title><content type='html'>OK, so I have found the most wonderful music.  I would say CD except that I don't personally own the CD.  I went to the music store last week and had both the CD and the DVD in my hand, and since the DVD was only $2 more, I chose that one- which has probably double the amount of songs the CD has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Celtic Thunder is the name of the group and they are SO SO SO wonderful!  I am still amazed at the voice of one of the guys, who is only 14 years old.  There are 5 guys total, and all with different styles of voices.  Yet, I love hearing them sing together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother heard this group while waiting for an oil change and had to buy the CD.  Then my mom heard it while borrowing his van.  Then she bought the CD.  I watched the DVD at my mom's and I had to buy it.  I'm telling you, it's addicting!  Every song has a beautiful melody, which is rare anymore (in my opinion).  They are such pretty songs, and yet the kind that give you chills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my recommendation for the day.  Find the Celtic Thunder DVD and get a copy for yourself.  They are new.  The DVD came out this year.  They do have the CD with some of the songs, and their second CD with the rest of them is coming out in Sept.  I plan to buy them both eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look them up and hear any of their stuff, let me know what you think.  (My kids are even addicted!  It's so fun!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-5466014162814994529?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/5466014162814994529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=5466014162814994529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/5466014162814994529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/5466014162814994529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/07/music-anyone-will-love.html' title='Music anyone will love'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-6878461459104458228</id><published>2008-06-26T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:19:10.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My athletic girl</title><content type='html'>My daughter, Meredith, turns 6 on Saturday.  Unbelievable!  Well, as a homeschooling mom, I really want my kids to be good readers and good in math, for some reason.  I guess it's because those are the two subjects you start with in kindergarten.  So Max came along, started school and is so good at reading...and math.  What a smart boy!  Then Meredith came along.  It wasn't pulling teeth to get her to do her work.  Her attitude was fine.  She just didn't care.  She'd try, and then say, "I give up."  It wasn't a bad tone of voice or anything, it was very matter of fact.  It hasn't worried me.  She is only going into 1st grade.  But I wonder how she'll do in the future in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wonder how she'll be on a playing field, or roller skating rink, etc.  You put skates on that girl and she is OFF!  On Saturday we picked up a pair of rollerblades at a yard sale.  She put them on and she was all the way down our driveway before we even had time to tell her to put her helmet on.  Then today, she not only had those rollerblades on, she was ALSO using the scooter at the same time.  It was a riot.  I need to get a picture of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each kid is good at something.  Mer will be the athletic one.  She even looks the part.  We're going to try her in soccer in the fall and then baseball in the spring.  I think she'll do great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-6878461459104458228?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/6878461459104458228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=6878461459104458228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/6878461459104458228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/6878461459104458228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-athletic-girl.html' title='My athletic girl'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-7792003124483835911</id><published>2008-05-01T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:22:45.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual gifts and love languages</title><content type='html'>I went to our one day women's retreat at church last Saturday and was given a Spiritual Gift test.  That to me was exciting because I have been wondering what mine is.  I had it narrowed down to about 4.  Anyway, I took the test yesterday and it just didn't help.  I scored about the same (between 31-35) on four of them.  So now what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the funny thing is that on Leadership I only scored an 18 and Teaching was only a 6.  Guess what Scott's top two were?  Yes, leadership and teaching.  I guess that is a good thing, because hopefully we can complement each other well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to the love languages.  We took that test too, and I scored a really high score on Words of Affirmation.  Scott scored a O on that one.  He scored really high on Acts of Service.  I scored a O on that one.  Good grief! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I make of all this?  I'm still not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-7792003124483835911?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/7792003124483835911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=7792003124483835911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/7792003124483835911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/7792003124483835911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/05/spiritual-gifts-and-love-languages.html' title='Spiritual gifts and love languages'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-2339122977574998926</id><published>2008-04-21T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:18:42.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite show</title><content type='html'>Heather is flying  in tomorrow for a visit.  I can't wait.  I always love having people over, it's just the cleaning part that I don't want to do.  I want my house perfect, but don't want to have to make it that way.  Today I woke up just dreading ALL I have to do.  I have to still find places for some things, and that is the hardest, or should I say, most unmotivating part of it all.  Anyway, I dragged myself downstairs to get started.  I decided to grab some breakfast, just to give me some energy, and then I sat down to watch TV during breakfast.  It must really be bad- I NEVER do that!  Anyway, I looked through the recorded shows on our DVR that I haven't watched yet, and my favorite show was recorded.  Jon and Kate Plus 8 is such a fun show for me!  I can really relate in many ways, and I just love that kind of thing.  Not only does she have a lot of kids who are close in age (twins/sextuplets), she and Jon kind of have similar personalities to Scott and me.  Well, thank you Jon and Kate.  Since watching your show this morning, I have mastered the guest room and am ready to move on.  I think I can do this today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, Jon and Kate are on TLC Monday nights- yea- it's tonight!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-2339122977574998926?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/2339122977574998926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=2339122977574998926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/2339122977574998926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/2339122977574998926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorite-show.html' title='My favorite show'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-5702832354543902214</id><published>2008-04-17T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:04:30.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it</title><content type='html'>April 15 is always a big day in the Keen family.  Scott begins tax season the end of January, and even though we adjust to the crazy schedule, once we get him back, it's amazing that we ever made it through without him.  I am one who just likes to have my husband around.  I don't like running the house without knowing he'll be home for dinner, for example. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Scott's first year with the new firm here in MD.  By the end, he was working all the time.  I mean that.  If Max had a baseball game, he did slip away to see the game, but then back to work he went.  A few nights last week, he didn't get home until 3am.  (What does he think this is, poker night!??) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 15 in OR was pretty exciting.  His firm there had it all together.  He would usually get done early and everyone would go home around 3pm.  Then they would meet together at Rudy's Restaurant on the golf course there in Salem that evening for a tax party (and boy did I miss that halibut dinner this year!!!).  Then, they would all get off the next day, as a holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was not the same.  Scott ended up not getting home until after 10:30pm.  I think he grabbed some dinner at the Royal Farms convenient store for dinner.  He did get to sleep in the next day, but didn't get the whole day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, tax day was fun.  I started out by going to Bible study, which my mom teaches.  I always look forward to it.  It is at the church I grew up in, not the church we attend now.  So it's fun to see the older ladies especially (along with Sara and Katie who are my age) who were friends with my grandparents.  Now we are friends.  It's just a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom and I left there and grabbed Lauren and hurried back to drop her and the kids off at my house.  She is so great and babysits for me at least once a week!  My mom and I quickly left my house to get to Turf Valley Resort for our 30 minute massages we had scheduled.  We were in a hurry, did I mention that.  I usually don't feel too rushed during my day, but that day I did.  We wanted to get there early enough to eat some lunch in their restaurant before the massage.  Well, go figure that the one time I wasn't paying attention to my speed, I got pulled over.  I was doing 58 in a 40.  I found it interesting that the officer was coming at me and quick turned around to get me.  He put his lights on right as I came over that hill.  I didn't know they checked the speed of cars coming at them.  Now I know.  Thankfully, because of my wonderful driving record (I have gotten just one ticket almost 10 years ago.  It was my first time driving through Junction City after the Scandinavian Festival, and the speed limit changes to quickly there at those lights) I only got a warning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get to Turf Valley in time to eat and the masssage was great, although the lady doing mine felt the need to keep talking to me.  Thankfully, though, she was asking questions about God and my church and family- I think she was really intrigued with the fact that I am only 31 and have five children and I love God and all that.  Anyway, I felt our conversations were beneficial, so I didn't mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was tax day for us.  I'm glad we made it through.  Tomorrow, the family is celebrating having their daddy/husband back and we are going up to Harrisburg, PA to a hotel and then Sat. are going to Hersheypark for the day.  It's one of my favorite places on earth.  I'll eat plenty of chocolate for all of you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-5702832354543902214?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/5702832354543902214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=5702832354543902214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/5702832354543902214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/5702832354543902214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-made-it.html' title='We made it'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-5271156111198229797</id><published>2008-04-13T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:17:22.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Hello out there!  I FINALLY tried to get back to my blog and see if I could remember my password.  Thankfully today, I did!  I hope friends are still checking it here and there, just in case I might happen to write, which I am doing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maryland is going great.  I absolutely love being here.  I look back on Oregon with great and fond memories.  But I think it was time to move back.  I know that God knows everything and has a plan for my life.  I never doubt that, and I am thrilled that He saw my need and fulfilled it in a way where I could be close to my family again.  It's been a fun ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max started baseball this year, and that has been fun.  He got the game ball this past Saturday for a good (and surprising, if I do say so) hit.  He hasn't necessarily been the athletic one in the family, but he is doing ok.  Actually, he is improving tons every time he's out there, and I love watching that.  It's been good for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are doing well- growing a lot.  They are really into their "dollies" and coloring pictures for Mommy and all that.  All of them would love to help me cook every meal.  I wish I had more time for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley is the cutest boy ever!  We love him so much.  His smile is contagious and he really makes us laugh.  Even his nursery workers adore him.   Awww, he is so cute!  I wish I could freeze his age right now.  It's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful that we only have TWO more days of tax season.  Yippee!  Maybe I'll actually get my husband back this week.  That will be nice.  We are taking a mini vacation up to Hershey this weekend, and that will be so fun.   I'm really looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how busy we've been these last 6 months (and even more in Oregon before we left).  It's crazy.  I have so many friends, especially in OR, that I would love to call and really catch up with.  I have emails to write.  I would like to sit and write a letter to my grandmother.  I just really don't have enough time in my day.  So, don't take it personally if I haven't talked to you in a while.  You are in my thoughts and mostly in my heart.  We will catch up soon!  And, if you have time, write me!  I would love to hear from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-5271156111198229797?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/5271156111198229797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=5271156111198229797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/5271156111198229797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/5271156111198229797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-626226401897840934</id><published>2008-01-07T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:27:14.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, it's actually me again!</title><content type='html'>I have no idea how many of you, my friends, are even checking in on my blog anymore.  I'm sure most have given up on me.  Well, I am back, and hope to be back regularly again.  We are finally getting settled in our new house in MD.  I still feel like it's a dream that we have moved.  So far, it has been excellent!  I can just see God's hand so clearly directing mine and Scott's lives.  And, even before I met Scott, I was so positive and sure that it was God who was the One directing me, and to this day, I have no regrets or thoughts otherwise about that.  He is so faithful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to post some pictures of our new house, and maybe one day I can figure it out.  Until then, I will just have to tell you about it.  Here we go.  You walk into the front door and there is a nice living room.  We bought new furniture for it, and it's my favorite spot.  If you walk through the room, you go into the kitchen, and then into the big dining room.  This room has our computer desk, futon, futon chair, two large recliners, armoire, and large dining room table.  It's a recent addition to the house, and such a good one.  That's the first floor.  From the living room I talked about before, you can also (from the side of the room) go up or down.  If you go up, you will find three bedrooms and two bathrooms.  It's a cozy place, and I really like having all the main bedrooms together.  If you go downstairs, you enter the Beaver room.  It's a very large room that is now painted black and orange.  We have our leather sectional down there and a beaver chair.  There is a half bath and coat closet off that room.  Also off that room is the guest room.  It has french doors and probably was the office before we moved in.  But it is serving as our guest room now.  From the Beaver (OSU) room, you can go down another set of stairs.  This leads you to either the laundry room or the school room.  Both are more of my favorite spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our house.  If you ever want to come and see it, you are welcome!  We would love to have you over and to show you around Maryland a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you stopped by my blog and read this, leave me a message.  I'd love to hear from you.   And if you have any ideas on what I should write about next, let me know.  My creativity is pretty shot right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-626226401897840934?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/626226401897840934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=626226401897840934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/626226401897840934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/626226401897840934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2008/01/yes-its-actually-me-again.html' title='Yes, it&apos;s actually me again!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-966681622062628007</id><published>2007-10-22T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:32:11.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Sand</title><content type='html'>So Max has been asking me for this stuff called Moon Sand.  I didn't know what it was, but finally looked into it at Toys R Us the other day (a quick stop before Chuck E Cheese's).   It looked kind of cool.  It's like play dough, but it never dries out and doesn't stain, and supposedly molds and everything like play dough does.  I figured it was worth a shot.  So today, rather than letting the kids play on the computer, I suggested that they try out their new moon sand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it out and let them play on the kitchen table.  It was not at all like I had expected.  My expectations were way too high.  Here, this is crumbly blue stuff (just happens to be the color we bought) that just doesn't seem to stick together to form even a ball.  I thought I must have it wrong, so I read the box.  There were no instructions.  I thought maybe if you add water it would help keep it together.  No, the stuff repels water.  It actually stays dry when you put it in water.  It's weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we ended up with at the end of the moon sand session was a table (and floor) full of crumbs, just like a cookie.  Therefore, I give Moon Sand a half a star out of four, if that.  I was not pleased.  Next time we're up in Salem, I will try and return the stuff.  There's my tip for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-966681622062628007?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/966681622062628007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=966681622062628007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/966681622062628007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/966681622062628007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2007/10/moon-sand.html' title='Moon Sand'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-3050423487333711661</id><published>2007-10-07T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:25:20.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow- It's been too long</title><content type='html'>I have to apologize for not getting on the internet lately.  It's not like me.  I must be busy!  I can say that I don't remember ever being this busy in my entire life.  Packing a house and getting it ready to sell while taking care of five little ones and homeschooling is a crazy task.  I also can gladly say that I enjoy it so much.  I really do.  Like I said before, I love to clean and organize.  So this is thrilling.  I love seeing the rewards of my labor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had pictures of before and after.  My house looks so different.  It looks good.  It's kind of the feel of going to a rental.  I think that's what the realtors were looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's where we are:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Monday (tomorrow) the carpet will be cleaned to look like new.  Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;2.  The kids and I are going to Roseburg tomorrow to stay with Scott while he's on business (and while our carpet dries).&lt;br /&gt;3.  Scott and I will spend our 8th anniversary apart on Tuesday.  Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Thursday the window cleaner is coming.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Friday our house is going on the market!  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;6.  Oh, and Friday our landscaper will be making their 2nd appearance, and I can't tell you how pleased I was with them this past week.  What they did in one trip was unbelievable.  I guess that's their job!&lt;br /&gt;7.  Oct. 19-21 is our women's retreat.  It will be nice to get away without the kids.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Oct. 27-31 Scott, the kids, and I are flying to MD.  Scott will be interviewing while I am looking at houses.  Pray for us!  This trip is crucial to our move.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Sometime in Nov. (hopefully), my mom will fly out here.  She, Scott, the kids, and I will be driving our van and a huge u-haul across the country.  (We can't afford Mayflower- too bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the run-down.  A lot is happening.  Do pray for us (I really meant that).  I have been enjoying this process.  I really believe that God is going to work out every detail.  We've been praying along the way and doors keep opening.  Therefore, we believe it's best to proceed.  There's no reason not to.  A lot still needs to fall into place.  I can't wait to see how God works it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...back to cleaning.  (Maybe tonight I'll be done before midnight, unlike last night.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-3050423487333711661?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/3050423487333711661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=3050423487333711661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/3050423487333711661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/3050423487333711661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-its-been-too-long.html' title='Wow- It&apos;s been too long'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-3413689088206056026</id><published>2007-09-21T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T09:46:22.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes will be the end of me</title><content type='html'>Two days ago I was headed down to the park with the kids.  I was already running late (and it takes 25 minutes to get there), but then had the brilliant idea that since the weather is getting colder, I can pull out the new fall shoes I bought for the kids.  So I got them, cut off the tags, got socks for everyone and proceeded to get everyone out the door.  Well, I can tell you that the two most stressful times in my day are 1) Getting the kids bathed and dressed and 2) Getting the kids out the door.  Car seats are bad enough, but having to actually put shoes and socks on five kids was just too much for me.  It literally took me 15 minutes to get them on.  When you're already running late, and extra few minutes is fine, but 15 is just not acceptable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the solution?  Granted, two of the kids' shoes have to be tied, but the others just slip on.  I guess I could have been more picky on the selection I chose, but I actually had it in the back of my mind that I would pick the easiest ones out there.  I was deceived.  The little pink camo. high tops that I bought for Paige looked easy, but are the worst.  It has ties on it, but it also has zip ups on the sides.  I wrongly assumed that once you tie them, you'll never have to re-tie them again.  You can just zip them up.  No, no.  In order to get them over her foot, I have to untie them each time and start all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got out the door, I was all sweaty, my freshly applied make-up was not so fresh anymore, and ended up at the park too late...to find no one there.  We turned around and came home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-3413689088206056026?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/3413689088206056026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=3413689088206056026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/3413689088206056026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/3413689088206056026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2007/09/shoes-will-be-end-of-me.html' title='Shoes will be the end of me'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-3034511720806103273</id><published>2007-09-19T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:28:50.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning, entertaining, and other random thoughts</title><content type='html'>I will try and make this quick and to the point.  First of all, cleaning.  As you know, I LOVE to clean.  It is truly therapeutic for me.  I love the finished results.  So here are my thoughts on helpful or not so helpful cleaning tools.  Anything with bleach is wonderful...especially for toilets.  I love watching mildew "melt away" once it's sprayed with bleach.  However, Scott has banned me from using it because our clothing bill went up.  I am really bad about getting the bleach on me, as well as the toilet or sink.  However, I bought some again because my family was sick and the thought of cleaning with bleach just excited me.  I just finished cleaning my bathroom...and my black pants now have bleach spots on them.  AAHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I thought I would try and liked at first, but now don't like, is the toilet wand.  I am not sure the exact name, but it's basically a disposable attatchment that goes on the end of this wand.  You clean the toilet and then throw it away.  I tried it because my kids kept getting into the toilet brush and I just couldn't handle that anymore.  But, I have found that my toilet bowl is never as clean as it used to be.  Like I said, I just finished cleaning and it still looks dirty in spots.  That is frustrating.  I just figure that I will finish up using the ones I have and then when I move I will get all new toilet brushes...I can hardly wait.  Oh, and the other thing I don't like about the wand is that it goes into the toilet water.  Once you're done cleaning, the wand itself is wet and I always feel gross just throwing it on the floor...of course, there's no way I'm putting it in a drawer or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case this one is not obvious to you, everyone in America needs to own a box of Mr. Clean Magic Erasers.  Talk about miraculous cleaning!  It cleans everything...from stainless steel to mildew in tiles to marker on the wall.  If there's something you just can't seem to get clean, try this!  For a couple bucks it's worth the shot!  But, answer me this.  I wasn't sure.  Are the generic erasers just as good as the name brand?  I haven't tried them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the next subject.  I came to a realization today.  I have always been one to love to go out.  I don't care if I have to cart all five kids with me.  I want to be out of the house.  Today I realized why.  I am the person who loves to have fun.  But when I am home, I am the cook, the maid, the butler...anything but fun for my kids.  They want to play games, but I am busy doing things that need to get done (I'm not even talking about hobbies- just plain old laundry and dishes!).  I cannot stand to be at home and sit and play when the house needs work.  I just can't stand it.  So I keep busy, but not having fun with the kids.  So, in order to allow myself the freedom to have fun, we go out.  Then I don't have things that need to be done.  I can just relax and enjoy the kids.  And once we get home, Daddy is the fun one and Mommy keeps on keeping on- trying to keep some order in this crazy house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts now...I wanted to add to my pizza blog after I posted it.  I realized that I mainly talked to my Oregon friends in that one, but wanted to capture the attention of my Maryland friends.  So here we go. &lt;br /&gt;1.  I forgot to write my all-time favorite pizza in the world.  I mean this.  SORRENTO's in Arbutus.  This is, what, $5 for a jumbo and is the best ever!  And, not only that, but you can get a coke in a foam cup with the best ice in the world too!  (I have a crazy love for certain kinds of ice- round pellets are my favorite and then small chips.)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Dough Roller in Ocean City is just gross.  It is over-priced and does not taste good.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Ledo's pizza, however, at OC is really great.  I'm sure they are great in Severna Park and whereever else they are as well, but I haven't tried them a lot.  I did get their Buffalo pizza at the beach and that was out of this world!  Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think I like a good, greasy pizza.  Both Sorrento's and Ledo's have greasy pizza.  MMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley's new thing is when you ask him where something is, he points wherever he chooses and says, "Right there."  Oh I love him!  He's trying to walk more all the time- about 7 steps just as I wrote that.  I hope he gets it nailed down soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is getting too long, so I will end now.  Bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-3034511720806103273?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/3034511720806103273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=3034511720806103273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/3034511720806103273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/3034511720806103273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2007/09/cleaning-entertaining-and-other-random.html' title='Cleaning, entertaining, and other random thoughts'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-8898296106730575049</id><published>2007-09-18T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:38:44.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, how convenient</title><content type='html'>So today I ran up to Salem to see what clothes I could find for my kids at Once Upon a Child.  Usually, I find them a bit overpriced, but when I am searching for something specific, I try there first because they have the biggest selection.  (I love second-hand stores, especially if they are inexpensive and have a large variety of items.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I got to the store I received a phone call on my cell phone.  It was my sister-in-law, Kristy.  I was talking to her as I unloaded my kids, got two of them (who were sleeping) in the stroller, and headed into the store.  I was sure to lock my car door because I was in Salem (I usually don't).  I did my shopping (found exactly what I was looking for by the way) and went out to the car...to find it locked and to find my keys no where in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer!  I looked in every window all around the van but didn't locate them inside.  My only guess was that I had thrown them in the diaper bag, which I did not take inside, and that's why I didn't spot them.  So I called Scott and he agreed to make the drive to rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, how convenient that Once Upon a Child is only a mile away from Chuck E. Cheese's!  Ha!  We had to cross Lancaster (Drive, Road, which is it?), which made me a tad nervous (only because I have almost hit pedestrians on that road a time or two), but I figured it would be a fun adventure.  Sure enough, it was a fun walk.  We enjoyed it (besides the loud transit and school buses whizzing by) and were so proud of ourselves once we reached our beloved destination.  That was our story for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the keys were in the diaper bag afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-8898296106730575049?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/8898296106730575049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=8898296106730575049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/8898296106730575049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/8898296106730575049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-how-convenient.html' title='Oh, how convenient'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-4283144117996942671</id><published>2007-09-17T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:51:15.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza...mmmmm</title><content type='html'>So for those of you who know me well, you know that pizza is my favorite food. I should clarify. Pizza is my favorite "every day" type food. I would much prefer a great steak or piece of halibut or something at a great restaurant, but if you're like me and have a large family, you just can't fine dine as much as you'd like. Therefore, I consider pizza my favorite food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd just jot a few favorites down. I'd love to hear your comments and ideas of new places my family can try. Oh, and I guess I'll also write some of my least favorites. I'd love to hear your comments on these as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav's:&lt;br /&gt;1. Papa's CHEESE pizza- I'm talking just cheese. It is so great. It is pretty garlicy, so be prepared for that taste. I think it is wonderful. Their crust is just crispy enough and the all over flavor is just good.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last night I had, for the first time, Papa Murphy's Mediterranean pizza. Again, the garlic is strong, but obviously I love garlic! It has spinach, sun dried tomatoes, chicken, feta cheese, and I'm sure more, but not even sure what. I didn't look at it so much. I just devoured my two slices and wished I wasn't full so I could eat more. The taste was out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chuck E Cheese's- I know, I know, two out of three now have been "kids places." Yes, I go there often, and Chuck's has a special place in my heart. Perhaps if I can figure out how to get a picture on my blog, I will write a special post about Chuck's and put a picture of me holding my "Employee of the month" plaque on it! :) Anyway, Chuck's pizza can be really great- fresh out of the oven...with bacon (bits, not canadian) and onion. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;4. Pizza Amore right here in Albany is such a great place. You go in, and the aroma of a "real pizza parlor" hits you. Oh, I love that! And the pizza tastes as good as it smells. (I admit I've only been there once, but I have a fond memory so far.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Pizza Hut- Yes, plain old Pizza Hut. Scott and I love the meat lover's. You cannot go wrong with their pan pizza crust. Oh, it's an oldie but a goodie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't like:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pizza King in Albany. Their pizza is SO overpriced, probably because of the environment (kids play area and karaoke), and I did not care for it at all. There is nothing I hate more than leaving a restaurant disappointed in the food and knowing I just paid a year's worth of college education for it!&lt;br /&gt;(OK, now that I think about it, Chuck's and Papa's Pizza are expensive too, but since it tastes so good it is worth it!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Now this one is interesting. My mother-in-law just had their pizza and said it was one of her all time fav's. For us, we did not like it one bit. I think the name is Cirello's. It's on 9th St. in Corvallis next to (but across the street from) Rite Aid.&lt;br /&gt;3. Galluci's in Lincoln City is really bad too. I have tried it numerous times and everytime I leave wishing I had not wasted my money.&lt;br /&gt;4. Dominos is just as bad as the rest. It is not worth it, especially to pay extra for delivery! We avoid this one at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indifferent choices:&lt;br /&gt;1. Costco- it's fine. Not great, but not bad.&lt;br /&gt;2. Little Caesars- sometimes it's good, but sometimes not. You can't depend on it, but for $5 it's sometimes worth it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Homemade- honestly, can you ever make a homemade pizza that is better than your favorite restaurant pizza (especially if it costs the same!)? I am not sure about this option. I have not had much luck, even though I've tried a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for lack of time, I have to end this post. I'll look forward to reading your comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-4283144117996942671?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/4283144117996942671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=4283144117996942671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/4283144117996942671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/4283144117996942671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2007/09/pizzammmmm.html' title='Pizza...mmmmm'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-1758343615100270339</id><published>2007-09-15T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:39:57.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing Stinks!</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to write about this in my blog now for a while, but I am just now getting around to it...A few weeks ago, Scott invited Mark and Heather and their family over to watch the Beaver football game.  As tempting as it was for Heather and me to sit and watch the whole thing with the guys, we decided to opt out and take a walk through Target.  Fun, Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we stopped to look at was deodorant.  I wasn't planning to go to that aisle necessarily, but I was so glad we did!  I remembered once I saw the display that I had been thinking earlier that I should look into a different type to use.  I will admit, as much as this will gross many of you out, that Scott and I have been sharing (his) deodorant our entire married life, I think.  It's the gel kind that winds up, so it's really not gross to me.  But anyway, I always figured I'd use men's because naturally it would be the strongest...right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to Heather that what I've been using has been ok, but by the end of the day I don't feel quite as fresh as I think I should feel...especially after using a men's strength deodorant.  We started investigating and looking at all the different brands.  She finally came across one that she had heard about...with some sort of medicated power.  It cost $7.94, but I picked it up and figured it was worth a shot.  Really, what's more important?  Money or freshness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden it hit me.  When I am looking at medicine, (creams, ointments, etc.) I always compare labels.  Usually the store brand has the same amount of the active ingredient, but costs less because it has the Target symbol on it and the packaging doesn't quite look as nice.  So I figured I'd start reading labels on the deodorant to see what I found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with the medicated stuff and it had 20% of the active ingredient.  I looked at the men's stuff I had been using.  It was at a 16%.  Secret, and some other women's brands, had about a 17%.  One of the highest ones I saw was 19%.  I was ready to pick that one up and take it home with me when I saw the $.94 Suave brand.  What did I find?  To my amazement, that is the only other one with 20% of the active ingredient!  Unbelievable!  I almost spent $7.00 more for the same exact stuff...because of marketing!  So, I smelled Suave's options and landed on the one that is sort of a coconut or shea nut type smell.  It's good.  And, more importantly, it WORKS!  Not only do I act like a nut by the end of the day, I smell like one too! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I urge you to do the research for yourself and you will be amazed.  Hope this helps!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-1758343615100270339?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/1758343615100270339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=1758343615100270339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/1758343615100270339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/1758343615100270339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2007/09/marketing-stinks.html' title='Marketing Stinks!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-1586935143047295375</id><published>2007-09-06T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T16:03:45.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper Cars</title><content type='html'>My driving record is impeccable, if I do say so myself.  However, after today, I will have to at least mention that I've been in an accident.  Let's start from the beginning.  I left my house around lunch time.  I had just called Scott to ask if he could meet me at Target during his lunch break.  I had a few things to get and didn't want to unload the whole gang just for those items.  He is gracious about that and willingly helps out in that way, even though sitting in a hot parking lot during his lunch hour doesn't seem too exciting for him.  Anyway, I had to quick run to the credit union and then I was going to make my way to Target. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was turning into the parking lot of Linn-Co, I felt a little bump.  Here's me in my big old 15 passenger van and this little car hit the back of me.  I hardly felt the nudge.  It really did kind of feel like bumper cars.  It took me a second to realize I had even been hit.  I continued into the parking lot and called Scott for him to meet me there instead of Target.  He didn't know why, but again, he's a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in the street and there was broken glass and some missing pieces of someone's car (I was hoping not mine!) and there were some people standing around.  I could tell one family was hesitant to keep walking, but they did, and that was fine.  One man stayed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept the van running, and as I opened the door to see the damage, I saw the person walking up to me.  He had passed me and pulled into the next parking lot down.  I was glad he stopped, not that I even thought he wouldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw who it was, I about died.  It was someone I know...should I mention any names?  Oh, what the heck, it was Paul Snead!  Poor guy, he seemed pretty distraught.  He was driving a little Jetta and it was pretty messed up.  I didn't see it actually, but from the glass and stuff on the street, I knew it wasn't in great shape.  He said it was beat up quite a bit.  I asked him what happened and he said he had a lot on his mind and just wasn't paying attention.  (I was afraid maybe I hadn't used my blinker or something.)  He admitted it was his fault.  And here's the sad thing.  I thought he was just upset about the car, but the reason he was so upset was because earlier in the week he and Katie broke up.  The wedding's off and he was obviously discouraged.  I felt so bad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, our witness noticed that he wasn't needed anymore and let us know he was leaving.  It was nice of him to at least stay that long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at my van and the bumper was just a little pushed in, scratched and that's about it.  Later, after Scott got there, he and I noticed a piece was missing...I found it on the side of the road.  It's just a plastic thing that can be fixed easily.  Paul said he had to be away tonight until Tuesday for the Army but I could just call him and let him know if there was any damage he needed to pay for.  I do think we should get the bumper fixed, but hopefully it won't be too much.  And hopefully his car isn't too bad afterall.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my exciting tale for today.  I'm thankful for my BIG BIG van on days like today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-1586935143047295375?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/1586935143047295375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=1586935143047295375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/1586935143047295375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/1586935143047295375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2007/09/bumper-cars.html' title='Bumper Cars'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-2828778287506759817</id><published>2007-09-04T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:18:47.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Paige Girl</title><content type='html'>Last year when I started homeschooling, it was just Max and me. I loved it. He is such a smart kid. (He is much like his dad!) Although his attitude wasn't always the best and he'd find excuses to complain (like "I'm hungry, I'm tired, etc.") it was a real pleasure teaching him. He had to learn things of course, but overall, he just got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I decided to start a bit early. I have both Max and Meredith in school, Max in 1st grade and Mer in kindergarten. The first day of school rolled around (last Monday) and Meredith came bouncing into my room waking me up telling me it was time for school. She was so excited, which just made me all the more anxious to get started. I mean, what more can you ask for from your student? She isn't Max and doesn't quite catch on as much as he does so easily, but she has the most awesome attitude. That's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Paige has been so eager to "do school" this year too. I bought her her own school box to put her pencils, crayons, glue stick in and every day last week she made sure I helped her in school too. I had to come up with my own ideas for her, which were running low after those first five days. That's when I decided, if I am going to sit and try and teach her every day, why not use an actual curriculum? So I ordered the kindergarten books for her to use, just like Mer is doing. Today was our first day. I had no idea what I was in for. Paige had the excitement of Meredith and the brains of Max all in one- we finished 10 lessons of Math this afternoon!!! Wow- homeschooling just keeps getting better and better for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that when you put your efforts into doing what you believe is best for your family, (whether it be fixing a healthy meal, cleaning the bathroom, homeschooling your children, or other sometimes mundane activities) God blesses you.  I have been pleasantly surprised to see how He has helped me to stay committed to certain activities that I've chosen to do for the benefit of my family!  I say that because I usually don't continue doing what I am doing if I don't love it. Unfortunately, I am not that kind of person, and I often give up when I am bored with something (although I hate to admit it). So I will give God the praise for blessing me because that is what keeps me going. Looking into my children's eyes and seeing their sweet little faces definitely gets me motivated to do what is best for them. I'm thankful that I can view homeschooling as a blessing. I do enjoy my time with each of them individually, and pray that it works out for us to keep at it for years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-2828778287506759817?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/2828778287506759817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=2828778287506759817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/2828778287506759817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/2828778287506759817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-paige-girl.html' title='My Paige Girl'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-9131425839538107735</id><published>2007-09-04T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:47:51.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm famous!</title><content type='html'>My awesome friend, Heather, has not only written about me on her blog, but has also included a picture. I feel honored! Check it out...(along with all of Heather's blog- her's is really fun and full of great links) &lt;a href="http://www.becoming-becoming.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.becoming-becoming.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and enjoy! (And, Heather, speaking of not smiling TOO big for pictures...next time I'll take your advice!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-9131425839538107735?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/9131425839538107735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=9131425839538107735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/9131425839538107735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/9131425839538107735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-famous.html' title='I&apos;m famous!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-4182974884013920319</id><published>2007-09-01T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T14:14:15.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Irwin</title><content type='html'>It was just this time last year (Labor Day) that I was sitting at the Oregon State Fair watching the horse show when my brother-in-law, Tim, told me the news.  Steve Irwin had been killed!  At first I wasn't surprised.  I mean, with his line of work, something tragic was bound to happen one of these days.  But, as time went on, I became more and more sad about Steve's death.  I was and still am a huge fan of his work!  I even talked about wanting to take the kids to the Australia Zoo to see him play with a crocodile live someday.  It's just sad.  And his wife and kids are so awesome, especially Bindy.  She is great, and I know she'll definitely walk in her father's footsteps.  She loves animals and has the perfet personality, just like her dad!  Don't get me wrong, I am fascinated by this...from a distance!  I cannot relate at all with this love of animals, especially dangerous ones, but I really do enjoy his shows.  I am always on the edge of my seat when I watch them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to put this link on my page.  If you have not seen this youtube yet, you'll just crack up.  If you've already seen it, well, you'll crack up again!  This is one of my favorite "forwards" that I've ever gotten.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I do...over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/pa_7P5AbUww"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/pa_7P5AbUww&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-4182974884013920319?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/4182974884013920319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=4182974884013920319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/4182974884013920319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/4182974884013920319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2007/09/steve-irwin.html' title='Steve Irwin'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-6303000083489693946</id><published>2007-09-01T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T10:52:18.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>East to west...and back again</title><content type='html'>Scott took me from the east cost and brought me out here to Oregon.  I have really loved my time here, and have grown so much (both individually and as a wife).  It has been a wonderful experience for me.  But, the time has come, and Scott and I both feel it is best for us to move back east.  We are excited about this idea, and it's been so wonderful to see God continuing to open doors in such surprising ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I hate about my life is that no matter where I go now, I am going to have to say goodbye to some awesome people.  I have had to do this with my family for 8 years now, and each time rips my heart out.  I hate goodbyes more than anything, and I find it ironic that I've had to be the one to go through it so much in my adult life.  It's like the Wizard of Oz.  My family watched that movie faithfully every year when it would come on TV.  Was I scared of the flying monkeys or the witch?  No!  That stinking movie made me cry every time when Dorothy had to say goodbye to her friends in order get back to Kansas.  I hated it then and I hate it now.  So I am trying not to let myself think about the friends I have here in Oregon who I will have to say goodbye to.  Of course, as I told Heather and Emily, I am NOT saying goodbye.  I don't believe in that!  I will slip out quietly and when I am in my new house, I will email everyone and let them now I arrived safely.  There is no easy way to do it except that!  Call me a coward, but honestly, who likes to sit and make it a big sad deal where you have to hug everyone and each of you tells the other that you love them...we already know this!  So when I'm gone, you can write me an email or send me a card (with money in it please) and let me know how special I was to you! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I am thrilled to move!  The thought of living close to my family again, now that we are all in the same stage of life, almost makes me want to jump out of my skin with excitement!  I can't wait for my nieces and nephews to know their Aunt Amy better and to get some really good qualitiy time in with them.  It's been too long already.  I feel like I don't even know some of them...and some of my family haven't even met my little Riley yet.  That's too bad (especially now that he's so close to walking- he took 6 steps on Friday!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one dream I have so far is spending a day every week over at Dedad's (my grandfather's) house.  I can't wait to get back on my hands and knees and clean his kitchen floor like I used to do growing up.  It's one of my favorite things in life (cleaning his floor, not my own!).  I am so sad that my kids don't really know him and I am so anxious for them to spend time with him and watch him play his harmonica, or sing little ditties to them, or whatever else.  I wish they could know him like I've known him.  But, those weekly visits will be a start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though it will not be easy to leave my family and friends here in the west, the east is calling.  I will take it as a gift from God and enjoy being with my family and friends back there again.  What a blessing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-6303000083489693946?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/6303000083489693946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=6303000083489693946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/6303000083489693946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/6303000083489693946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2007/09/east-to-westand-back-again.html' title='East to west...and back again'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086887485726163197.post-41238144161228448</id><published>2007-09-01T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T10:00:05.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Poppins...my idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK, so the movie Mary Poppins has been out forever, but the first time I've seen it was a few years back (since I've been married).  It has since become one of my favorite movies- how do you go wrong with a musical starring Julie Andrews (the best voice ever)?  I don't know about you, but I have five kids, and keeping the excitement and learning how train my kids in a creative way gets hard.  If only I had the "power" to turn medicine into different colors for my kids as I pour it on their spoons!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know much about blogs.  I feel I will need much assistance, but be patient with me.  I hope to get this thing up and running...with lots of flair soon! :)  This idea of creating a blog was recommended to me by my good friend, Heather.  I will probably get most of my blogging advice from her.  I have lots of thoughts and entry ideas, but I will have to get to those later.  I just thought I'd better explain "Amy Poppins" so everyone at least knows where that came from (and I will admit that Scott came up with this title for me).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's all for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086887485726163197-41238144161228448?l=amy-poppins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/feeds/41238144161228448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5086887485726163197&amp;postID=41238144161228448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/41238144161228448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086887485726163197/posts/default/41238144161228448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-poppins.blogspot.com/2007/09/mary-poppinsmy-idol.html' title='Mary Poppins...my idol'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01890552942647981258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emEUdmucnd8/SNfvB9JJ-VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fvfjdK4Vq-Q/S220/P1050473.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
