<?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-1105328608518554249</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:53:04.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joining the Bloggin World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen250.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105328608518554249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen250.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14403671096225441005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M8v-ndt5-aY/SL9SE59TgBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsRaAuGNxHo/S220/Amy+7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105328608518554249.post-8479270415537728817</id><published>2008-09-18T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:52:34.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College life... STORY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;STORY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~sorry my stories just aren't quite the same as they are in person ;) ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My roommate, a.k.a. one of the cutest girls ever, got asked out today. Twice! She's one of those totally innocent college girls. She's never been kissed, is kinda clueless when it comes to boys, and just totally adorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So... here's how it went down. Kyler, the boy that lives next door (literally- like five feet away) totally likes her. This little crush has been going on for about a week or two now. She talks about him every night to me but nothing has happened because they're both so innocent. Kristina was all afraid that he didn't like her.... ha! Kyler really is this cute kid. He actually just recently got a job at cold stone (memories!) and so we talk about the job all the time. So Kenny, Kyler's roommate, texts me tonight and asks if Kristina is home. In his words, Kyler "wants to leave her a love note." So I informed him that she wasn't, since I was home alone (I have no social life). Not too much later, Kyler shows up at my door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Is Kristina home?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Nope." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Okay good I have to leave her something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Already knowing, I give a little laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Do you already know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Yeah..." big smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Naturally, he gets embarrassed. He quickly goes next door to his place. He comes back and goes for the kitchen. A little confused, I just watch him. He opens the freezer. &lt;em&gt;ummm... Kyler?&lt;/em&gt; haha I just kept watching him. Once he's done, he closes the freezer and just leaves. Of course I'm going to look. No doubt about it. I open the freezer, and I almost peed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247616849231593458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M8v-ndt5-aY/SNNHuKfNv_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Q1EOqTd0HpY/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(there &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;cold stone ice cream included, but she ate it already- i took the picture after)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How cute is that?? There's this little talent show tomorrow night, and he wants to go with her! Date? I think so! Of course I was anxious for her to get home! When she finally got home, someone said something to her about ice cream and so she went to the freezer. She FREAKED!!!! It was THE cutest thing of my life. Needless to say, she ended up saying yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The best part was tonight when she came in to talk to me. Of course I'm just hanging out on my bed doing whatever nerds do. She is twitter-pated to the max! My favorite is how she just kept rambling, analyzing every detail. Then when she ran out of things to say, she would change the subject until something else regarding Kyler came to her mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I just can't stop smiling" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Do you think he heard me freaking out when I saw it? He's like right next door and the doors were open!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"He kept smiling every time he saw me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Should I wear make-up tomorrow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"....He even typed up the note."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;personal favorite: "Ah! I hope this isn't a dream. What if I wake up?" &lt;em&gt;I laugh. &lt;/em&gt;"It kinda feels like it though." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I'm overreacting. Where's my book? I can't even focus. I'm so glad a cleaned my room today."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What motivated this blog? I miss those days. This all made me reminiscent of the days when life seemed so simple. The days when you would be giddy all day just because the boy you were crushin on smiled at you. I miss coming home being so slap happy about a silly boy. Moral to the story: there is hope. Not that I didn't think there was. But there are innocent people out there, who still get excited about little things like that. There are girls who live for the cute things like that. Perhaps most importantly- there are boys out there that are willing to put forth the effort. That's what made my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/1105328608518554249-8479270415537728817?l=amyhansen250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen250.blogspot.com/feeds/8479270415537728817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1105328608518554249&amp;postID=8479270415537728817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105328608518554249/posts/default/8479270415537728817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105328608518554249/posts/default/8479270415537728817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen250.blogspot.com/2008/09/college-life-story.html' title='College life... STORY!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14403671096225441005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M8v-ndt5-aY/SL9SE59TgBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsRaAuGNxHo/S220/Amy+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M8v-ndt5-aY/SNNHuKfNv_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Q1EOqTd0HpY/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105328608518554249.post-8499194164422844685</id><published>2008-09-15T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:33:41.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to be humble...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm FINALLY posting something! :) So, here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This past week has been incredibly rough, but amazing at the same time. I've come to realize and accept the fact that sometimes the hardest times in our lives are the most strengthening and rewarding. On top of boy issues, last week was full of stress from school. Today I had my first calculus exam, and I'm proud to announce it's the first time I've EVER not finished about half the test. I'm not kidding guys, I really left almost half of it blank. So... college life is a challenge. But what's great is how much the Lord has blessed me. Thanks to two of my incredible guy friends up here at Utah State, I have an increased testimony of the power of the priesthood. And when I say power, I mean POWER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So here's the story... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last Sunday, I was struggling with boy problems (of course... ha) and I felt completely unworthy of any blessings from the Lord. While I was struggling to deal with a million and a half emotions at once, one of the boys offered to give me a blessing. At first I laughed and said no (which I now feel bad for doing). But then he took the opportunity to teach me a thing about the priesthood, and about the Lord's unconditional love for His children. Needless to say, I ended up agreeing. From that moment, things were so much easier. I can't explain how much smoother things went last week compared to how much of a wreck they could have been. And not only that, I was able to get my head back on straight and focus on the more important things in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The moral to the story is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I deeply admire all the worthy young men out there that hold the priesthood with the utmost respect and honor. It has such a distinct sacredness to it, and the blessings that can come from it are beyond my ability to comprehend. I love the Gospel, and I feel so blessed to have it in my life. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1105328608518554249-8499194164422844685?l=amyhansen250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen250.blogspot.com/feeds/8499194164422844685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1105328608518554249&amp;postID=8499194164422844685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105328608518554249/posts/default/8499194164422844685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105328608518554249/posts/default/8499194164422844685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen250.blogspot.com/2008/09/learning-to-be-humble.html' title='Learning to be humble...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14403671096225441005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M8v-ndt5-aY/SL9SE59TgBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsRaAuGNxHo/S220/Amy+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105328608518554249.post-4855029576190991184</id><published>2008-09-03T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:47:19.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More to come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;So Miss Lindsay Irion is basically my favorite person... she was the miracle-worker behind my blog. SO! Give me a few days to figure everything out and I'll shortly be up and running! I can't wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1105328608518554249-4855029576190991184?l=amyhansen250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyhansen250.blogspot.com/feeds/4855029576190991184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1105328608518554249&amp;postID=4855029576190991184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105328608518554249/posts/default/4855029576190991184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1105328608518554249/posts/default/4855029576190991184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyhansen250.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-to-come.html' title='More to come...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14403671096225441005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M8v-ndt5-aY/SL9SE59TgBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsRaAuGNxHo/S220/Amy+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
