The FOurth, fifth and sixth "le jour de Noël" (Christmas Day.)

Yah yah... I know. I got way behind.

No fear though I have many funny and embarassing and adventuresome stories. For you. :)

So...day four....I actually can't remember what I did Thursday so let's fast forward to Friday. :)

Friday was def an embarrassing and funny story. :)
Whit and I were in the movie store picking a movie to rent and some friends called us to go to see Old Dogs. (hilarious) So we did a little shopping. Our hub cap thing feel off in the Hasting parking lot. :) I opened my door to run and get it and it rolled right to my door. Points. Please watch this video. The hub cap reminded me of this video. I did that in the parking. I used the hubcap as a steering wheel and this lady was tlaking on the phone staring at me while Whit was driving so I pretended to drive, and pretended to swerve and her face got the uttermost alarm on it. :D Hehehhe. Whitney almost wrecked driving.
    Then, we went to Chicken Express to smuggle into the movie, Kathrine and I were dancing in the parking lot to embarrass Whitney. I left my talented dancing partner to leap onto the table outside ballet style...my foot caught an inch of the bench, slid off, smashed my leg, my face hit the table, and I commenced to hysterical laughter and the people inside saw and pretended not to notice.

Saturday........................
SHOPPING.
Ashley and I went to finish Christmas shopping.
We were in the mall walking and those stupid people that work at the booths in the middle were doing their job. THis gay man grabbed my arm saying, "You like my hair straightened? You want to see my straightener? You straighten your hair." Does it look like I straighten my hair? No. I told him my interest was on the downside. He grabs Ashley's arm, "You straighten your hair, yes?" Ashley told the truth, yes. He grabs her, plops her in a chair, me in the mean time protesting telling him we don't care for his straightener, telling him we don't want what he's selling....telling him to jump in the dumpster. He won't shut up about the straightner so I roll my eyes, huff and puff and sit down on a bench. Ashley later tells me he was talking to her saying, "Guuuuurl, she don't like me. Yeeer friend, she mean to me. That guurrrrl. She a mean guuuurrrrl. She can geet ovuuur eeeeet." (accent and all) I'm watching, he straightens her hair then starts to curl it! we were almost out of time so I formulated a plan. I arched up, said, "hi, dad says for us to come home. goodbye sir." he goes, "no more five minute? no?" Me, "no, so just straighten that curl quickly and we will exit. hasta la vista baby." Yah, this "guuuurl" didn't like him.

Sunday.
Candle light blow up.
Ok, our church did a candle light service and little Emily that is three I was sitting beside, had a candle she was holding quite responsibly. Then....all the sudden she starts violently shaking this open flame! I make her be still. She looks up at me and says....it would have been pretty.

Today will come tomorrow....if that makes sense.

The Third day continued.

On the Third day of Christmas, 


As Whitney said, "the tv show COPS played out in our driveway." 


I told you I would get more adventurous. I didn't lie. Adventure found me. :D YAY!

Some drunk people came to our house for gas. I thought it was my grandparents car, I went outside. Promptly realized it wasn't them at all. High tailed it inside. Got my mom out of bed. The drunk man came to our front door he sounded mean. My mom yelled at them through the door.  We called my police/Judge/Grandpa. He came. He got the guy to go back to his truck. He frisked him. Some lady got freaked out in their pimp truck. She jumped out the back with a big dog. started running away. We got scared. My fire fighter/uncle came and a police man. They arrested the drunk man. They got another drunk man out of the drivers seat (there was some real action then) he fought, they grabbed him, laid him against the truck. It took three men to cuff him. (meanwhile WHitney and I had our front window open hanging our faces out watching. :) We a a pretty legit looking BB gun to protect us...hahah, I swear it looks like a 9mm. Anyways. It was some pretty sweet action Jackson, they went searching behind the house with flashlights, searched everywhere. Haha. They never found the other two people that dissapeared. But wwe all lived happily ever after. :D

Whitney ended up sleeping with the pretty legit BB gun in her bed with her

My grandpa later told me that the man had told him that the lady at the door was mean, cause she was yelling at him and wouldn't give him any gas. Haha. :)

All in all, I had a legit day. :)
L-E-G-I-T.
 Merry Christmas.

The 12 Days Of Christmas :)

I missed three days so I'm doing three today.

On the first day of Christmas:

My little brother successfully opened four gifts without anyone finding out till later, I saw two of mine and won't tell anyone I know what they're giving me.


On the second day of Christmas:

I went to Ihop after a victorious basketball game and almost ordered a Rooty Tooty fresh and Fruity, with extra strawberrys. I got the Strawberry cheesecake New York pancakes....with extra strawberrys. Then everyone had to freakin' laugh when I said the extra strawberrys part....in the end I had too many strawberrys. :)
Only Tim Hawkins fans are gonna get that.

On the third day of Christmas:

I wore Dr. Pepper pajamas till lunch time. :)
I thought it was festive. :P

I'll continue couinting down the days of Christmas tomorrow!!!! I promise there will be more adventure involved. :)

See ya lata!

Give Thanks.

It is not how much we have, 

but how much we enjoy, 

that makes happiness. 

–Anonymous

"So Break It Down and get Free."

   One late night about Midnight. Whitney burst into my room while I'm in bed reading...she goes, you wanna have hot chocolate? So, about 12:05 Whit and I go down the stairs to the living room and sit down on the not yet finished concrete floor and start drinking our Cinnamon hot chocolate and some Raspberry dark hot chocolate. Mmmm....I  finds some candles my little sisters made and light them up in the middle of us girls. Then, our dad got home, so we hurry up, blow out the candles, run up the stairs throw our cups in the sink and dive into our beds. 

After a long day of shopping the day after Thanksgiving. Whitney, Ashley, our friend Erika, and I finished off our day by going to the movies. We watched Fame. It was great, we were the ONLY people in the theater...so we got to have free reign. We talked loudly, snorted, giggled, Whitney slept, at one point there was some rockin' music and Erika had just came back from the bathroom and we didn't notice her come back and she came back dancing wildly down the aisle. So Whitney and I joined her and we danced all around the theater laughing, being idiots. We def "broke it down and got free". That was def a movie to remember. :)

After that long day of shopping I had a major migraine. So last night I went to bed at 8:30 and slept for 20 hours straight. That's a record for me!!! WHOO!

"So break it down and get free!"

I'm Right. As always.

You Are 50% Left Brained, 50% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.

Off adventuring in a foreign land that some like to call Dallas.

This past weekend through last Tuesday, I was off adventuring. 
 My adventure included four of my favorite people. (Well, it included a lot more, but I only have pictures of four. :D)


 Sit back, relax, and let me tell my tale. :)

Here's where is all started, at the DMC for the Excel concert.

Enter in Jessica and Heather.

My dear Heather lives at the DMC.

I love to visit her office.

:D

After the amusing concert I went home with my one and only pretty, Victoria.

And had a blast of course. :)

You should have seen us racing up and down that little hill setting both of our camera's on self-timer, racing back down the hill, plopping down and trying to act nonchalant.  Ha. What a sight we must have made. :)

We did our hair for Victoria.

Victoria has this practically awesome neighbor, Lydia. :) We hung out with her quite a bit. :)

A taller and shorter half.

Like puzzle pieces, they fit perfectly together.

:)

 Notice the matching shirts we bought together at AE.

"All We Need Is Love"

Running outside to play in the leaves. :)

Nothing beats having fun like a kid. :)

 Ha, attempted mysterious look.

Epic fail.

I don't think I ever got a serious face. :D

More my type of picture. :)

Tree Huggers.

The best part of the adventure. Climbing a tree to get to the roof and take pics. :D

Then, I went to Jessica and Rachel's house. My other two favorite people.

We went to Jadore Yogurt. The BEST frozen yogurt place. EVER

The cute little Asian man insisted upon taking a picture with Jessica's phone. Hahah.

And kept insisting. We let him take one then insisted no more.

That ends my Dallas adventure.

The end.

I am a Promise with a capitol P.

I live for a purpose.
That's what God has been repeatedly telling me.
I'm here for a reason.
I saw a song on my friend's status that I haven't heard since going to children's programs.


I am a promise I am a possibility I am a promise with a capital "P" 
I am a great big bundle of potentiality 
And I am learnin' to hear God's voice 
And I am tryin' to make the right choice
 I am a promise to be anything God wants me to be.


I thought, I should listen to kids songs more often if they are gonna that inspirational. ;)

I have been slightly frustrated lately wondering, what in heaven's name am I supposed to be doing with my life? What in the world will I end up doing. How can I do whatever it is. I have been literally begging God to tell me these things. Begging him to answer me and give me something hard, great, yet satisfying, something to give Him glory. Then I read this in a book.

One song can spark a moment.
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest.
One bird can herald spring.
One smile begins a friendship.
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship.
One word can frame a goal.
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam can light a room.
One candle wipes out darkness.
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must start each journey.
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits.
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with power.
One heart can know what's love.
One life can make a difference.

I thought...whoa.
My life in it's self, right now, right here, can make a difference.

"To the world, you may be one person. To one person, you may be the world."

I am a promise I am a possibility I am a promise with a capital "P" 

I am a great big bundle of potentiality 

And I am learnin' to hear God's voice 

And I am tryin' to make the right choice

 I am a promise to be anything God wants me to be.

So, I am sitting by quite anxiously, knowing I am God's promise.

"Once 'pon a time, there three 'wil piggies."

My little brother, who is the apple of my eye, loves to play, hates to sleep.

Last night it was my little brother's bedtime, he was trying every method to avoid the fact. Hehe. :) So I told him to jump in bed, his new idea? Tuck ME in bed. He grabbed me by the arm and said, "I take you to you woom." I was like...whaaaa? So he drug me to my room said "lay down!" and pushed me towards my bed. So I layed down on my bed and he pulled my blankets on me turned my little heater on HIGH, (suffocation began there) and started to literally tuck me in. I was laying there wondering, where in the world did this little squirt learn this? After he had successfully smothered me and I had suffered from heat exhaustion he started to leave me, I, at this time playing along, protested saying, "where's my story?!?!?" To my surprise he climbed and sat on top of me and started telling his all time favorite bedtime story and gave it a little spin of hilarity.

(Exactly like this)

"Once 'pon a time, there three 'wil piggies.
They live with there mommy.
They not obey there mommy."

he paused for dramatic emphasis of course and I asked...what happened?
He answered..."they git in biggggggg piggy trouble."

I have no idea where he came up with disobedient but it made for a pretty good laugh. :)

I love my little brother.

Dear Defining Joy.

Dear blog,

     I am incredibly sorry I am so neglectful and have not blogged for what seems like years. I am terrible. Yes I know. ;) Forgive me. I am trying my hardest to get caught up with life and then I will be blogging at least three times a week. (I hope) So, sit tight, don't let your pants fall off. You (my blog) will be up and running again soon. I hope. :P So, all this to say, I am the worst blogger. 

Love you owner, Amanda. 

<3 Autumn <3

I love Summer, cause it's warm. Cause I don't wake up shivering at night. I love Summer, cause of the beautiful golden light. 


Still, Autumn is wonderful. Even though I wake up shivering. I love it. Pumpkin pie, red leaves floating through the air, it's like the perfect jeans and converse weather...can it please be Fall and Summer at the same time? Fall has the perfect weather, although it's cold in the mornings, the afternoons are perfect, not too cold, not too warm. Summer, can you be like Fall? Fall can you be like Summer? It seems like in the Fall, my little siblings love to play outside so much more, cause they aren't dying in the heat. Every Fall we have at least one game of family football, where everyone just laughs at each other's poor skill. Fall is beautiful. **happy sigh**
Oh, another thing about Fall. Football, which is my new found love. Longhorns won today. Thanks Longhorns, you make me proud. (No, I am not one of those, people that are fans of the Longhorn's just cause their Texas, just cause they won...it's just I like them. Not because I'm some fanatic that is an idiot, that knows nothing about the sport., ok, so I don't know EVERYTHING) Go away. ;)


I was going to post much longer, but, I have a sudden urge for some Pumpkin Pie...wonder why? 


Something totally not a part of this post. 
I miss my sister. I talked to her this morning. She's been gone for a month, for that month I was with her a week and a half. I still miss her. How am I going to make it another month without seeing her at all? That's my agony for the day. Btw, she wants people to write herrrr!!!!!! So if you know Whit, this is her address.


Whitney Hall
1312 S. Ervay St.
Dallas, Texas 75215

Mucho love,
Amanda

My life is happy.

These are some happy moments of my life lately. :)

I went to the DMC and saw Whitney! :) That's probably the top of my happiness. I went and worked on staff. I never thought that working could be fun, apparently it is. :) For real though, I had fun. We left notes at each other's doors. We waved at each other. We made everyone jealous with our incredibly large amount of inside jokes. It was fun, really fun. Mostly cause I got to see her. :)

I met some new friends at the DMC. Quite a few actually and I love them all. :) Even when they all laugh at me when... never mind. I won't have room to explain it all.

I went to the State Fair. I love fairs. No doubt about it.

We got a cute doggie. I told my dad I would always hate our dogs until we got some sort of terrier, well...I got home yesterday and guess what was sitting by the door, a cute little Boston Terrier. It's a stray, but still, I think it's adorable.

Anyway, I had to gush of my happiness that God gave me. I also needed to post. Badly. I'm sorry dear blog, for you have been neglected.

Peace out. ;)
Amanda. :)

Earthbound.

I found my favorite store the other day when I was shopping with some friends. It's called 
Earthbound/Romancing the Stone. http://www.earthboundtrading.com/ I love it.
 It's like imported/eco-friendly/AMAZING stuff. I loved it. 

When Sisters Become Best Friends.

I <3 my sisters.

I really do.

They're my best friends.
We hang out all the times,
take each other out on our birthdays and we go shopping,
tell each other their clothes are dumb.
we yell, and scream at each other then five minutes later we will be laughing at how stupid our fight was.
We laugh at each other/with each other/at others. Yah, we do.
We share secrets,
we have retarded inside jokes.
We share clothes and even horde our clothes sometimes.
Always make the other one do the most work. Or we try.
We find husbands for each other.
We fly down country roads listening and singing to Taylor Swift in Whit's little car.
We turn off the hot water heater when each other are in the shower. Hehe. (Ok, only I do that.) ;)
We do each other's make up.
We have Starbucks dates.
We go on lunch dates.
We really do love to act like idiots together.
We couldn't live without each other.
We couldn't laugh without each other.
Dang! We most definitely could NEVER stop loving each other.
They're the Best in the West. :)
We're best friends.

I <3 my sisters.

Now that you're totally jealous of my awesome sisters...don't be jealous, jealousy is a sin.

"A best friend is a gift to cherish forever.
It's a special bond that crosses the boundaries of time and distance.
Time passes, but a best friend is constant in a world of change....."

(If this one's blurry, I think I will shoot this computer.)

"....Like a fine wine or a vintage car, our friendship gets better with age.
Life may have it's ups and downs but our shared dreams continue.
I don't thank you enough.
I don't know where I'd be without my best friend."

And the other little squirt. 


I <3 my sisters.

Love, love, love. All you need is love.

So, I was having a hard time thinking of something to blog today and I remembered some picture thing I got a long time ago that was really retarded but I knew I could make it look awesome. 

Yah, ain't that ugly, corny, cheesy, stupid, hopeless, LAME, Goodwill worthy, and just plain nasty. ;)  So, I went to find it and I started humming the Beatles' song, "All You Need Is Love"

I had a brilliant idea, and this my friends is what I came up with. 

I sanded it down, took off those dumb corner things, painted it, wrote the lyrics to the whole song, "All You Need Is Love",  added some pictures, hallelujah the "We are blessed" is gone. This my friends is what came of it.

I thought it turned out stinking awesome. I LOVE it. I think it's so cool. I think my favorite part is how I made it look ten times better, or maybe it was all those other friendly faces on it that made it look ten times better. There's all us kids with our laughing smiles on the left. :)

Then below it is my dear Victoria. <3 <3 <3

Then above that is Whit, Ashley, and I with my Nana when we were little. <3 <3 <3

Below that is "my three little girls". ;) Caitlin, Emily, and Madison. The girls I babysit. <3 <3

Above that is Whit, Jess, Rach, Ashley and I. <3 <3 <3

So I put some of my favorite people on there and I think it will look quite adorable in my room. :) 

:D 

So, this is my love for the day.

<3 

Amanda

<3

Heloooooooo.........

Seriously dude. Comments are cool. Comments are awesome. I should get at least ten comments from my ten followers every post. I know you read it. I do. I had forty visitors yesterday! FORTY! I should have had at least TWENTY comments. :) So, please comment or move yourself along. ;) (just kidding) I would love a comment though. That would be nice, maybe boost my ego a bit. ;)

<3

Love Unconditional

Many people have no idea what true, unconditional love really is. Paul made an accurate description of love in 1 Corinthians 13:4-7, 13. : “Love is patient, love is kind. Love does not envy; is not boastful; is not conceited; does not act improperly; is not selfish; is not provoked; does not keep a record of wrong; finds no joy in unrighteousness, but rejoices in the truth, bears all things; believes all things, endures all things. Now these three remain: faith, hope, love. But the greatest of these is love.”     Christ showed unconditional love to anyone who wanted it. He spared his dignity and his pride for any old person that needed his help. The most spectacular account in history of unconditional love is also displayed by Jesus; He loved us when we mocked and scorned Him. He took our sin upon Himself so we could live eternally. His dignity was ripped away when he humbly walked up that hill and died on that cross...for us. I've never had anyone but Jesus, do anything so...amazing, selfless, kind, loving, inspiring, humble...the list goes on. “In Christianity, the term “Unconditional love” would be more accurately described as Christ’s forgiveness.”  We can show simple love by simply displaying acts of kindness, but, we will not truly show unconditional love until we study what Christ did, and why he did it.  Loving someone is also not judging them. Jesus did not judge the adulteress thrown at His feet by the Pharisees. He protected her, saved her life, he loved her.  The only way to truly grasp and define love is in one word, one name, one being: Jesus Christ.  

 2 Corinthians 13: 4-7, 13

Love is patient, love is kind. Love does not envy; is not boastful; is not conceited; does not act improperly; is not selfish; is not provoked; does not keep a record of wrong; finds no joy in unrighteousness, but rejoices in the truth, bears all things; believes all things, endures all things. Now these three remain: faith, hope, love. But the greatest of these is love.” 

Much love,

Amanda. :)

<3

See ya later.

Whit left today to be a leader for two months at a girl's discipleship program called EXCEL.  SO, I think I will miss her. A LOT. Anywho, when she went two years ago as a student, letters were the highlight of the day for her. She loves letters, she would love to get one form YOU! Don't be offended though if she doesn't write back, she's busy! BUSY BUSY! But she would love a little hi form you, and you, and YOU! And, one more thing, this may seem odd, but, she's not supposed to get letters from guys. Yah, it seems weird. Anywho, so, if you are a guy and wanna send a little hi, make your sis write a letter and you can just put a little note in. Sooo, here's her address, WRITE WRITE WRITE! Please. :)


Whitney Hall
1312 S. Ervay St.
Dallas, Tx 75215

Tough Love. ;)

People are always saying they show tough love, well, my Great Uncle defines tough love. First let me tell you about him. He's contrary, blunt, rude, generous, hates curly hair, hates it when people are skinny, loving, funny...all in one person, I bet you thought that wasn't possible. My word it is.

Example 1: To my aunt after she got a perm when she was about 15. "Toni! what'd ya go and do to your hair? Mop the floor with it?"

Example 2: To my mom when she was pregnant, "Well, looks like your gaining weight nicely, make sure you don't gain anymore or you might be considered fat."

before I go on, don't worry, he loves us, he just is extremely blunt, and we still adore him for it.

Example 3: To Whitney and I at our Grandpa's election part when he was elected County Judge, "Amanda, (he said loudly) you look like you are finally getting fat and gaining lots of weight, you better get in that food line and fill your plate before you lose your figure. By the way, what happened to your hair? It looks like you mopped the floor with bleach with your hair." "Whitney, did you just get your head out of the trash can?"

Example 4: Today my grandmother and I went to visit him in the hospital and I knew promptly he was still himself when we walk in said HIII and he just stared at me for a while then blurted out, "What's wrong with your hair? You just walk through a downpour? It's so rattttyyyy. Talk about RATS NEST!" So I told him I'd go home and brush it for him and he said, "Wouldn't do ya no good after all, it always looks that way."

TOLD YOU HE HATES CURLY HAIR! :) 

Anyways, love is tough. Cause I have this eighty year old uncle who loves me to death, yet always tells me I'm either fat or have ratty mop bucket hair. Wow, I never thought I would love some one so much that totally tells me I look like a bum. ;) It's become a funny highlight everytime we visit him, cause it seems like the comments get better and better, and Whitney and I always try to best each other with is comments. Btw, he loves Ashley, everything about her.

Example: "You sure do look perty Ashley with that hair that don't look like it's been in bed all day. Your lookin mighty fine"

I love tough love. 

Cowboy Love

So after we got home from the Cowboy's game, my little brother, John, would go around telling everyone he was gonna play football for the Cowboys. Ha. He says he "loves" Cowboys.


Most people do have their sports team they love, I love the Cowboys, I don't know everything about football, but I still love the Cowboys. I know a lot of diehard Cowboys fans, Longhorn fans, Aggie's fans, OU fans, Gator fans...you get the point. My youth pastor is DIE HARD OU. If you insult his Sooner's he will kick your butt. He named his dog Sooner. So obviously, he has a love.


I was thinking, what if we were that way about God, what if we were die hard Christians? What if we kicked butt everytime some one insulted our God? What if we were that die hard for God? what if we got out and tried convincing everyone that our God was the best? Our go was way better than their way? I think it could change a lot. I think it would blow some one away
if we were that sold out for God.


So my dear people, I'm not telling you to give up your beloved football. I'm watching the Cowboys score away as I type. Just, love God, as much as we love our football.
Go #9. ;)



Luke 10:27 
"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind'; and, 'Love your neighbor as yourself."

Beautiful love.

"Love is beautiful." That's what one of my dear friends told me one time. I was having a hard time forgiving some one that hurt me terribly. She told me this, "Amanda, love is beautiful, and this is why. The beautiful thing of love is, it covers all sin. Proverbs 10:12 says, 'Hatred stirs up anger, but love covers all sin.' Amanda, love covers all. Love is beautiful, because when you truly love some one you can ignore the pain and hurt they cause and keep on loving." I believe it now, that love is beautiful. That must be why I love it so much. I love beautiful things. Anywho, this is my "love share" for the day. ;)

Proverbs 10:12 "Hatred stirs up anger, but love covers all sin."

I love you.

I love, love. So I'm a hopeless romantic. Not the kind that cries in the movie when the couple you thought would never be together kisses. No, that's not me, I usually giggle at that point. I'm a hopeless romantic in the sense I'm a match maker. I love it when people get, engaged, get together....I just love it. I love, love basically. I also love when people show their love. Like helping people out or just being plain old kind and considerate. Like that song we used to sing when I was little. "Be kind and considerate, love one another..." and I can't remember the rest. Anywho, like I've stated about seventeen times. I love, love. :) So I'm doing a love challenge. For the rest of the month, I'm posting everyday something about love. Either something I drew, painted, learned, a quote, a story.... Please don't think me an idiot. :) I just love, love. Hehe. :)

And this post is pink, cause I think if love had a color, it would decide to be pink. Cause pink is..."lovely." hehe.

Admit you've thought it.

So I found this list of things on my friend's facebook. A list of things we've all thought but never seem funny till now.

Random Thoughts We've All Had

Nothing blows more than that moment during an argument when you
realize you're wrong.

Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're
going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to
be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the
direction from which you came, you have to first do something like
check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to
yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're
crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.

I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This
recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never
be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.

Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't
work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically
fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all
know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards
or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.

There is a great need for sarcasm font.

I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually
becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting
90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's
laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little
bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the
only one who really, really gets it.

How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.

Was learning cursive really necessary?

Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".

I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron
test is absolutely petrifying.

How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod
and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?

Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in'
examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete
idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and
said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"

What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?

While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and
instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.

I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the
shower first and THEN turn on the water.

Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty,
and you can wear them forever.

I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would
probably just be completely invisible.

Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go
around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly
nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be
a problem....

Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't
want to have to restart my collection.

There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are
going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me
if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I
swear I did not make any changes to.

"Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.

I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching
TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge
me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching
this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the
room. Will we still be friends after this?'

I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle,
then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...

As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers,
but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.

I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.

It really ticks me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.

I wonder if cops ever get mad at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw
they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words,
someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think
about it, and then estimate d that there must be at least four people
eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by
myself. There's nothing like being made to feel like a fat loser
before dinner.

I don't even care if you didn't find that funny. Just laugh! :)

"A laugh is a smile that bursts."

Mary H. Waldtrip

I believe I can fly!

I believe I can touch the sky! Ok, not really. I just feel like flying cause my blog looks SOOOO much better. No more embarrassment! Hallelujah! :) With the help of a few people...er, nevermind, no one helped me! I figured out all the things that went wrong! *clap clap* While scouring the globe for an elusive jackalope, I found the PERFECTO background. You may think it's little kiddie or something, but, it is exactly what I was looking for: fun, calm, laid back, not too computer generated looking, doesn't look like it was made in the paint program. I LOVE it! :) And I found it all by myself. Seriously guys, I'm proud of myself. Anywho, here's my new and improved blog! YAYYYYY! So, I'm going to try to blog the funniest or most interesting things from now on so you can comment to your heart's delight! (Your heart better delight in commenting or you get out right now) ;)

Talk about my blog looking perfect, I will leave you with this unmatching little blinkie thing.

So hasta la vista baby.

SUPER MESS!

Sorry for this super mess. I'm trying to redo my little blog. I'm having a bit of problems. I think I might hire a maid to clean it up. Or maybe just get one of my friends who are oh so smart in this area to HELP MEEEEEEE! :) So, sit back relax, and don't look at my blog! It's almost as embarrassing as a dirty house!

Dreamy list.

So, I saw this on a friend's blog. A dream list to be completed...so I wanted to do it so I can have a list and complete it of course. So I decided to blog it, cause then people would see it, so I would of course complete as to not look pathetic and unable to complete a simple list. So, sit back relax, and look over my list. Maybe this will inspire ya'll to create a list of your own. Some of my things will be small and seemingly insignificant, and some shall be large and seem to be hard...

1. Make the all-star team in basketball.

2. Be nicer and less blunt with things I say.

3. Go GreenER. :) http://vicsaysrecycle.blogspot.com <---my wonderful green friend. :) With the best tips on how to grow green! Wait a little while though! Her blog is JUST up and running!

4. Find joy in the smaller things.

5. Make myself like the color yellow. :)

6. Learn football.

7. Talk to God more! And MORE! And MORE!

8. Get 30 followers. Tell your friends of the AMAZING AMANDA'S blog!!!!! (That was lame, I know. Ok?)

9. This is a long one, but, I will try to spit it out briefly. Whitney and I were in a store the other day, they sale Bible's for a dollar each! WHOA! Yah, that was my reaction, well, it spurred an idea in my mind...what if, we raised $1,000 and bought 1,000 Bibles! To give to people without Bibles! Yes, I thought it up by myself, Whit loved the idea. I wanna do that. You are probably thinking at this moment....ummm, who the heck are you giving this money to. I'll blog on that later. :) Ok?

10. Make myself like dogs. Yes, this will be hard for me....I had tragic experiences in my young age.

11. Start running consistently, and not just to the car when I'm late going somewhere.

12. To truly be able to define joy. To be content in what ever I do or in whatever happens to me.

13. Collect five of these cute scarves that are now in style. (My dad thinks they're retarded cause people wear them in the summer.) :)

15. Love unconditionally and passionately.

16. Sing a solo. (I hate singing without some one else...makes me extremely nervoussss)

17. Finally mow the yard for the first time. I know, pathetic...I'm really pathetic. I have no idea how to even do it. I'm so pathetic.

18. Dunk a basketball. ;)

19. Learn to play either tennis or racquetball.

20. Win a ping pong game.

21. Finish all the things I have started painting.

22. Read a lit book without skipping chapters at a time.

23. Read through the whole Bible...(halfway there!)

24. Learn to like black coffee. I love coffee, just not black

25. Meet a celebrity.

26. Learn a song on the guitar.

27. Find my name on a road sign somewhere.

29. Go to Disneywoooorllllllddd!

30. Do a real cartwheel.

31. Save 20% of what I earn for six months.

32. Resist the almost unfightable urge to buy something expensive and put that amount of money towards a good cause.

33. Go to NYC.

34. Go to Major League baseball game and stay interested in the whole game. (Besides staying interested, I did it. But, who cares about staying interested. The all you can eat buffet was much better.)

35. Learn how to skateboard...without breaking the arm.

36. Go to the beach again with friends.

37. GO to Europe and visit Italy while I'm there.

38. Go kayaking again.

39. Learn to water-ski.

40. Learn another language.

41. Get a nannying job.

42. Buy an iTouch.

43. See Tim Hawkins live.

44. Learn a Jack Johnson or Jason Mraz song on the guitar.

45. Climb the side of a cliff again.

46. Work up the nerve to go bungee jumping.

47. Learn to play softball much better.

48. Get a fish and not kill it.

49. Make at least a B in Chemistry this year. (Dude, it's that hard to me.)

50. Make it to State with our basketball team again.

51. Go on a cruise.

52. Figure out how to put a music playlist on my blog.

53. Ride an elephant. :)

54. See the Northern Lights! I love Alaska...and I've never been there.

55. Read To Kill A Mockingbird.

56. Get a retainer to straighten my teeth. (I really do want it, I know...what an idiot thing to want...the dentist said it would work though)

57. Drive a dirt bike and NOT wreck. The last time I drove one ended in tragedy for my poor ankle and knee.

58. Adopt when I get married from Taiwan.

59. Get an iPhone instead of my LG Shine.

60. Plant some flowers that will actually grow cause the dog refrains from eating them. I think I should get my BB gun out from when I was eight.

61. Find out why people think Taylor Swift is so terrible, and why people think I look like Taylor Swift.

62. Learn the Moonwalk, all for Mikey-the guy that crushed on every girl at summer camp-who thought he was Micheal Jackson's brother.

63. Do something that will leave a legacy.

64. I want to go to Family Camp this year!!!!!!!! Even if it's only like three days.

65. Find something of value in a parking lot.

66. Get my room totally organized after having my sister move in with me.

67. Buy a Jack Johnson cd.

68. Go to another concert...I L-O-V-E CONCERTS!

69. Be in a wedding, and not just one of those whoever's that pass out mints or bubbles or birdseed. :)

70. Go on a missions trip.

71. Go to Mexico!

72. Go to Cali and see the beaches there.

73. Learn sign language and be able to fluently use it.

74. Call a friend I haven't talked to in forever.

75. Show some one Christ's love.

76. Do a handstand for 10 seconds.

77. Do 20 real deal pushups consecutively.

78. At least drive through all the fifty states.

79. Finish all my room projects.

80. Grow daisies.

81. Dance in the rain.

82. Keep my nails nicely painted for at least two weeks.

83. Learn how to Waltz better.

84. Win an award.

85. Make a break through with our dog, and him turning out liking me.

86. Successfully knee board.

87. Sleep outside on the trampoline. Completed-9-8-09. (The easiest one probably.)

You may ask...why only 87 things? Well, I would love to tell you I like the number 87 and I just wanted to do that but...no, my creativity went to the alligators and I couldn't think of anything else.

Cinderella Dressed in Yellow.

Today I feel like Cinderella dressed in yellow. Why, you may ask. I AM BEING A SLAVE! THAT'S WHY! Ha. Not really. I'm just really bored cleaning a bathroom right now. Not bored, sick and tired of scrubbing. BLAH! Ha. Since my paretns are still at teh hospital with the baby we have to get everything clean. BEFORE THEY GET HOME! :) Ooh, by the way. it's raining. I love rainy days. Anyways, we're all cleaning, and I'm probably cleaning the hardets. ;) Seeing as I'm blogging. Anyways, it's been fun these last few days with the parents gone, as naughty as that sounds. We love being home alone. Not that we do anything bad or party...or whatever bad kids do...we just have fun. :) Anywho, this was just a random post to pass the tiredness of cleaning away. So sorry if I bored you out of your skull. Just comment and pretend you like it! No choice. :)

Much love.

"Laugh a lot, and when you get older, all your wrinkles will be in the right place." :D

Little Joshua. :)

A

baby is God's opinion that

the world

should go on.

Carl Sandburg

My baby brother Joshua was born last night. He has so many tubes, wires...etc... on in this picture cause when he was born he was hardly breathing. My mom saishe saw him for less than a minute then the doctors whisked him away. He was put in ICU from about a minute after he was born and is still in there. He had oxygen, but he is off it now and breathing mostly normal! Praise God!

:) Prayers would be appreciated. :)

Off the sad note though, he is perfect. :) He of course has ten little fingers and ten little toes. He is the first Hall to have dark hair. We've all been Texan blondes. :) He most definitely looks like my daddy. How cute. :)

Now tell me that doesn't melt your heart. :) He's an absolute doll. he already has me wrapped around his finger.

Speaking of my daddy, He's a perfect daddy.

I love babies. :) They my my heart soar!