<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853</id><updated>2009-11-06T01:07:14.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-7816023724201014385</id><published>2009-11-05T20:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:07:29.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>times of old.</title><content type='html'>this past week I worked on cleaning out my closets...going through boxes that I'd just moved over the past 3 moves, not really knowing what was inside....but this week, I was determined to clean, get rid of things that had no use in my life anymore....&lt;br /&gt;I realized something, memories, whether good or bad, will always have a use in my life.  They make me remember where I came from, what I've been through, who held my hand along the way, who's hand I wanted to hold, what guy I had a crush on, what guy broke my heart, where I wanted to go, where I actually went.... they add up to me. simply that. &lt;br /&gt;it was good to reminisce.  to find old letters from dear friends I'd forgotten about.  to find old journals telling of fun times down in Chico.  to find pictures of all the shows I've been too.  to find old books that I can still remember lines from that impacted me.  this past week 2 friends from my past messaged me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.....and it was so wonderful to hear from them.  Steve and Alicia, I have missed your words in my life.&lt;br /&gt;times have changed since then. I have changed.  and I hope for the best.  I was thinking about that today while driving down Cypress..... I wonder what people think of me.  I hope that they feel the love that's in my heart.  I hope they see the good in me that I know God has put in me.  I hope that they don't think I'm selfish or close-minded.  I just hope they know I want to be known as someone that loves and someone that serves.&lt;br /&gt;love and serve.&lt;br /&gt;that's the call on my life. &lt;br /&gt;loves-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-7816023724201014385?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/7816023724201014385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=7816023724201014385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/7816023724201014385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/7816023724201014385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/11/times-of-old.html' title='times of old.'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-6770741169025955111</id><published>2009-10-29T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:00:59.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i lost myself along the way</title><content type='html'>*disclaimer*  these are my thoughts, feelings, ideas.  they are not yours, so keep that in mind.  I write to write, to get my thoughts down, not to get comments or to stir up arguments.  thank you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't blogged in a while.  I haven't done much in a while.  Seems this past year has really flown by. . . full of work and school, with a little bit of fun in between.  This is by no means a "pity post" but simply a "this-is-where-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;-at-post". &lt;br /&gt;Work has been stressful and trying 75% of the time and wonderful and exciting 25% of the time.  But I try to remind myself how blessed I am to have this job, regardless of how I feel about it.  God has provided a means for me to survive, to pay bills, to put food on the table, to pay for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;--- so the least I can do is be thankful. &lt;br /&gt;School has been...school.  I feel like I don't give it the time I really should, even though I pretty much am doing school related stuff online 6 out of 7 days a week.  It'll be 2 years this February that I've been doing the online school (and working full time)....it has been a challenge---but well worth it, I'll have my bachelors in February--so then I can decide what I want to do with my life after all...&lt;br /&gt;the combination of working full time and going to school has been really wearing on my soul lately.  I feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got lost along the way.  I feel like I've forgot how to have fun because I don't have much time for it anymore.  I feel like I don't have friends in my life like I used to, because I don't have time to pour into those friendships anymore.  I feel like my best friends are my husband, my sister, and my mom (and I am o.k. with that f.y.i.) .... but it just weird for me, since I used to be quite the social butterfly.  Maybe I am beginning the nesting phase of my life, where I am content to be at my own home with a good book and a cup of coffee, or sitting around the table eating yummy food with the people most important to me.  I don't know what it is...maybe I'm just getting older and now it's harder to relate to all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;youngins&lt;/span&gt;' in my life. &lt;br /&gt;i miss having a church family, but when i started thinking about it, I haven't had a church family in the past year or so.  While I was going to church, I didn't feel like I was part of it, or that I had a place there . . and i felt that was confirmed when after 3 months of absence this summer, no one had called me or checked to see how I was doing or what was going on in my life.  but all that to say... this has been a good season for me to sit back and just hang out with Jesus and remember what is important about my relationship with Him, and how sometimes that gets clouded by all the lights and music and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ambiance&lt;/span&gt; and agendas that exist in the church.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; reading Shane Claiborne's newest book "follow me to freedom" right now, and it's really created a longing for a leader in my life.  I am an independent person and know that I can take care of myself, and know that I have always had a strong relationship with Jesus and a desire to serve Him in every part of my life (and I'll always have that)....but sometimes I have questions, I have ideas, I have worries, I have doubts....and right now, i don't have anybody to ask, to share, to question.  So I have just simply been getting in the word, which I know is the best place for me to be anyway, but I just miss that banter back and forth between two people. &lt;br /&gt;I am ready to move.  simple as that.  the hardest part for me will be moving away from my family, but God has already began to cut my ties to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Redding&lt;/span&gt; I think.  I don't have the connection here like I used to, it has been a great place for me, and served it's purpose well, but I feel like if I stay here much longer, I will be living a mediocre life, never challenging myself, never trying out new things, never reaching for a new dream (or an old one), never getting out of the bubble.  I've tried for quite a while this past year to feel the excitement that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Redding&lt;/span&gt; has for so many people, and the passion that draws people here from all over the world, but it's just not for me anymore.  This is just what I'm feeling right now. . . amongst other things.  I'll be 28 in a little under a month and feel like I'm having to find myself again, figure out if who I am...is really who I am.  Figure out where I am finding my identity because right now, I'm not feeling it.  I feel like I'm almost be stifled, like my creative side, my passionate side, my vibrant side..... they're all just bubbling away on the stove, in a giant soup pot, with the lid sitting tightly on top. &lt;br /&gt;I need to start making time for myself again.  Time for me and Jesus.  I don't get very much of that these days, and I can feel myself starting to freak out because I don't know where I went.  I need to recharge....renew. I think this next year is going to be full of change. . . and I LOVE that thought.&lt;br /&gt;loves-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-6770741169025955111?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/6770741169025955111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=6770741169025955111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/6770741169025955111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/6770741169025955111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-lost-myself-along-way.html' title='i lost myself along the way'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-1210594197537476014</id><published>2009-06-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:16:44.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06.07.09 x 2</title><content type='html'>I have this dream of owning a bed and breakfast someday. and I hope it's a God-dream and not just an Amy dream.   I know that He gives us passions in our lives but sometimes we find things to be passionate about that are not what He has intended......&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tonight I was making some cookies and I felt this tug at my heart.... I am supposed to do this. Someday. God has placed compassion so heavily on my heart. He has put the desire in my heart to be a servant to all, not just my friends, not just my family. What better way than to have a B&amp;amp;B. . .imagine the people that I would get to serve.&lt;br /&gt;But then I started thinking.... maybe a B&amp;amp;B is too much, maybe a hostel. I want to have a place that people don't have to use their credit cards to stay there.  I want to have a big dining table that Jeremy and I and all of our guests can eat around.&lt;br /&gt;drink wine.&lt;br /&gt;break bread.&lt;br /&gt;play cards.&lt;br /&gt;live.&lt;br /&gt;and I want to have a garden. a big garden. and fruit trees. and I want to be able to cook delicious meals and treats from the harvest.  And I want to bless people with the abundance we are given. More than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;While I was mixing up the cookies. .. . . God spoke to me about so many things...I think I should make cookies more often.....&lt;br /&gt;so I have this old, wooden spoon that my mom gave to me when I was 19 and moved out on my own, since I had no cooking utensils, and she told me that every woman needs a good, wood spoon.  So this is my favorite spoon, ever.  One time my mom accidentally set it down on the hot burner and it charred the end of the spoon....so there is a chunk missing at the end.  I think it gives the spoon character.  . . Anyway, this spoon got me thinking about our society and how people don't take the time to mix things by hand anymore. &lt;br /&gt;We have Kitchen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aid's&lt;/span&gt; to do that. &lt;br /&gt;We have food processors to chop and blend our ingredients. &lt;br /&gt;We have microwave ovens to heat our leftovers. &lt;br /&gt;We have dishwashers to do our dishes.&lt;br /&gt;I wish we would just slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to get to know this life we are living.  In my abnormal psychology class we've been discussing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt; and how children are raised nowadays and how different it is than when we were kids.  Kids used to play out in the streets till dark and parents didn't worry.  Neighbors used to know each other well enough to go over and borrow a cup of sugar.  People waved at you when you drove by.  Nobody does that anymore.  But everybody want to have a community that looks like this...but they are too scared, too lazy, too uncommitted. People just expect that somebody else will do all the hard work and they can join in whenever it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; for them.  I got to share this with a coworker the other day.  It was great, she was telling me how she'd overdrawn her bank account and we didn't get paid for another week.  So I asked her how much she needed, and I knew Jeremy and I had enough, so I just wrote her a check.  Simple. And she was blown away.  Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; I do that?  So it was just wonderful to be able to share my heart with her. . because now we have this bond, this understanding.&lt;br /&gt;So moral of the story is.... God invented chocolate chip cookies.  He can speak to us at the most unexpected moments.  He can use things like old, wooden spoons to clear our vision.  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-1210594197537476014?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/1210594197537476014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=1210594197537476014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/1210594197537476014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/1210594197537476014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/06/060709-x-2.html' title='06.07.09 x 2'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-1765555191108508230</id><published>2009-06-07T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:48:15.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6.07.09</title><content type='html'>sometimes, I just like to write lists.&lt;br /&gt;no commitments.&lt;br /&gt;no plot.&lt;br /&gt;just lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) went to Juan and Julie's wedding last night down in Durham at this place... Gale vineyards, the wine wasn't spectacular, but the night was incredible. &lt;br /&gt;2) Dancing. it doesn't matter if you have good moves or how good you look, just get out on the floor.  such a release for me.&lt;br /&gt;3) I can't wait for the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BEP&lt;/span&gt; record to come out. don't judge me, you know you secretly like them too.&lt;br /&gt;4) I have an amazing life, although I feel it is so busy these days----it is incredible that I get to live this life and that I have these many options to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;5)  My husband is hilarious when he drinks a bit too much wine.  He talked the whole way home from Durham last night-I barely got 2 words in....hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;6)  This 80 degree weather is my favorite, by far.&lt;br /&gt;7)  This time next week, I will be on vacation.......amazing.&lt;br /&gt;8)  I am addicted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;craigslist&lt;/span&gt;, I seriously look at it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 3 times a day, and all different cities across the world, dreaming about places to live.&lt;br /&gt;9)  I will be really sad whenever it comes time to move out of this house, I love it here. so cozy, so homey, so..... wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;10)  two of my favorite people, Nancy and Evan, are moving to Boston this summer, and I couldn't be more excited for them but I like to be a bit selfish too, because I'm really going to miss them.&lt;br /&gt;11)  I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; make chocolate chip cookies tonight for the boys.... okay, and I'll most likely have a couple for myself...... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves you all. -a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-1765555191108508230?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/1765555191108508230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=1765555191108508230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/1765555191108508230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/1765555191108508230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/06/60709.html' title='6.07.09'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-5240662871143671547</id><published>2009-06-03T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:10:10.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6.3.09</title><content type='html'>So sorry for the silence.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; has sucked me in, but apparently writing "notes" is not the same as writing "blogs"... so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, &lt;a href="http://jeremycoverdale.blogspot.com"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/a&gt; and I celebrated 2 years of marriage! Crazy how fast the time goes, I know everyone says that, but really, it's amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my thoughts on marriage.... after 2 years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  It's so important that you marry your best friend, because the romantic feelings aren't enough sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You must support each other in every way----spiritually, mentally, emotionally, physically.... it's all necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Empower each other, daily, through words of encouragement, inspiring smiles, knowing glances....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It is important to keep selfishness out of your marriage, BUT each person must make time for themselves, and not feel bad for it (something I continually am working on...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  The small things you fight over are just that, small things, and really aren't worth the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  Have sex as much as possible.... sex really brings an intimate level that nothing else can... which is why God created sex, for marriage, to bring 2 humans to a whole different level of intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  As a married couple, give as much as possible, to your friends and family, because living in God's will as a married couple---there is nothing like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  Tell each other  how much you love them-always, and why, and don't use the same reason every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)  Give each other passionate kisses often, just to let each other know the flame is still burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)  Don't try to change the other person, they are who they are, and you married them for that, so why would you want them to be any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, that's it for now... I need to get ready for work... was hard getting out of bed this morning, Jeremy got me one of those memory foam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thingys&lt;/span&gt; to put on our bed-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; comfortable.  and for him, I am getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wilco&lt;/span&gt; tickets this Friday!! Can't wait!.   Jeremy is amazing, my best friend, the love of my life,  I feel SO blessed to have such an incredible person to share this life with.  I love you babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-5240662871143671547?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/5240662871143671547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=5240662871143671547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/5240662871143671547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/5240662871143671547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/06/6309.html' title='6.3.09'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-2814057137793407511</id><published>2009-04-19T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:42:43.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.19.2009</title><content type='html'>listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kristene&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mueller&lt;/span&gt; all night.&lt;br /&gt;she messes me up.&lt;br /&gt;God speaks through her music so clearly to me.&lt;br /&gt;it's like the words she wrote, were meant for me, just me, to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one line in particular... it kills me....&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want any other lover...."&lt;br /&gt;"all my devotion belongs to the Lord..."&lt;br /&gt;it's tough to say that.&lt;br /&gt;it's this weird struggle I always find myself in.&lt;br /&gt;all these longings, all these needs, all these desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; constantly looking to Jeremy to fill them all.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want any other lover---I just want Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;but then I remember....&lt;br /&gt;what I am here for.&lt;br /&gt;who my devotion belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;so it kills me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;tears, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's so my desire to live like God is all that matters to me...&lt;br /&gt;but I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe that's not what He intends?&lt;br /&gt;as a wife, Jeremy is up there, right after God...&lt;br /&gt;and so often it seems like the line blurs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take it all.... just give me Jesus..."&lt;br /&gt;can I live that?&lt;br /&gt;can I say that?&lt;br /&gt;hold true when God takes away?&lt;br /&gt;believe His love is sufficient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew..&lt;br /&gt;heavy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not bumming out. . .&lt;br /&gt;just getting out some words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-2814057137793407511?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/2814057137793407511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=2814057137793407511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/2814057137793407511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/2814057137793407511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/04/4192009.html' title='4.19.2009'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-2982575944979850170</id><published>2009-04-17T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:56:55.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.17.09</title><content type='html'>i guess i might be back to writing.&lt;br /&gt;my days have been so full, i feel like i owe it to myself to sit down and write.&lt;br /&gt;such a good release sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;seems like the days just get busier and busier. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not a huge fan of that.&lt;br /&gt;working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;writing and reading tons for school.&lt;br /&gt;still trying to unpack and organize our house.&lt;br /&gt;seems like any spare moment I have. . .&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sit.&lt;br /&gt;in silence.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so boring these days.&lt;br /&gt;lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spontaneity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lack of creativity.&lt;br /&gt;lack of. . .&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just going through the motions.&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; living on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;i want to live with purpose.&lt;br /&gt;with passion.&lt;br /&gt;right now all i do....&lt;br /&gt;wake up at 6:30...&lt;br /&gt;make a double espresso...&lt;br /&gt;do homework till 8...&lt;br /&gt;get ready for work..&lt;br /&gt;work from 9:30-6. .&lt;br /&gt;(work has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; these days too...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; exhausted at the end of the day).&lt;br /&gt;get home...&lt;br /&gt;cook dinner.&lt;br /&gt;do some more homework..&lt;br /&gt;do some laundry.&lt;br /&gt;shower.&lt;br /&gt;go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a phase. i know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just so over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God and I have been having some great conversations though lately. . . which is incredible.&lt;br /&gt;this morning started out in serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bummerville&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling all stressed...mad at Jeremy b/c they were loud boys in the hot tub till 1 in the morning. cranky because I slept all of 4 hours. feeling like I don't have any time. feeling like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not cutting it. then those feelings turned into anger that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; having to do it all. that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; the only one that cares...oh serious pity party, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;then it hit me. how the hell is my husband, my family, my friends supposed to fill the needs that only God can fill in my life. this is what happens when i screw up my priorities and get selfish with my life. others let me down because i put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;expectations&lt;/span&gt; on them. sucks. big time. so i put on John Marc McMillan this morning on my way to work because I was not going to have a crappy day. . . blared "how He loves" probably 3 times on repeat. . i sat in my car till the very last minute I had to go clock in, singing at the top of my lungs, eyes full to the brim with tears. . . "Oh how He loves us, Oh how He loves....So we are His portion and He is our pride, drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes, if grace is an ocean we're all sinking.....so heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss and my heart turns violently inside my chest...i don't have time to maintain these regrets these regrets when i think about the way....He loves us....."&lt;br /&gt;those words kept me going through a crazy day at work.  His strength was what sustained me today. i am drained. physically. emotionally. mentally. but joy prevails. I have so many reasons to be thankful. . . so many reasons to smile.....&lt;br /&gt;"How blessed we are, for crying now, that we will laugh someday at how.... blessed we are," -Mineral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-2982575944979850170?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/2982575944979850170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=2982575944979850170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/2982575944979850170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/2982575944979850170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/04/41709.html' title='4.17.09'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-1363401251632986975</id><published>2009-04-16T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:35:40.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04.16.09</title><content type='html'>i'm thinking about blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;thought the blog world might want to know.&lt;br /&gt;loves-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-1363401251632986975?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/1363401251632986975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=1363401251632986975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/1363401251632986975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/1363401251632986975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/04/041609.html' title='04.16.09'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-2787748123806733028</id><published>2009-02-19T23:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:26:34.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time...</title><content type='html'>hey friends......sorry for the absence... but i'm moved to Facebook. and i'm not into doing more than one social network at a time..takes up too much of my time... so if you're on facebook, find me. we can be friends. if not..... sadness.&lt;br /&gt;loves you all....&lt;br /&gt;-amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-2787748123806733028?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/2787748123806733028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=2787748123806733028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/2787748123806733028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/2787748123806733028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-time.html' title='long time...'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-2305206610676105551</id><published>2009-01-15T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:56:40.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.15.2009</title><content type='html'>jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;I have it.&lt;br /&gt;my sister just came by.&lt;br /&gt;with her new ride.&lt;br /&gt;her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;erich&lt;/span&gt; bought a......&lt;br /&gt;2003 Toyota Tundra.&lt;br /&gt;all black.&lt;br /&gt;murdered out as Jill puts it.&lt;br /&gt;jealous.&lt;br /&gt;not many of you know this about me&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a truck girl.&lt;br /&gt;not just any truck.&lt;br /&gt;it's gotta be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;toyota&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;this baby has got huge tires.&lt;br /&gt;a 3 inch lift...&lt;br /&gt;i have to use the oh sh*t handles to get in.&lt;br /&gt;love it.&lt;br /&gt;went for a quick drive&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jill&lt;/span&gt; drove of course, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; wait to ask for a drive.........&lt;br /&gt;till, tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;came home to my 97 Corolla and 98 Honda.&lt;br /&gt;at the humble life of driving sedans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, enough of me being jealous.&lt;br /&gt;...or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;they totally deserve this truck.&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll ask her to put me in their will...&lt;br /&gt;for the truck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-2305206610676105551?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/2305206610676105551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=2305206610676105551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/2305206610676105551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/2305206610676105551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/01/1152009.html' title='1.15.2009'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-7746433495130295648</id><published>2009-01-11T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:51:50.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.11.2009</title><content type='html'>a few things I've decided:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm not fancy, so I should stop trying on fancy clothes. just not me.&lt;br /&gt;2) I love wearing a t-shirt and jeans, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;girl.&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm really into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;high tops&lt;/span&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt; and i went out to the vans outlet today. got some sweet kicks.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.synthesis.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/vans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 245px;" src="http://blog.synthesis.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/vans.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; tried on fancy shoes, slouchy boots, trendy ballet flats..just can't do it. guess it's the tomboy in me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; tried all the new styles of shirts on; but always resort back to a v-neck or plain white t. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; tried on cropped jackets, stylish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;trench coats&lt;/span&gt;, and dressy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pea coats&lt;/span&gt;; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; rather wear a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; w/a blazer. i always admire (kinda jealously) the stylish girls I know, wishing I could dress like them, but well, I'm okay that I don't because it's just not me, and I like who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how you continue to deal with self-image issues no matter what age you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-7746433495130295648?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/7746433495130295648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=7746433495130295648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/7746433495130295648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/7746433495130295648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/01/1112009.html' title='1.11.2009'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-7466227262736985434</id><published>2009-01-10T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:01:35.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.10.2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.disneymike.com/blog/whole_chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 266px;" src="http://www.disneymike.com/blog/whole_chicken.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Jill and I were shopping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WinCo&lt;/span&gt; this afternoon (which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;INsane&lt;/span&gt; for some reason) and we were walking down an aisle when Jill pointed this out. . . um, gross! Seriously, a whole chicken in a can. already cooked. no need to refrigerate. does that gross you out? seriously people. i don't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weddings.theknot.com/weddingwebpage/9043515904155468/9043515904155468_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://weddings.theknot.com/weddingwebpage/9043515904155468/9043515904155468_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and I met up with our friends Kayla and Marcus at the Downtown Eatery last night (I love that place). It was a great night, we had incredible conversation with those two. We have the pleasure of shooting their wedding this April, I'm super excited-I think it's going to be a super fun wedding, because well, Kayla and Marcus are super fun. Kayla and I have been friends for.... what 12 years or so? (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whaddaya&lt;/span&gt; think Kayla-since I know you're reading my blog, you little blog stalker! :) I absolutely love picking up the pieces of old friendships like nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that's all for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;loves you all.&lt;br /&gt;-a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. how amazing was the weather today? seriously-i wore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flipflops&lt;/span&gt;, jeans, and a t-shirt. amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-7466227262736985434?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/7466227262736985434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=7466227262736985434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/7466227262736985434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/7466227262736985434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/01/1102009.html' title='1.10.2009'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-5672004737316570897</id><published>2009-01-08T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:26:23.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.08.2009</title><content type='html'>two things I love right now:&lt;br /&gt;1) my new flatiron. seriously. i love my hair right now.&lt;br /&gt;2) my new striped sweater. i love target.&lt;br /&gt;(okay-i guess that was 4 things...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two things I hate right now:&lt;br /&gt;1) my slightly congested head. i hate feeling the sickness begin.&lt;br /&gt;2) my honey isn't here. late late tonight I'll see him. *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school started up again for me this week. and man on man am I having a hard time getting back into the groove. 1 more year. I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been thinking I want to join a gym again. sick of the married weight I've put on over the last year and a half. but do I really want to pay 20 bucks a month when I could just get my lazy ass in gear and go running. think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go buy some new workout pants (since I only have shorts and it's freezing outside) and hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; inspire me. I love walking downtown where we live, so why wouldn't I love running around here. plus, since I'd be seeing people all the time-I'd have to run the whole time...when I used to "run" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, I would walk for a while until I saw someone, and then I'd start running again so they wouldn't think I was lame...totally a mental thing. . .&lt;br /&gt;took an hour nap today when I got home from work...so so nice. i love love naps.&lt;br /&gt;well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to heat up some leftovers for dinner... eat a piece of cake that Jeremy brought home for me last night..and watch the new Grey's Anatomy. How lame that the Office is a rerun tonight. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;loves you all.&lt;br /&gt;-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-5672004737316570897?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/5672004737316570897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=5672004737316570897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/5672004737316570897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/5672004737316570897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/01/1082009.html' title='1.08.2009'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-8068052049302226872</id><published>2009-01-06T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:40:53.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.6.2009</title><content type='html'>my parents just dropped by for a few.&lt;br /&gt;made them triple americanos.&lt;br /&gt;was baking chocolate chip cookies too.&lt;br /&gt;my dad says...&lt;br /&gt;"amy, you're so efficient in the kitchen.."&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;such a funny little complement&lt;br /&gt;but man-oh-man did it make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;i love that feeling you get when you realize...&lt;br /&gt;someone close to you is proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'twas a beautiful day today...&lt;br /&gt;i love redding in the 60's.&lt;br /&gt;ah..........&lt;br /&gt;should've gone for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weird with Jeremy being back to "work"..&lt;br /&gt;i've gotten used to him being home all the time..&lt;br /&gt;wishing for some quiet, amy time..&lt;br /&gt;now I can't wait for him to come home.&lt;br /&gt;goodness, i love him like-whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok kids.&lt;br /&gt;time to get ready for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;heading over to the Harrison's.&lt;br /&gt;2 of my favorite people, ever.&lt;br /&gt;taking cookies and limoncello.&lt;br /&gt;kelly's making lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;oh snap.&lt;br /&gt;this will be a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-8068052049302226872?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/8068052049302226872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=8068052049302226872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/8068052049302226872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/8068052049302226872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/01/162009.html' title='1.6.2009'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-7030739618986134003</id><published>2009-01-05T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:14:10.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.5.2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.allrecipes.com/site/allrecipes/area/community/userphoto/small/96082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://images.allrecipes.com/site/allrecipes/area/community/userphoto/small/96082.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;i just made homemade butter.&lt;br /&gt;just call me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;betty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crocker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i feel pretty darn domestic right now.&lt;br /&gt;been listening to the new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kanye&lt;/span&gt; all day.&lt;br /&gt;anyone want to dance with me?&lt;br /&gt;'cos that's what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been doing all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;just call me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bumpin&lt;/span&gt;' bad ass butter maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;feeling a little silly at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;silly enough to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WinCo&lt;/span&gt;?...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hhmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it IS the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of the month.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;oh Trader &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Joes&lt;/span&gt;, when will you come?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;making Coconut Chicken Curry tonight.&lt;br /&gt;((((((((yum))))))))&lt;br /&gt;it's one of my favorite things to make...&lt;br /&gt;and to eat.&lt;br /&gt;loves you all.&lt;br /&gt;-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-7030739618986134003?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/7030739618986134003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=7030739618986134003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/7030739618986134003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/7030739618986134003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/01/152009.html' title='1.5.2009'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-4449738101573930097</id><published>2009-01-04T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:01:34.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.4.2009</title><content type='html'>geez.. I haven't blogged in forever. Guess nobody missed me though, eh? sheesh.........&lt;br /&gt;so... 2009. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a good year so far. really good.&lt;br /&gt;went up to Ashland with Nancy and Evan this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;dinner at the Standing Stone.&lt;br /&gt;drinks at the Black Sheep and the Siskyou Pub.&lt;br /&gt;snow falling on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;cozy sleeping at the Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;oh how I love Ashland.&lt;br /&gt;especially with friends.&lt;br /&gt;jeremy got some great pictures of us being ridiculous..&lt;br /&gt;maybe he'll post them someday.&lt;br /&gt;i bought 2 exciting things today.&lt;br /&gt;a new down alternative comforter for Jeremy and I&lt;br /&gt;and the new Kanye West album(808&amp;amp;Heartbreak) for me.&lt;br /&gt;don't judge me. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching food network right now...&lt;br /&gt;getting inspired to cook again,&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to have a dining table that we can actually sit around.&lt;br /&gt;i love our place here but that's my one bummer&lt;br /&gt;a lack of kitchen space.&lt;br /&gt;someday.&lt;br /&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i promise that i'll blog more in the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;loves you all.&lt;br /&gt;-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-4449738101573930097?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/4449738101573930097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=4449738101573930097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/4449738101573930097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/4449738101573930097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2009/01/142009.html' title='1.4.2009'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-9222349796431710203</id><published>2008-12-07T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:24:02.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.07.08</title><content type='html'>100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; post. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt;, i should celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sigur&lt;/span&gt; Ros is on the stereo-totally fitting..&lt;br /&gt;Ara &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Batur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrecks me every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day back to work after 10 days off. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;can't I just stay at home and get paid.....:)&lt;br /&gt;time for a little nap&lt;br /&gt;sleep was minimal last night&lt;br /&gt;and the fogginess is just begging me to nap.&lt;br /&gt;then I'll brew a french press&lt;br /&gt;make some chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;go grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;and off to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw an old drunk man get tackled by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;RPD&lt;/span&gt; at the Squire Room last night&lt;br /&gt;what a weird thing to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to get into the Word every day again . . . here's what hit me this a.m............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pursue peace with all people, and holiness, without which no one will see the Lord…&lt;/strong&gt;Hebrews 12:14&lt;/p&gt; word.&lt;br /&gt;loves-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-9222349796431710203?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/9222349796431710203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=9222349796431710203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/9222349796431710203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/9222349796431710203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2008/12/120708.html' title='12.07.08'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-5983618588472094797</id><published>2008-12-06T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:17:52.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.6.08</title><content type='html'>okay, I'm ready for Christmas now... Last night helped me get more in the holiday cheer. We went down to the Christmas tree lighting with some friends, went to the Downtown Eatery for some warmth and cheer...and then watched A Christmas Story back at our place. a great night with great friends.&lt;br /&gt;it's crazy all the talk going on about gift giving this Christmas. And my biggest desire is that people would feel this way all year long. Stop spending ridiculous amounts of money going out for coffee with friends every day, instead, invite them into your home and brew a pot of coffee. Do the the math yourself. How much do you spend on coffee when you go out... versus a 1lb bag of coffee? I think I read somewhere once that a bag of coffee yields 45 8 oz. cups of coffee. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hhmm&lt;/span&gt;,..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not trying to make you feel like crap, just trying to make you think. And think of how much money you spent on that new Rob Bell book just because you had to have it now, and you couldn't wait to borrow it from someone or check it out form the library (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; totally talking to myself here)........... it's just crazy how much we spend spend spend because we have to have it.......NOW. ugh. Its bittersweet for me whenever I get rolling on this because it seems like it's such a big thing to tackle and that it's never going to change...but I just have to remember the influence I can have on people just by living my life the way God has called me to. And living with the posture of worship every day----with all that it entails. So I agree with the Advent Conspiracy in what they're about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Worship Fully]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Spend Less]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Give More]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Love All]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but can't we do this all year? isn't that we're about? i urge you to start praying more for this to become your lifestyle, not just a trend you latch onto for one month out of the year. . . .&lt;br /&gt;okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; get off my soapbox now.&lt;br /&gt;and don't get me wrong-if you're one of the ones that Advent Conspiracy made you feel like crap on how much we spend and that you're going to change your spending habits this Christmas...because that's awesome, but don't do it out of guilt-do it out of the love and honor that God has called us to live out here on earth. And don't do it just this month....&lt;br /&gt;loves-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-5983618588472094797?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/5983618588472094797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=5983618588472094797&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/5983618588472094797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/5983618588472094797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2008/12/12608.html' title='12.6.08'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-8473500159763492226</id><published>2008-12-05T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:13:31.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.05.08</title><content type='html'>2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Thanksgiving was incredible. Even better than our first Thanksgiving this year! The turkey turned out SO moist and tasty, the stuffing was a hit, and the mulled wine was sweet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt;.  All the food people brought was delicious actually. We had TONS of dessert to feast upon. Great time sitting around with friends. Thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jonesy&lt;/span&gt; for letting us use the house-it was awesome. If I ever owned a house that big, I'd always have people over for dinner-actually they could live there too! :) it'd be way too lonely with just Jeremy and I! What a way to finish up our life group for the year, I'm SO thankful for all of the new friendships I've made-and for deepening the other ones. So now that I know I can cook a turkey-I'm stoked, I'm ready to tackle anything in the kitchen! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kristena&lt;/span&gt; was telling me I should host a cooking club/life group this next year..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hhmm&lt;/span&gt;, might be something to think about. . . .&lt;br /&gt;it's a beautiful day out...wonder if it is ever going to rain. I love this weather..but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having a hard time getting into the holiday spirit without the cold, rainy weather. This year is going to be very simple for Team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Coverdale&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm super stoked about that. Yea, it's nice to get presents and give them too-but it's totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt;. We have enough.&lt;br /&gt;so I went to the dermatologist a few weeks ago... because ever since I've been off birth control my skin has got pretty crappy (and no, just because I'm not on birth control, Jeremy and I are not trying to get pregnant-let me stifle that rumor before it starts! :) . . . I got super frustrated/and still am at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. I just wish SO bad that health insurance would cover me going to a holistic doctor&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Just someone that actually wants to cure my skin problem internally in a healthy way. Not give me 2 antibiotics and a topical cream that warns you of all these side affects and harm that could be caused to the baby if we were to get pregnant. ugh. I'm trying so hard to be healthy with what I put in my body and I have never been one for antibiotics because I know how bad they are for your body and how susceptible they leave you to catch anything. I've done a few cleanses that have helped but I think I'm really going to get serious about curing my skin problems in an all-natural way.  The medicine the doc put me on has caused my neck and eyes to get red patches that itch and burn...lame. I'm over it. Just sucks that I dropped 200 bucks almost to go see a guy that really didn't care about me, but just about giving me a prescription. So I've been reading up on &lt;a href="http://www.earthclinic.com"&gt;earth clinic&lt;/a&gt; and reading a book on sugar about all these things I can do to better myself. I'm excited about it..Jeremy probably not so much:) He hates it when I go on these crazy healthy phases..but I'm really going to try to make this my lifestyle-not just a phase. I'm pretty sure this means giving up beer and alcohol which ultimately is not a big deal I guess. I'll just have my healthy, one cup of red wine when I feel the need to indulge:)&lt;br /&gt;anyway..whew. that was probably a gigantic paragraph that you really didn't care about reading..but that's what's going on in my life...and really the only frustrating thing in my life right now..&lt;br /&gt;we're heading down to the Christmas tree lighting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jonsey&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shelbs&lt;/span&gt; and maybe the Harrison's tonight-will be wonderful. Some of my most favorite people. anyway..loves you all-a......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-8473500159763492226?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/8473500159763492226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=8473500159763492226&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/8473500159763492226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/8473500159763492226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2008/12/120508.html' title='12.05.08'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-1263407419288347288</id><published>2008-12-04T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:16:40.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.04.08</title><content type='html'>Happy 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Thanksgiving!!&lt;br /&gt;Just got my turkey on the BBQ about an hour ago... my first ever turkey. Kind of exciting. Quite the experience trying to handle a 23lb. bird. My sis came over and helped me with the awkwardness. Got the neck and the giblets out no problem... the dang bird barely fit in my roasting pan.... anyway, just got some old fashioned gingerbread put in the oven, our house will be smelling lovely in a bit. And no, not gingerbread cookies-actual gingerbread. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dElish&lt;/span&gt;. Next will be the Sourdough Stuffing with Pear and Turkey Sausage...yum. it's my mom's recipe and SO good. I'm not a stuffing in the turkey kinda girl-gets a little to mushy for my liking...so hopefully everyone else won't mind:).... Then I'll get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gluewhein&lt;/span&gt; going..what's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gluewhein&lt;/span&gt; you ask? A delicious warm, spicy, mulled wine pretty much. I'm pretty excited about tonight. Going to be great sitting around with friends, filling our bellies, laughing, playing games.. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;So Jeremy and I got a new ride.... pretty sweet. Affordable. WAY nicer than the Jeep....&lt;br /&gt;This is what we wanted to get.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.automotive.com/f/crossovers/2008-scion-xb-still-the-most-stylish-box-around/6381824+w630+cr1+re0+ar1/2008-scion-xb-front-leftjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 534px; height: 356px;" src="http://image.automotive.com/f/crossovers/2008-scion-xb-still-the-most-stylish-box-around/6381824+w630+cr1+re0+ar1/2008-scion-xb-front-leftjpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pretty sweet, eh?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but we got a 1997 Toyota Corolla instead. Bought it from my parents. Not exactly what we wanted but exactly what we needed. it's kinda weird driving it b/c it was the car I drove when I first got my license before I got my 1971 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VW&lt;/span&gt;.  Brings back good memories.  Jeremy is installing some speakers right now-the other ones...not so good..And my wonderful musician of a husband would not have it. . . anyway-God totally blessed us with this. I really feel like He's been blessing us in a ton of ways lately. It's incredible.&lt;br /&gt;well friends... must go tend to my baking/cooking. Hope all is well. Don't forget about the Christmas Tree Lighting on Friday night and the parade on Saturday.  Team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Coverdale&lt;/span&gt; will be there.. ah-the beauty of living Downtown, no more fighting the crowds parking. beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;loves-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-1263407419288347288?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/1263407419288347288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=1263407419288347288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/1263407419288347288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/1263407419288347288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2008/12/120408.html' title='12.04.08'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-3019556549612211889</id><published>2008-12-01T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:25:40.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.01.08</title><content type='html'>i know i know..it's been a few days since I blogged... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been on vacation. sorry... this is going to be quick though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;discovered&lt;/span&gt; the most painful thing ever (well, I heard childbirth is pretty painful..but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; yet to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; that..)...try hot bacon grease in your eye. oh yes. it happened to me this morning. popped right into my open eyeball. damn that bacon. so good it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;spent almost 8 hours today clearing brush, cutting down trees, building a HUGE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bon&lt;/span&gt; fire, raking, scooping... all on a massive hillside of one of my parent's friends. single mom, with no help keeping up her acres of high desert hillside. the aching shoulders and back...totally worth it. I just don't know if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be able to lift my shoulders high enough to drive home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;okay..that's all for now. I've got a game of Rummy 5000 awaiting. I've became quite the card shark again over the past few days. this will be the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; night of cards in a row. love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking about wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt; goggles the next time I cook bacon. 27 doesn't feel any different than 26. but I think birthdays aren't as eventful as time goes on.  2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; thanksgiving this week-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;whoohoo&lt;/span&gt;!! oh yes-and the Christmas parade this weekend. oh it's going to be a great week.........love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-3019556549612211889?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/3019556549612211889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=3019556549612211889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/3019556549612211889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/3019556549612211889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2008/12/120108.html' title='12.01.08'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-2445358438451075243</id><published>2008-11-16T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:24:36.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.16.08 x 2</title><content type='html'>i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;seems like Jeremy and I have been on the go...like whoa these days.&lt;br /&gt;i know he's tired&lt;br /&gt;pulled an all-nighter with Juan working on a sweet design.&lt;br /&gt;so i pretty much pulled an all-nighter as well.&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep when Jeremy's not home.&lt;br /&gt;just doesn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;plus i always play the worried-mother card..&lt;br /&gt;you know-worried that he got in a car accident on the way home...&lt;br /&gt;i hate those feelings.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully soon..&lt;br /&gt;when we get a little bit of money&lt;br /&gt;we can go away on a little trip&lt;br /&gt;to relax.&lt;br /&gt;maybe over to the coast&lt;br /&gt;or up to ashland.&lt;br /&gt;i have lots to blog about...&lt;br /&gt;but like i said...&lt;br /&gt;i'm exhausted..&lt;br /&gt;mentally and physically..&lt;br /&gt;not a good combination when i'm trying to work on a paper.&lt;br /&gt;only 700 words...&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;peace-loves-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-2445358438451075243?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/2445358438451075243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=2445358438451075243&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/2445358438451075243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/2445358438451075243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2008/11/111608-x-2.html' title='11.16.08 x 2'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-3836506504984108964</id><published>2008-11-16T14:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:43:14.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.16.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somebody asked what my haircut looks like....&lt;br /&gt;a bit like this........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6_OmFNIMXc/SSChvcTlrHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/T1m_O5LDU7c/s1600-h/haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6_OmFNIMXc/SSChvcTlrHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/T1m_O5LDU7c/s320/haircut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269389400447757426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;k bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-3836506504984108964?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/3836506504984108964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=3836506504984108964&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/3836506504984108964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/3836506504984108964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2008/11/111608.html' title='11.16.08'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6_OmFNIMXc/SSChvcTlrHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/T1m_O5LDU7c/s72-c/haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-9010072827669580469</id><published>2008-11-14T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:42:24.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.14.08</title><content type='html'>3 things I'm excited about......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) having short hair again.&lt;br /&gt;2) second Thanksgiving with friends&lt;br /&gt;3) a homemade Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I decided to cut my hair. Think I cut like 4-5 inches off..so it's not short-short like miss &lt;a href="http://lovedsodeep.blogspot.com"&gt;Hannah's&lt;/a&gt; that looks absolutely stunning.. . but I like it. I think I'm more of a short-er hair person. Long hair is great.... just not for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Thanksgiving. I think credit belongs to Jacob, Joel, and Riley on who began it (although I'm not sure who originated it:)....Anyway-the whole idea is getting together with friends the week after Thanksgiving and having the big old delicious meal-all over again and just being thankful for those who we surround ourselves with.  So, we're inviting our life group...plus a few more up to Jonesy's house for a big shindig..it's going to be great. I think I might cook the turkey-which I've never done before.... SO, I'm a bit nervous about that..but I'm sure I'll do just fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third...a homemade Christmas. So Jeremy and I are pretty much going to be broke as a joke this Christmas; but I'm actually quite glad about it.  I think people spend WAY too much on presents that we don't really need. We don't. There are plenty of people out there that need-we don't.  Anyway, SO I'm planning on making a couple different jams &amp;amp; jellies, jars full of oatmeal goodness and cookie jars (you know how you make the mix and layer it all pretty in a jar), and I think probably some homemade Limoncello and Irish Cream. So yes, excited about that. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves you all.-a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-9010072827669580469?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/9010072827669580469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=9010072827669580469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/9010072827669580469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/9010072827669580469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2008/11/111408.html' title='11.14.08'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864037507973613853.post-1216243182852864671</id><published>2008-11-11T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:55:21.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.11.08</title><content type='html'>the enemy has been defeated.&lt;br /&gt;a girl I know is pregnant but nobody else knows. not even the guy involved (or lack thereof). and i don't even think she knows I know. but I've been praying for her and the baby ever since i found out.&lt;br /&gt;she was on her way to get an abortion...boom.&lt;br /&gt;change of heart.&lt;br /&gt;the baby happily grows inside her belly.&lt;br /&gt;beat that Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the enemy has been defeated..and death couldn't hold You down...we're gonna life our voice in victory..we're gonna make Your praises loud..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in our house----------believe it.&lt;br /&gt;God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; moving.... like whoa--------experience it.&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; good-------know it.&lt;br /&gt;God first-------------------------live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sees this girl and this baby as beautiful----as His children. He loves them just as much as He loves you or I. Why shouldn't I act the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864037507973613853-1216243182852864671?l=thecoverdales.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/feeds/1216243182852864671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864037507973613853&amp;postID=1216243182852864671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/1216243182852864671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864037507973613853/posts/default/1216243182852864671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecoverdales.blogspot.com/2008/11/111108.html' title='11.11.08'/><author><name>amy coverdale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06118217005484682232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07176584362857891800'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>