<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:27:20.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatev</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-7863167984329355863</id><published>2009-06-15T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:01:03.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Proposal is Blogworthy</title><content type='html'>So, Trent and I are engaged. This is MY version and thought processes of the events that led up to our engagement. I'll let him tell you the real "behind the scenes" story of what really took place without me knowing. Let me crack my knuckles and begin typing out the events that led up to the best night of my life. (I hope you are sitting comfortably and don't have anywhere to be for awhile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started Friday night. Trent and I decided to do one of our greatest "Trent and Abby" things to do: drive around to anywhere and everywhere in his truck. It's a special treat for us to take his truck because we get to sit up higher (as opposed to his Saturn) so we can enjoy the scenery and each other's company. We started in Nappanee, headed to Elkhart, went through Mishawaka, and ended up at his house. (I thought) he felt bad about us not going out to eat or anything on a Friday night so he said, "Hey, why don't we just go out to eat Sunday night, since you don't have to work." That sounded good to me, a nice little date with my boyfriend on a Sunday night. I thought we would go to Logan's or something and didn't really think much more about it. Until Sunday morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 9am to get a major load of spanish homework done for the week. I knew I would have a lot of time because Trent told me on Saturday that him and his dad and brother were going golfing at around noon and were playing 18 holes. This meant that it would take them about 4 hours to finish golfing. I was glad, it gave me time to finish my spanish homework. As I sat in my pajamas at the dining room table with sheets of spanish words spread out around me, I received a phone call from Trent at about 11:30am. He called to say that they were headed out to the golf course and mentioned something about our dinner date. He suggested that we went to a place in Syracuse called The Frog, "a nice italian restaurant" he said. He said he heard Mary and Jerry (a couple from our church who live on Lake Wawasee) talking about it and it sounded nice. I said, "aw man, a nice restaurant? That means I actually have to take a shower and not just wear my hair in a ponytail." He laughed and said, "Nope, you gotta shower." I agreed, he said he had to go, and we said our goodbyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the conversation, I was very curious why we were going to a nice restaurant on a random Sunday night, something not typical at all for us. Then my thoughts and heart began to race. Could this be the night?! Is he taking me to a nice restaurant on the lake to propose to me?! I couldn't contain my excitement and texted my mom with "Trent's taking me to a nice restaurant in syracuse. this could be the night!" she texted back with, "let's hope so!" haha! Then, about a half hour later, my sister came home and when she walked in the door I said, "Well, I might be getting engaged tonight." haha! Then I proceeded to tell her what Trent told me on the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole afternoon I debated with myself about what was going to happen that night. Were we or weren't we?? Ben called me at about 4pm and said he was home from Purdue and was coming over to return my car to me. I thought, "he's back kinda early", but it was a momentary passing thought and didn't think more of it. He came over and I was hesitant to tell him about Trent and I going out to dinner. I didn't want to lead on that I suspected something because I already knew Ben knew what Trent was planning. I didn't say a word and Ben left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trent got done golfing and picked me up at about 5:45pm. On the way to the lake, I noticed that Trent was awfully chatty. His mouth was running a mile a minute! But, sometimes that happens to him when we've haven't spent much time together. So, I didn't think too much of it except in the back of my mind thinking, "he might be nervous about tonight." I tried so hard not to get my hopes up because I would've been a little upset if it didn't happen that night. So I tried to remain calm and just think of it as a date night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to Syracuse and I saw the parking lot to the restaurant. However, we drove past it and he turned down one of the lake roads. He said, "Oh crap, I took a wrong turn, I need to turn around in someone's driveway." So he pulled up to someone's driveway and said with an enormous grin, "Hey! This is Mary and Jerry's house!" As I was saying, "Trent, hurry up and turn around so these people don't see us in their driveway," he parked the truck and proceeded to open the door to get out. This was the moment that solidified my suspicions: we are definetely getting engaged tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in shock and slowing got out of the truck, absolutely dumbfounded. I'm pretty sure I looked totally stunned when Mary greeted us at her door with a "Hey! I didn't expect to see you two here!" I smiled like a confused fool as we walked through their house to see Jerry sitting on the back porch. Jerry greeted us and Trent asked with a huge smile, "Hey do you think we could borrow your boat for the night?" Jerry replied, "Sure go ahead!" Then Trent led me to their pontoon, I sat down, still in shock and very confused. I noticed a table set up on the boat but didn't think anything of it because Mary said, "Sorry about the table, it's still there from boat church this morning." Trent steered the boat out of the channel and we were off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were speeding down the lake, so many thoughts were running through my mind. Where are we going? Is he taking me to a restaurant by the lake? But why would we need to drive a boat to get there? I turned around to my smiling-like-a-fool boyfriend and simply said "Trickery!" We arrived at our destination between two docks and we plopped down the anchors. Once again, I was confused. Are we getting off the boat and eating in that gazebo over there? Is that amazing house over there a restaurant? Are we eating at all cuz I'm starving! Oh geez, we better get to eat. So I asked, "Are we eating?" about 5 times and Trent finally said that we were. We sat around on the anchored pontoon for a few minutes and watched boats drive by. I asked with a curious grin, "So, are we waiting on something?" He smiled back and lied, "I don't know." It started to get hot so I rolled up my pants, sat down on the side of the boat, and stuck my feet in the water. Trent thought it was a good idea so he sat down next to me and he took some pictures of our feet in the water. Not long after Trent suddenly stood up and said, "Hey, who's on that speed boat over there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347792798916337522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjctN3_M33I/AAAAAAAAAIk/0I4LY66AAQE/s400/IMG_1458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hesitated because I knew another surprise was on the way but eventually stood up to see Jerry driving the speed boat with Ben and Todd surprisingly on there as well. They were dressed up particularly well in black pants, white dress shirts, and black ties. I flashed a huge smile, I knew they had the food. Again, the moment Ben and Todd stepped onto our boat and Jerry drove away, I knew we were going to be eating dinner on our boat and Ben and Todd were our servers. However, I still didn't know when the questions was going to be asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347793998646800210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjcuTtVO71I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-c3wqAuvMhE/s400/IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't take long because as Todd was setting the table and pouring the white grape juice, Trent layed down a linen napkin before me that was embroidered with pink lettering that said, "Abby Miller, will you marry me?" The ring was tied to a pink ribbon sewn onto the napkin. He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I said yes of course and the tears started to swell in my eyes. I was shocked at how emotional I got because I had been expecting him to propose ever since we picked out the ring a week after school ended. So, I said yes, we kissed and hugged, Ben took TONS of pictures, and we finally got to eat! It was absolutely perfect. I had no idea Trent would be so creative and propose to me on a boat! I thought for sure that he would propose on the 4th of July, but was wrong, and glad I was wrong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347794750898067650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/Sjcu_fr6WMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/k81ivHzBGsU/s400/IMG_1531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trent did such an amazing job but I know (from the conversation on the ride home) that he had a lot of help. His mom and dad made the food and helped him plan the engagement, hide the ring, and keep things under wraps. Ben and Todd did their parts making sure every detail was carried out as Trent had planned and keeping me out of "the know." And Phyllis was delighted to do her part and embroidered the napkins for Trent. Thank you all so much for making this truly the best night of my life. It was PERFECT. I love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347796627033229042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/Sjcwss1ZBvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/m3vtwnrm51k/s400/IMG_1485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, time to go, we've got a wedding to plan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-7863167984329355863?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/7863167984329355863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=7863167984329355863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7863167984329355863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7863167984329355863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2009/06/proposal-is-blogworthy.html' title='A Proposal is Blogworthy'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjctN3_M33I/AAAAAAAAAIk/0I4LY66AAQE/s72-c/IMG_1458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-5799864866835682468</id><published>2009-04-21T13:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:26:44.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just......Vile.</title><content type='html'>As you probably have already noticed, I have really been slacking on the blogging. But really, nothing much is going on other than school, work, and church. And everybody (I think) who reads my blog already sees me regularly so they already know what's going on, therefore, why write it down?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I cannot live my life any longer without telling you about the horrific thing that happened to me today. This morning, around 8:00am, I sat down in the computer lab at school for my 8:30 stats class, second row, second computer in. I was the first one there so I logged on to the computer and checked my email and facebook. A few other students walked in and took their seats at their computers. Then, around 8:15, this tall, large, unattractive, middle-aged guy walks in from the front of the room and sat his stuff down at the first computer in the first row, caddy-corner to me. I knew he was not in our class because I had never seen him in there before and he looked...confused. Still, out of the corner of my eye I saw him sit down, log on, and proceed to print some stuff. I was minding my own business and ignoring the man when suddenly (and regretfully) I looked over at him and saw what could only be described as "gag-reflex-inducing". The man's pants were so far down his butt, I swear, half of it was exposed for the entire class to witness! I mean, come on, how could he not have felt a draft?! It was huge, white, and hairy and the crack was sooooooo wide and deep! Definetely NOT what I wanted to see at 8 in the morning! I was disgusted and I'm pretty sure my face showed it. I got this lump in my throat that made me want to gag. It was so nasty, it made me shiver. Thank goodness he finally found out that we had a class in there and he wasn't supposed to be in there after 8:30, and left. Still, that haunting image of the biggest, hairiest, deepest butt crack I've ever seen in my entire life will be with me til the day I die. UUUUGGGGHHHHH!!! *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was your day?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-5799864866835682468?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/5799864866835682468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=5799864866835682468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/5799864866835682468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/5799864866835682468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2009/04/butt-crack.html' title='Just......Vile.'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-1000462385370848092</id><published>2009-04-03T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:41:08.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy with Breakouts</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get so stressed out that at any given moment you feel like you want to curl up in the fetal posistion and just stay there for a few hours? Yep, I'm there. School.... school... and more school. Scheduling for my last year of school has been more stressful that I thought. I've been trying to get with my advisor for a week and but he's never available or he doesn't email me back. I enrolled in one summer class and trying to get into another summer class but I need to meet with the professor and get his position. He hasn't emailed me back either. Also, homework is piling up! Papers, projects, reading, assignments, more papers... gggaaaaahhhh! So much homework and not enough time to do it! Between classes, work, and church... i-yi-yi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my fafsa got rejected because I didn't provide parental information (cuz I live on my own now), well apparently the financial aid office didn't think I was supposed to be "independent." So now I either have to prove that I am independent or provide them with my dad's info. Thank goodness I have a wonderful mother who took care of this for me! *hopefully* it will be taken care of for good in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule seems so crazy lately.&lt;br /&gt;It starts on Tuesday. I have class from 8:30am-6:45pm and Trent and I don't get home til about 8pm. I have just enough time to eat and catch American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I usually work from 7-1 then I go to my mom's from about 5-8:30ish. Not much homework gets done on wed.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is pretty much identical to tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Friday I usually work from 6:30-1. Friday night is pretty much the night to just take a breather from the week and prepare myself for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is my busiest day. I typically work from either 7-2 or 10-4. Since we have to be at the church at 3:30, it's a mad rush to get there. We usually get back from church around 8. By then I am exhausted and ready for bed at like 9.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I work 10-4. Then at night I finally get some time for homework so I do that pretty much all night.&lt;br /&gt;Monday is the best b/c I get to sleep in and catch up on homework. So Monday is pretty much my laundry/homework day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the negativity. I know other people's lives are probably way more busier than mine, but geesh. All I can say is thank goodness summer is only about 5 weeks away and it's starting to warm up. I wish I could write more, but what do you know, I have to get ready for my Psi Chi induction ceremony tonight at 6. Just one more thing to check off the list... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-1000462385370848092?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/1000462385370848092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=1000462385370848092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/1000462385370848092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/1000462385370848092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-with-breakouts.html' title='Busy with Breakouts'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-9191881433854769416</id><published>2009-03-20T17:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:44:57.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 22!</title><content type='html'>*gasp* 22. wow. I am NOT this old yet. I'm boycotting my birthday this year. I'll just turn 21 again, that'd be fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are &lt;a href="http://trentmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-abby.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-9191881433854769416?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/9191881433854769416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=9191881433854769416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/9191881433854769416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/9191881433854769416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-22.html' title='I&apos;m 22!'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-2400116127335344997</id><published>2009-03-05T16:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:59:04.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dough Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I always think about the deepest things when I'm work, usually when I'm making dough. Something about the no-thought-required part of making dough allows my mind to wander all over the place. I listen to the radio and the u93 morning guys crack me up. They're always asking people to call in about a weird phobia they have, or if anything lucky happened to them on their birthday, or their reaction to a woman who was caught breast feeding her baby while driving and talking on the cell phone all at once. Good discussions like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between laughing at the radio when I'm by myself, I usually think about my future. About where I'm going to be in the next few years and who I'll be around. Like I've said before, next year is my last year of college (I hope) and I'll be going solo, without Trent. In my previous posts I've talked about how I'll probably feel lonely and sad. About how I'll miss hanging out with Trent and having someone to talk to. Basically, I talked about how crappy/lonely it's going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, yesterday when I was at work, I had another one of those dough-making epiphanies. Maybe I won't be sad. Maybe I'll actually talk to my classmates and make friends for once. Maybe I won't have to rely on Trent so much. I'm gonna have to drive by myself and learn how to drive in the crappy weather. I'll actually have to be independent for a change! Not that I'm totally dependent right now, I pay my own rent and my own tuition. But just the sheer fact of being alone is independence for me. I have plenty of people around me who take care of me on a daily basis. I guess what I'm trying to say is that being by myself up here at IUSB is going to be a growing experience I need in order to kinda become an adult. I'm such a follower so being by myself is gonna force me to make my own decisions and become more independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'll be good for me and Trent's relationship too. I think it'll be good for us to spend a little bit of time apart. We've been together almost daily for over 5 years now and it's always been "Trent and Abby," like we're just one entity. Well, hopefully after next year it'll be "Trent" and "Abby." You get me? lol We've meshed together so much over the years that we're kinda losing our orignal selves and becoming the same person. I just think that by spending a little bit of time apart will help us get back to "Trent" and "Abby" and we'll be better as a couple, kinda rediscover each other. It'll be fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very optimistic about the coming year. It might be hard and lonely at first, but it'll only better me in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309826347987863058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SbBK7krThhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TbCJYR1DNQ8/s400/CIMG1048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- Based on my previous grades, I have been given the opportunity to become a lifetime member of Psi Chi, a national honor society for psychology students. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-2400116127335344997?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/2400116127335344997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=2400116127335344997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/2400116127335344997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/2400116127335344997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2009/03/dough-therapy.html' title='Dough Therapy'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SbBK7krThhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TbCJYR1DNQ8/s72-c/CIMG1048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-5103678964554543806</id><published>2009-02-23T15:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:56:39.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>Ta-da! My blog now has a new look to represent spring. However, upon Trent's discovery, what you're seeing as my new colors may not be what I'm seeing :( What I see is a pretty olive green as the background, and you might be seeing a greyish green--not what I wanted! I picked out the colors on Trent's home computer and they showed up different on his laptop. Then we looked at it on my laptop... another color. Oh well, Trent likes it and I'm tired of messing around with colors, so it's gonna stay like this. Now, the new blog banner has a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on this thing for 3 days! (with Trent's help of course) And I'm still not 100% satisfied with the final product. I think I need to refine my photoshop skills to get what I really want. All I wanted was a picture frame that had some pictures in it sitting on top of a picnic table overlooking a scene. Is that so hard?? Obviously it is cuz it took me 3 days to finish it. Oh well, I wanted something spring-like and I think I got it. Lemme know what ya think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-5103678964554543806?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/5103678964554543806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=5103678964554543806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/5103678964554543806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/5103678964554543806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-770629789644221037</id><published>2009-02-15T23:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:14:10.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SZj1wZKxO-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/297Vhmp7LWA/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303258772967341026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SZj1wZKxO-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/297Vhmp7LWA/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I hate Valentine's Day" is what I've been saying for years, even though I have a boyfriend. Trent and I usually boycott Valentine's Day because we just view it as a made up holiday. I hate how it makes single people feel like crap. I refuse to buy a card or chocolates because I do not want to support these companies. Call me a sourpuss, but that's just my opinion. Just because we don't make a huge deal about Valentine's Day doesn't mean I won't do a little something special for my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I made *surprise*cupcakes. Chocolate cupcakes with red sprinkles. That's it. And Trent gave me Dove chocolates with caramel, my favorite. Trent has been asking me for about a week "Are we doing anything for Valentine's Day?" I finally broke down and told him we could go to Red Lobster only because I have a giftcard from Christmas. So we decided to go to Red Lobster after church. We were hoping it wouldn't be so busy since we wouldn't get there til 8. WRONG. We made our way through the sardine-packed waiting area and waited in line just to put our names in. After about 30 seconds, we both said screw it and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Olive Garden and the situation wasn't any better. This time, we didn't even get out of the car. We drove all around South Bend looking for somewhere to eat. We were starving! By then, I didn't even care where we ate, I just needed some food! hah Even though we were starving and driving around.... we had soooo much fun. I LOVE just driving around with Trent. We were spending time together and having a good time, what more could we have wanted? We just laughed at the situation and ended up at Martin's supermarket. We decided to find something to make at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of us cook... ever. We ended up in the pasta isle and decided to make a fettucini recipe that was on the noodle box. We grabbed some cheesy garlic bread and headed to his house. We got there at about 9:30 and made our dinner together, in our dressy clothes. It was so much fun. We're goofballs anyway so we had a good time. We finally got to eat at about 10:15. By then, we weren't even hungry anymore because we were so tired. Our dinner was so delicious though. We ate the leftovers for lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was our lovely, hectic Valentine's Day. It was a nice day. All I really want for Valentine's Day is just to be with my love. And that's what happened, I was satisfied. Thank you for being you. Lesson learned for next year: make a reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303259026572586306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SZj1_J6-LUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KFrZPnKlpZk/s320/n197401258_30252883_9990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-770629789644221037?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/770629789644221037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=770629789644221037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/770629789644221037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/770629789644221037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-recap.html' title='V-Day Recap'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SZj1wZKxO-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/297Vhmp7LWA/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-4498045782081813921</id><published>2009-02-12T17:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:13:42.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Parched</title><content type='html'>Since I've been slacking on the blogging lately (due to school papers and tons of reading), and Trent reminds me almost everyday "Abby, you need to post!", I've decided to just post a survey I took on facebook a few weeks ago. It's called "25 random things" and basically it's 25 things you may or may not have known about me. Sorry guys, I'm out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm kind of a hypcondriac. Every little thing that goes wrong with my body makes me feel like I'm close to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I really love school. I wish I could be a professional student and never graduate so I don't have to get a "real job"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I lived with my parent(s) up until last year. I had to move out of my house cuz we sold it. I now live "on my own" with my older sister in an apartment. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've been working at Pizza Hut since I was a junior in high school. I can do everything except the manager's paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Drinking alcohol gives me a headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6....therefore, I've never been drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate driving anywhere other than in my own town (probably b/c of what happened to me in #20--scarred me 'literally' for life!). I've never even driven to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I cannot function in the mornings without my thermos of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I always use hand sanitizer before I eat at restaurants and I wash my hands before eating anything at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have a "good side" when pictures are being taken of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I am probably the biggest people pleaser you'll ever come across. I just hate conflict. I even try to make strangers feel comfortable around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I have a blog. abbyrm.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I feel really awkward around kids. I just don't know how to talk to them or act around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I like to wear colored/patterned socks. You will rarely see me wearing plain white socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I cannot wear my hair the same way everyday. It's either straight, wavy, down, up, halfway up... I need change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I always lose weight during the school year and gain weight during the summer. Last year I weighed 98 during the winter and gained 14 pounds during the summer! probably not too healthy, but oh well, I've evened out since then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Unlike everyone else my age, I still have another year of college. It's not good to change your major your junior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My parents got divorced when I was 18, after I graduated high school. My mom got remarried around Thanksgiving in '07 and lives in Plymouth. My dad has been with his current girlfriend for about a year. He lives with her in Granger. I really like both of the people my parents are with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I wear the same jeans almost everyday to school. Hey, if I feel like I look good in them, why NOT wear them everyday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I didn't get the training wheels off of my bike until I was 7. Probably b/c my brother made me crash when I was 5 and my teeth went through my bottom lip. I had to get 5 stitches, you can see them in my kindergarten school picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Today, Trent and I agreed that if he buys a rediculously expensive lens for his camera with his tax money, then I get to upgrade the engagement ring I picked out ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I use cherry-flavored Chapstick. (But I've never kissed a girl) -- if you don't get the joke, you're too old lol sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. This sounds very cliche, but Trent really is my best friend. I tell him everything, even stuff he really doesn't want to hear about. And if you tell me a secret, he's more than likely going to know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I've just recently discovered that I don't have to take a shower EVERY single day. People cannot tell whether or not I've recently washed my hair, so it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When I was 9, I wrote "F--- you" on a piece of paper and stuck it in our neighbor's mailbox. I didn't even know it was like the worse cuss word haha. I was with my brother and some friends and they all ratted me out. It was probably the worse thing I ever did as a child...lol my bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- I've been thinking about changing my blog background colors to something more spring-like. fall is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-4498045782081813921?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/4498045782081813921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=4498045782081813921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/4498045782081813921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/4498045782081813921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-parched.html' title='Blog Parched'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-3073345799385485268</id><published>2009-02-04T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:28:32.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Gonna Die Afterall!</title><content type='html'>I had my doctor's appointment this morning at 9. I told him everything that has been going on and he said this happens to a lot of people, more than people realize. He said that a valve in my heart is supposed to go only one way but sometimes it will go the other way. This causes my heart to skip a beat or beat really fast for a second, which causes me to become lightheaded. Also, when I drink a lot of caffiene, that causes my heart to beat faster which doesn't help the valve. And for my leg cramps, I need to start taking a multivitamin and keep hydrated. I'm not getting enough potassium in my diet so the multivitamin will help with the muscle cramps. Sooo...... I'm normal. He said if this keeps happening more often or if I feel like it interrupts my life too much, I might have to wear a heart monitor for a week to see if I have some kind of irregular heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I think I'm gonna be alright! Flintstone vitamins, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-3073345799385485268?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/3073345799385485268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=3073345799385485268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/3073345799385485268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/3073345799385485268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-gonna-die-afterall.html' title='I&apos;m Not Gonna Die Afterall!'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-2935002584891573821</id><published>2009-01-29T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:07:36.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Feelin' It</title><content type='html'>Just an update on my last post about almost fainting in the shower. Last Thursday while I was sitting in class, I had the feeling again. My heart started racing, I began to get hot, and started shaking a little, but it only lasted for maybe 30 seconds. I think the only reason I was feeling this way again was because I was thinking about what happened in the shower. Sorta like psyching myself out, like my body was reacting to only what was in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after (Friday) I was at work thinking about what happened to me in class. I texted my Mom about what had happened and we agreed that I needed to go see the doctor. Wise decision. I made the appointment for next week on Wed (2/4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eager to hear my diagnosis. The most common concensus I've heard from other people is that I'm either dehydrated or have low blood pressure, or maybe even anemic. I think it's either a blood problem or a food/drink problem. Whatever the case may be, I'm just ready to hear it and literally cannot wait until my appointment next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Tues in class I was just sitting there watching the prof write on the chalkboard and I got the feeling again--hot, shaky, racing heart. This time, I wasn't even thinking about what has been happening to me. It just sprouted up out of nowhere, but only lasted about 30 seconds again. But today was worse. I woke feeling weak and very tired. Definetely not motivating for school. I got to school and just felt disoriented. I drank about 2 bottles of water (to try and get hydrated) and had to pee like crazy! lol Anyway, I couldn't concentrate in class so here I am. Skipping my 10:00 class and blogging. I just didn't want to have to go through another class feeling that miserable and not being able to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for Trent to get done with his class at 11:15 then we're going to lunch. I hope that after lunch, after I get some more food in me, I'll be able to make it through my 2 afternoon classes without a hitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be wednesday already?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-2935002584891573821?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/2935002584891573821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=2935002584891573821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/2935002584891573821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/2935002584891573821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-feelin-it.html' title='Still Feelin&apos; It'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-9013738420823360696</id><published>2009-01-20T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:37:42.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Almost Died This Morning</title><content type='html'>I had the most terrifying thing happen to me this morning. I seriously thought it was the end of my life. Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning, had school at 8:30, so I got up around 6am. I was soooo tired, more than usual, and a little disoriented. I had my electric blanket on the usual "5" heat setting (out of 20) like every other night and I woke up sweating like every other night. I finally drug myself out of bed, disoriented and sweating. I put on my glasses, grabbed my hairbrush and towel, and headed to the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I was abnormally hot this morning so I kept the shower water a little cooler than normal. However, towards the end of the shower, after I had just put conditioner in my hair, I felt a little chilly. Therefore, I turned up the heat just a tad. Not 1 minute later, I felt VERY woozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart started racing like crazy and I started to shake. What's going on?!?! I was starting to lose my vision! I desperately tried to rinse out the conditioner in my hair and turn off the water. If I was dying, I was definetely waking Rachel up asap to help me! I reached for the nozzle but couldn't find it! I had lost my vision completely! Everything went black. I softly groaned in fear as I frantically searched for the nozzle. After what felt like 10 minutes, I finally found the nozzle and turned off the water. Where's the shower curtain?!? Get me outta here! I stepped out of the shower as I started to get my vision back. All I could do was dry off and just sit on the the edge of the shower in my towel, shaking in terror. What the heck just happened?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to calm down and stopped shaking. I headed back to my room, hair still halfway drenched with conditioner. I sat down on my bed and took a glance at the mirror. I seriously looked like a ghost. There was absolutely no color to my skin at all. I was so confused. Did I just almost die?! Or a little less extreme, pass out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a little shook up about what happened. I think I just got too hot from the shower and my body couldn't handle it that early in the morning. This has happened to me before, though. Last year when I had 8:30 classes I would wake up early to take a shower and would suddenly feel very weak. I just had to turn off the water and go to my room to lay down for a few minutes. This time was a lot worse, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a scary experience! Lesson learned though: don't keep the electric blanket heat too high and keep the shower water cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-9013738420823360696?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/9013738420823360696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=9013738420823360696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/9013738420823360696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/9013738420823360696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-almost-died-this-morning.html' title='I Almost Died This Morning'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-1344751099277811186</id><published>2009-01-13T19:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:56:26.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12-hour School Day</title><content type='html'>Yep. Exactly 12 hours ago Trent and I were headed up here to IUSB for our first day of school. And we're still here. I had class at 8:30 this morning- statistics. Not too bad actually. I had a math class last semester that dealt somewhat with statistics so I already finished the first 8 assignments that aren't due for the next few weeks :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am- english class. Oh wait, "Imagining King Arthur" class. Yep. Sorta like Russian Art History, hmm? Another pointless required class. Maybe I'll learn something interesting though, like I did in my Russian Art History class. The prof isn't as funny, though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:15- lunch. Trent and I went to Burger King to get some high quality brain fuel to carry us over til now. We got back to the school at about noon and hung out til our 2:30 class. I did some homework for my stats class (so easy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30- non-experimental methods class with the same prof from my stats class. So, I heard the same thing twice. Basically for this class, we work on one big project throughout the semester. Not too shabby. It's supposed to prepare us psych majors for out advanced lab that we have to take out last year in order to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:45- Meet up with Trent again to waste more time until our 5:30 class. This time I didn't do homework and we just sat around and laughed at each other. Oh and I kept telling him that he can't leave me next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30- anthropology. We have a few prjoects to do and homework and quizzes here and there. The prof said it's going to be pretty easy-going since we all have different majors and it's a required class. We only took 20 minutes to go over the syllabus then we were done for the day. Would've been nice to leave early from class if Trent didn't have class til 8 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit. In a huge computer lab with 5 other people. It's about 7:30 and I'm exhausted. These days are going to be tough. I'm hungry and tired.... so I'm cranky. *sigh* Sorry I'm in such a blah mood. At least on thursday we'll get to leave at 6:45. And we only have to come up here twice a week. Yaaaaay!  :D happy face. Soon I'll be home eating and watching American Idol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you have a great night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-1344751099277811186?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/1344751099277811186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=1344751099277811186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/1344751099277811186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/1344751099277811186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2009/01/12-hour-school-day.html' title='12-hour School Day'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-8966512181787678705</id><published>2009-01-10T23:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:46:16.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Semester is Quickly Approaching!</title><content type='html'>It's true! Trent and I start school this coming Tuesday, the 13th. This semester should be fairly interesting, as usual. We only have to drive up to IUSB two days a week BUT we start at 8:30am and don't leave until 6:45pm or later. Yikes! But we do have breaks in between our classes to squeeze in some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes this semester consist of: introductory Anthropology, Statistics for Psych majors, Non-experimental research methods, and some sort of English class. So 4 classes in all. My stats class and non-experimental methods class is with the same prof whom I've had in the past. She was very nice and relaxed and just reminded me of a mom, probably because she is. I'm going to try to test out of taking the first semester of spanish, so I'll be taking an exam for that this semester as well. I'm excited for school to start up again, like always. I just love school. Can't I just be a professional student the rest of my life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely excited about this year, 2009. Things will be happening, just you wait. ;) I'm proud of Trent for making it to his last semester. He will more than likely graduate in May and I couldn't be happier. Him graduating is symbolic to our relationship. It means so much. It's the end of one long college chapter of his life and beginning of a new chapter. He's going to be moving on to bigger and better things. I just can't help but be so happy for him.... so happy for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, him graduating means that he won't be going to school anymore (duh) BUT I still have one more year left. That means, no more rides to school together. I'll be making the journey to IUSB all by my lonesome next year. :( Although next year will be amazing in one aspect, it's going to be sad being at school without my buddy. No one to be cranky in the mornings with, no one to sit next to me while I "sudoku", no one to tell me to stop wiping my boogers on the seat, no one to brave the horribly snowy roads with, no one to skip classes and go shopping with, no one to share my free small fries Burger King coupon with, no one to make egg sandwiches with, no one to wait on me to go pee for the 5th time that day ... and the list goes on. I'm gonna miss my best friend next year. I'm worried that I'll be terribly lonely at school. I'm very shy so it's hard for me to just make friends. *sigh* we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my thoughts about the upcoming year and a half. I'm super happy for Trent and his accomplishments and I pray he can trudge through this last semester without the stress crushing his spirit. Just a few more months, babe! I know you can do it! It's going to be hard for me next year at school without you, but once I graduate, I'll get my reward :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-8966512181787678705?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/8966512181787678705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=8966512181787678705' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/8966512181787678705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/8966512181787678705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-semester-is-quickly-approaching.html' title='A New Semester is Quickly Approaching!'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-8874167992435876857</id><published>2009-01-04T23:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:47:04.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing is Fun!</title><content type='html'>So, it was 10pm and Trent and I were bored. Therefore, we decided to draw a little comic of our day. Here is my interpretation of our day, but mostly my interpretation of his drawings. I thought I could do them more justice. :) Click on the picture to enlarge. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Abby working at Pizza Hut at 7am&lt;br /&gt;2. Trent still sleeping at home&lt;br /&gt;3. Abby's done at work at noon&lt;br /&gt;4. Trent meets Abby at her apartment&lt;br /&gt;5. Trent and Abby play an intense game of RockBand&lt;br /&gt;6. Trent and Abby go to the park to take some pictures&lt;br /&gt;7. Trent mostly takes pictures of Abby&lt;br /&gt;8. Trent and Abby go back to Trent's and play Mario Kart on the wii&lt;br /&gt;9. Trent watches "Fun with Dick and Jane" while Abby sleeps&lt;br /&gt;10. Trent and Abby decide to draw a comic of their day&lt;br /&gt;11. Trent drives Abby home&lt;br /&gt;12. Good night kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287663318173208402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SWGNxcuTz1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/fP7CPAhQJx8/s400/Our%2520day2%5B1%5D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://trentmiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trent's blog &lt;/a&gt;to see his drawings. Have a great night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-8874167992435876857?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/8874167992435876857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=8874167992435876857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/8874167992435876857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/8874167992435876857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2009/01/drawing-is-fun.html' title='Drawing is Fun!'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SWGNxcuTz1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/fP7CPAhQJx8/s72-c/Our%2520day2%5B1%5D.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-434325995557533837</id><published>2008-12-26T21:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:21:49.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The B.H.A. Christmas Post</title><content type='html'>OK everyone, here is my "big, hairy, audacious" Christmas post. Let's start with last Saturday, the 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, Trent and I went to my aunt and uncle's for Christmas. I always look forward to going to my aunt and uncle's. Good food and funny people are a great combination. We played "dirty bingo" for the first time this year. We divided it by guys and girls gifts. I brought a Victoria's Secret heavenly perfume/lotion combo and received a $20 Kohl's giftcard. Not too shabby. I would've stole the Gap giftcard, but my turn was over :( After the bingo game, we took our annual Christmas photos of every family and couples. Then the "kids" headed to the basement to play RockBand. It was me, Ben, Trent, and my two boy cousins. Then the older guys made their way downstairs to play beer-and fart-filled games of pool. Needless to say, I was the only girl in the basement in a fart-filled basement. It was great! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next Christmas festivity took place at my Mom's on Christmas Eve. She lives in Plymouth and I LOVE going over there for Christmas. Once again, amazing food and funny people, gotta love it. I received some amazing gifts this year. Above all, the laptop that I'm currently typing on ;) It's a 15" Compaq and I love it. I asked for a smaller netbook, but this will just have to do I suppose haha ;) My sister got an xbox360 with RockBand so that's probably what I'll be doing the rest of my break. Ben got an amazing canon camera that he loves. My parents really went all out this year. After opening gifts, we played a hilarious game of mad gab. We always play games when we get together but we've never played mad gab before. It's very funny and quite entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Day, I headed over to Trent's to spend the day with his family. Ben spent the night at Trent's because the rest of our family had other places to be Christmas Day. It was great though, having him at Trent's. We opened gifts in the morning and it was wonderful. I got TWO awesome, cute, functional pair of shoes from Trent's parents and plenty of clothes and patterned socks :D Trent pretty much stuck to my list which was fine because I didn't really NEED anything (like every Christmas). Trent also got a camera for Christmas so it was fun with Ben there too because the boys just played around with their cameras the whole day. Even while we were playing scrabble, they could not keep their hands off of them! I got a little frustrated actually lol. After playing scrabble, we ate a very delicious Christmas dinner that Trent's Mom made. Then had an even more scrumptous dessert. I've definetely had my fair share of amazing cuisine this past week. I mean, prime rib two days in a row! After dinner, the three of us headed back to my apartment to open up stockings. I put the usual in Trent's stocking- one gift and a butt load of candy. However, Trent got a little more creative with mine and Ben's stockings. I received two more pairs of socks, some floss, a snickers energy bar, a flash drive, some extra strength tylonol, and other random things. Ben pretty much got the same in his. Clever, Trent. The rest of the night was filled with the boys taking pictures of Rachel and Derek and his boys opening their gifts. Ben drove back to my Mom's to stay and I headed to Trent's to stay the night before we took off for Ohio. Or so we thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I'm supposed to be in Ohio right now with the rest of Trent's relatives. I went to bed expected to wake up at 5:30am and on the road by 7. However, at 6am, Trent walked into my room and said "Hey I don't think you set your alarm. But that's okay cuz we're not leaving yet. The roads are covered in ice." So I slept in til 9 when he came back into my room and woke me up for good. He told me that we might leave at noon so I got in the shower at 10:30. Right after I got completely ready, I mean.. hair dried and straightened, dressed, makeup on.. Trent's dad came upstairs and said, "Well, we're not going to Ohio." Aw man! All I said was, "Well, I'm ready to go!" lol. So we didn't go to Ohio. Bummer. They kept telling me about all the fun (wink) I was going to have with their family.... oh well. So Trent, his brother and mom, and I went to the crazy, people-filled mall instead. It was a nice relaxing day, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I sit. Reflecting on this great holiday season. I think the best part was being with people I love. It's so great knowing that there are people around you who love you so much and care about you. I feel so at home whenever I go see my family and even when I'm with Trent's family. I can't even imagine what it would be like to spend Christmas alone. I think that's what I'm most thankful for this holiday season. I would've had just as good of a time even if I hadn't received any gifts at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-434325995557533837?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/434325995557533837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=434325995557533837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/434325995557533837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/434325995557533837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/12/bha-christmas-post.html' title='The B.H.A. Christmas Post'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-5852285960878233250</id><published>2008-12-21T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:22:24.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day!</title><content type='html'>I have never had a day at work like I had today. Wow.... what a day. It seriously felt like a dream, all of the crazy moments. Let's get on with this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to work at 10am and the "dough girl" went in at 7am. I woke up this morning from a dead sleep (I had Christmas at my aunt's last night and we didn't get home til 1) to the sound of my cell phone ringing at 7:18 and what do you know? It was Alysha, the dough girl. She was opening that morning and called me in a panic. "Abby! We have a major problem! The power went out and I can't get ahold of Drew (my manager). I've called his cell and his house phone and no one's picking up!" Half asleep and looking at my own dead clock I said, "Oh my, that IS a problem. I don't have power here either. Um... well, call P.J. (the other manager) and if all else fails, call Hacha (the managers' boss)." She said okay, I wished her good luck, and we hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too panicked because I normally set both my alarm on my phone and my regular clock alarm for occasions such as this. However, I could NOT get back to sleep. I was supposed to wake up at 9 but I just layed in bed and worried about Alysha at work. Finally, at 8:45, my sister knocked on my door and wanted to let me know that the power was out. I called Trent and asked him if his power was out and it wasn't. They live on one of the last streets in Donnybrook so they're actually on Nappanee power. Then I called Alysha and thankfully Drew answered. He said there was still no power at work and he'll see me soon. So...! I got up, brushed my teeth in the dark, and headed to work at 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to work and Alysha and Drew were playing phase 10 in the silence and cold. They had already gotten most of the preps done that they could do without power, but no dough-making of course. We use machines for that! Plus, dough doesn't rise very well in a cold building. So the three of us sat in the building, talked and laughed about this crazy situation, and called our loved ones about this madness. Drew was getting fed up that the power wasn't coming back on so he was going to let Alysha and I leave but be "on-call" in case the power came back. We were just about the leave when all of a sudden, at about 10am, the power came on! We were so happy and busted our butts to get some dough made and other things done. This didn't last long because at about 10:15, the building went dead again. Disappointed, we still tried to get more things done but an hour later, Drew let us leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Trent's because they still had power and I could warm up there. I didn't stay long because at about 11:45, I got a phone call from Drew saying that the power came back on but he wanted me to stay home for about a half hour just in case it went off again. Well, it didn't and I headed back to work at about 12:15. The power flickered in and out for a few more hours but Drew and I finally got everything made and prepared for the day at around 2:30. He left and I handled the store until 4. Business was starting to pick up when I left at 4 and the night crew was rolling in by then. Whew! My crazy powerless day was over! So I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent and I had just started a continuing game of scrabble when I received yet another phone call from Drew. Apparently after I left work, the night crew got KILLED with orders and Drew was unable to help because he was at a family Christmas party. Off to work I headed again to help out the night crew. However, I only stayed for about 40 minutes, enough time to make some pan dough. My work day was finally over at 6pm. I am pooped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda funny that we were powerless at work today because last night at church, Jim talked about Jesus being the light of the world and talked about how it feels to be in the light and out of the darkness. We just feel so much better when we're out of the darkness, just like when we finally get power back. *sigh* I am SO thankful that the power is back and I hope it stays on this time. I have to work tomorrow morning at 7am and I'm PRAYING that I do not have to deal with what Alysha dealt with today. &lt;em&gt;PLEASE &lt;/em&gt;God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-5852285960878233250?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/5852285960878233250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=5852285960878233250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/5852285960878233250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/5852285960878233250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-day.html' title='What a Day!'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-4738672623815929369</id><published>2008-12-17T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:48:28.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester Reflections</title><content type='html'>Since the semester came to a close last week, I thought I would write about all of the crazy circumstances that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few wonderful shockers this semester as far as grades. Remember my Russian art history class? Well, the very first day of class my strict, yet hilarious professor told the class that it was very hard to receive an A in her class. She said you really have to earn an A. This made me extremely nervous until I got an A on my midterm. We had a few writing assignments and I mostly got B's on them. So coming into the final, I had no idea what my grade was. I studied so much but after I took the final, I felt very apprehensive. I felt like there was stuff on the final that I didn't even think I needed to study. I thought for sure that I got a C on it. I was wrong. Last Thursday I emailed my professor to see what my grade was and she said I got a 99/100 on the final and an A+ in the class. WHAT?!!! Are you freaking kidding me?!? How in the world did I get an A+ in RUSSIAN ART HISTORY?! lol I was very.... dumbfounded hah! Anyway, I learned a lot about Russian history from about 1870's to the 1940's. Very interesting stuff, actually. I know that Dostoevsky wrote Crime and Punishment and Tchaikovsky composed The Nutcracker. AND I actually know how to pronounce these names ;) I think the reason I got a good grade was because it's easier for me to remember weird things, like the names of these artists. Isn't it much easier to remember a name like Rimsky-Korsakov (who wrote "Flight of the Bumblebee," by the way) then John Smith?? Well, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shocker was in my social psychology class. This class' grade was based solely on 4 tests and the final. The whole class was out of 500 points, 100 points for each test. No room for error here, kids. The first test I got an 82... not thrilled about that grade, but hey it was a B. Then, the second test I got a freaking 74... really wasn't happy about that one! My grade was sitting at a very low B. After that, I needed a game plan. Since I finally discovered after 2 tests that they were based on only vocab words and experiments in the textbook, I studied those hard. Hundreds of notecards later, I finally got a 94 on the last 2 tests. It was about time I got A's on those darn tests! So, now comes the final. I finally raised my grade to a high B, close to an A-. I figured it out that I had to get an A+ on the final to finally get a 90%(A-) in the class. Psshhh! Yeah right, I knew I was NOT going to get a freakin A+ on that final. So I thought..... I checked my grade 2 days ago and guess what?! I got the highest grade on the final which meant I got 100/100 on the final. WHAT?!!! So I ended up with an A- in the class. WHEW! By the way, in case you cared, 'high need for cognition' means that you enjoy deep-thinking. I, on the other hand, have low need for cognition :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other 3 classes (philosophy, math, and my library class), I did consistently well throughout the semester. I had and kept an A+ in my math class from the very first grade. My professor told me that I had the highest grade in the class during the entire semester. The library class included easy assignments about how to use the resources at the library. I did very well on the final project getting a 299/300 and my professor asked if she could use it as an example for next semester's class. I was a little surprised that I got an A in philosophy, however. Some days I either really didn't understand the material or I just didn't care about what was being discussed. Somehow, I don't really know how though, I got an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn't feel like I'm bragging about my grades. It's just that I've never gotten all A's before and to get them in college...? Wow, I'm just proud of myself. I studied hard and prayed harder. Actually, you know what, I think it was the coffee. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to my ramblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-4738672623815929369?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/4738672623815929369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=4738672623815929369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/4738672623815929369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/4738672623815929369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/12/semester-reflections.html' title='Semester Reflections'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-7573865808082182731</id><published>2008-12-12T18:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:18:52.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey: Part 4</title><content type='html'>Finally! This is the last section of this crazy-long survey. Ugh... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[136] Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? yep... 5 years and 2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[137] What annoys you most? anything rythmic (like a clicking clock or snoring) while I'm trying to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[138] Fave 'scary' movie? I don't really like scary movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[139] Fave 'action' movie? is Fight Club considered action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[140] Fave 'romantic' movie? Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[141] Do you have an accent? doesn't everybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[142] Who is your role model? Jesus! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[143] Do you like surprises? I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[144] What's the ideal age to die? anywhere over 85 I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[145] Do you like to dance? very much so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[146] Ever took ballet? nope, just gymnastics when I was like 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[147] Bold or pastel colors? both are good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[148] Do you still wear Tommy Hilfiger? I never did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[149] What brand do you wear most? American Eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[150] What do you normally watch on TV? cops, I freaking love cops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[151] Do you have any 'special' talents? I can stick my foot in my ribs... it's hard to explain but I'll show you sometime if you ask me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[152] What's your favorite sport? didn't I already answer this question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[153] Can you swim? yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[154] Can you play a musical instrument? I learned a little Norah Jones ditty on Trent's keyboard. but that's as far as my musical talents go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[155] What star sign are you? pisces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[156] Do you prefer public schools or private? well since I went to a public school then I guess public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[157] Do you care what people think? yes, I think everybody does to some extent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[158] Have you ever shot a gun? just my brother's BB gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[159] What's your biggest fear? dying or having someone close to me die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[160] How many hours of sleep do you normally get? anywhere from 6-9... depends on the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[161] Regular ice or crushed ice? regular, I hate crushed ice, it gets in the way of the drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[162] Blue ink or black ink? I think I prefer black for some reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[163] Are your clothes mostly loose or tight fit? I have equal amounts of both (b/c I gained 12 pounds over the summer so now I have a lot more tight-fitting clothes) but I feel uncomfortable in stuff that's too tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[164] Have any peircings? just in my left ear, the other side closed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[165] Gold or silver? white gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[166] What kind of shampoo/conditioner do you use? Pantene beautiful lengths, I'm trying to grow out my hair again. If the shampoo doesn't help, it will still make me think that my hair is growing faster ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[167] Do you blow dry your hair? everyday, depends on how much heat I use though. more heat for straighter hair and on the cool setting for wavy hair. in case you cared haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[168] What do you sleep in? sweat pants and a baseball t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[169] What's the last book you've read? just books for school, probably my social psych book for my final yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[170] Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera? Christina has a better voice, Britney is a little cookoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[171] Spiderman or Dare Devil? Spiderman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[172] Have you ever broken a bone? nope *knock on wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[173] Shower or Bath? shower, baths make me feel dirty for some reason.... I don't know, sitting in my own filth may have something to do with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[174] Do you have any cavities? 4, but they're filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[175] Have you ever wore braces? yep from 8th-10th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[176] What do you live in? an apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[177] Would you choose true love or to be rich? true love for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[178] Do you have Cable? amish cable haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[179] Do you play any computer games? just solitaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[180] How long did it take you to finish this? oh let's see... about a week! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-7573865808082182731?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/7573865808082182731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=7573865808082182731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7573865808082182731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7573865808082182731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/12/survey-part-4.html' title='Survey: Part 4'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-5846699951665403087</id><published>2008-12-09T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:59.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey: Part 3</title><content type='html'>[91] Ever got a detention? the closest I've ever come was getting a 1/2 hour 'study table' from Ms. Cole in 8th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[92] Ever been suspended? no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[93] Better: Punk or Prep? prep but it would be fun to go punk for a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[94] Ever blew a beverage out your nose? no way that would hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[95] Do you like jaw breakers? not really, I'm too inpatient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[96] What color is your room? cream, boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[97] What do you say a lot? "whatev" "good grief" "oh geez"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[98] What's your best personality trait? I'm pretty mellow and always optimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[99] What's your worst personality trait? selfishness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[100] Do you have any medical problems? allergic to amoxacillin, found that out the hard way one time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[101] Are you listening to anything? the fan of the space heater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[102] What's the last movie you've watched in Theatre? Role Models, very funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[103] Who is your favorite friend? aw that's not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[104] Who do you get along with the best? everyone! I hate conflict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[105] Who do you fight with a lot? Trent, but we don't really 'fight' or even argue all that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[106] Who is your funniest friend? my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[107] Do you talk too much? not at all, people actually tell me that I need to talk MORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[108] Ever fell asleep in class? never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[109] Sneakers or open-toed shoes? sneakers?? open-toad shoes?? who calls them that anymore?! I wear SHOES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[110] Can you do a cartwheel? sure can! those years of gymnastics did me well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[111] Ever been camping? a few times, my favorite part of camping is making breakfast over the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[112] Shorts or jeans? I really don't like wearing shorts, even in the summer. I hate being cold and I know that everywhere is air conditioned, so why risk it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[113] Double dates or just the two of you? double dates are good every once in awhile but I like to be just the two of us most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[114] Do you go to camp? went to church camp for like 10 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[115] When's the last time your parents spanked you? I don't think I've ever been spanked. I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; the easiest child to raise, you know ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[116] Can you rhyme well? not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[117] Have you ever belonged to a gang? oh yeah, cuz we have so many gangs in Bremen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[118] Know people who belong to a gang? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[119] Do you smoke ciggarettes? ew no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[120] Indoors or outdoors? outdoors only when it's warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[121] Have you ever gotten beaten up? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[122] Do you know how to cook? not right now, but I think I'll be okay at it when I become a wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[123] Do you know how to do laundry? yeah, I actually enjoy doing laundry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[124] When you get a pizza, how many slices do you eat? usually 2, but pizza does BAD things to my stomach (Todd knows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[125] How tall are you? almost 5'4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[126] Do you consider yourself too fat/skinny? nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[127] Do you watch the superbowl? just for the commercials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[128] What's your least favorite color? I don't really like orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[129] Have you ever faked being sick? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[130] Ever done something illegal? yeah! I speed on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[131] What's the longest you've stayed up? 4 am at middle school (and college lol) sleepovers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[132] Are you afraid of dying? I am, but I'm learning not to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[133] What's your biggest regret? nothing really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[134] Ever picked up a hitchiker? heck no! I never would either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[135] Is your name on any bathroom walls? I doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Abby~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-5846699951665403087?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/5846699951665403087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=5846699951665403087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/5846699951665403087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/5846699951665403087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/12/survey-part-3.html' title='Survey: Part 3'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-6510153241240371906</id><published>2008-12-05T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:30:39.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Abby Miller</title><content type='html'>Today I had an epiphany. As I was working hard at making dough this morning at work, with the smell of yeast in the air, and listening to the morning guys on U93, I began to think about my future. Considering this semester flew by (like they always do), I realized that after next semester, I only have one measly year left of college. Woah. Many things will be changing even within this year. Plans are being made that will affect my entire life. My life is moving forward. And that made me very apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I began to think about school. I love school so much. I love learning about all the random things in my classes, including Russian art history. A few people have recently asked me if I was going to try for my Master's. And you know what, I think I want to. Why shouldn't I? I really like school and I'm getting better grades than I ever have before. I began to think about my future job. I realized that my dream job would be to do research with a group of other psychologists. Making people take surveys and doing experiments sounds like so much fun to me. Then I realized that those kind of people usually have a PhD. Then I thought, why &lt;em&gt;couldn't&lt;/em&gt; I get a PhD?? What's stopping me? What's the worse that could happen? I know there's the money issue, but if I go broke, I know there will be people who love me so much that they would take care of me. Even if I fail, at least I &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; to attain some sort of dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea got me extremely excited this morning. What would happen if I had a PhD? Would I make a lot of money doing what I would love doing? How awesome would that be!? It seems so out of the norm from what I'm used to. I always thought I would live the cookie-cutter life by graduating college, getting married, getting a mediocre job that I didn't really like but paid the bills, having kids,  living in Bremen for the rest of my life... which doesn't sound bad, but it's just too "average." But now I realize that I don't have to live like that. I can do things out of the ordinary. I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; get a PhD, move away, and maybe not even have kids. It's my life and I can do &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt; I want with it. I'm so excited!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another, kind of random note... why do I think that my life hasn't "started yet" just because I haven't graduated college yet, I'm not married yet, and don't have kids yet? It's weird to think that I'm not "living" just because of those things. Why do we think that "life" is all about going to work and having a spouse/kids?? Is that the best we can do? I don't know, it was just a thought I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will be dramatically changing for me in the next two years or so. I used to be scared. Now, I'm ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-6510153241240371906?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/6510153241240371906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=6510153241240371906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/6510153241240371906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/6510153241240371906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/12/dr-abby-miller.html' title='Dr. Abby Miller'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-1319696761887228194</id><published>2008-12-04T16:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:22:01.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey: Part 2</title><content type='html'>More survey questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[46] Do people think you're crazy? only when I'm hyper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[47] How many people on your buddylist? I don't have a buddylist anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[51] How many songs do you know all the words to? A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[52] Do you listen to The Beatles? nope, sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[53] Do you listen to Eminem? only if he has a song on U93, but I don't have any of his CD's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[54] Do you know anyone who thinks they're Eminem? hah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[55] Do you read books often? just for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[56] Do you strive to fit in? not really, I just try to be nice and if people don't like that, well then there's nothing else I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[57] Fave gum? orbit white, in the pink big-e-pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[58] Do you snore? nope, I sleep very quietly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[59] Are you afraid of thunderstorms? just the wind and lightening.... so yeah lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[60] Do you care what you look like? not so much anymore, it's kinda nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[61] Is your hair color fake? not anymore, it's all grown out and natural now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[62] Whacha wearing? dark jeans, green tank top, maroon long sleeve hoodie, and a cream cordory blazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[63] When's the last time you talk to anyone? like 2 minutes ago, he's counting change now lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[64] Do you 'fall in love' easily? no, I don't think I used to either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[65] What's your best physical feature? I love my toes! I could probably be a foot model lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[66] What attracts you most to the oppisite sex? eyes, jaw, smile, adam's apple LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[67] Are you picky about who you date? I don't date anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[68] What's your favorite cologne? probably curve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[69] What's your favorite perfume? glow by j.lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[70] Do you like roller coasters? hate em, I'm a big wuss if you couldn't tell already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[71] Have you ever flown in a plane? yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[72] Do you wear make-up? uh yeah! I wear more now than I did in high school. it's just fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[73] Have you ever went bungee jumping? no and I never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[74] Ever been to Paris? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[75] Do you believe in Vampires? um no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[76] Even if you could become a Vampire? still a no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[77] Would you call yourself normal? I don't think anyone is normal, we are all unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[78] Have you ever gone skinny dipping? only in a bathtub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[79] Do you eat seafood? oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[81] Ever drove while drunk? never been drunk... so no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[83] Have you ever lit yourself on fire? LOL probably not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[84] How many people do you trust with your life? the few people closest to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[85] Are you considered intelligent? I'm book smart but not common sense smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[86] Are you considered a nerd? hah now that I'm getting better grades I probably am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[87] Do you talk on the phone a lot? not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[88] How often do you take a shower? everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[89] What kind of bodywash do you use? dove bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[90] What's your favorite candy bar? gotta be snickers, it's a classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-1319696761887228194?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/1319696761887228194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=1319696761887228194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/1319696761887228194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/1319696761887228194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/12/survey-part-ii.html' title='Survey: Part 2'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-5746255330613494148</id><published>2008-12-03T13:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:57:44.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey: Part 1</title><content type='html'>Since I am a little on a blog "dry spell," I've decided to take a survey that I took back in May 2007. If you have quite a bit of time to waste, I would suggest reading these survey answers, if you want of course. It's pretty long. There are 180 questions total so I think I'll do 4 posts of 45 questions. :) Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] What did you want to be when you were younger? a teacher or cosmotologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] What's your favorite type of music? I like calm music like Norah Jones, A Fine Frenzy, Howie Day, James Blunt, Colbie Callait... with a little alternative rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] What do you spend most your time doing? sleeping, duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] Would you rather stay at home or go out? I would rather stay in nowadays. I'm always hustle-bustling around so it's good to just calm down and stay home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] What is your favorite 'fast food' restaurant? hmmm... Chick-fil-A, but DQ is gaining on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] What is your favorite restaurant? Chao Cajun at U.P. Mall, Logan's is good too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] Are you a farmer? that'd be a no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] If you could marry anyone who would it be? anyone?! how bout Brad Pitt...? jk, Trent wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] How much do you think about the oppisite sex? I would say... about 12 hours a day lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] What's your favorite toothpaste? colgate total whitening PASTE, gel is nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] What kind of grades do you make? mostly A's, with an upsetting B in there every once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] If you could go anywhere where would you go? I bet Greece is pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] How many people do you live with? it's just me and my sissy wissy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] What is your favorite sport? I like watching gymnastics on TV, or figure skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] How many kids do you want? 2, maybe 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] What would you name them? boy- Kyser.... girl- Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] What color lipgloss/lipstick do you usually wear? cherry flavored softlips or chapstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] Coke or Pepsi? DIET coke, but I rarely drink pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] What's the last thing you bought from a Pharmacy? pills! duh... what kind of pills? you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] Have you ever been in a wreck? a bike wreck when I was 5, my bottom teeth went through my bottom lip.... scarred me (literally) for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21] When do you usually go to bed? around 10:30, give or take a half hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22] Whats the worst thing you ever did? when I was 9, I wrote a mean note and stuck it in the neighbor's mailbox.... needless to say, we moved LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23] Do you attend church? yep, I'm the 'sound technician'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24] How many friends do you have? a few close ones, that's about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25] What's your greatest accomplishment? getting an A in any class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26] What do you plan to be when you're older? I really don't know.... alive, I hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27] What's your favorite PJ's? fleece pants and a thermal shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28] What's your favorite thing to do? eat LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29] What color hair do you have? darkish brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30] Do you sing well? not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[31] Have you ever been in love? currently :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[32] Would you eat a cochroach for $500? maybe if it was dead or cooked, not alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[33] Are you afraid of the dark? I used to be, but ever since I moved into my apartment, it's not an issue anymore. I feel safer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[34] Are you bored? nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35] Where's the last place you've been? I went to the library at school to study, stayed for about 10 minutes, then got an a computer lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[36] Do you wear a lot of black? not really, but I actually am right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[37] Do you get along with your parents? most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[38] Would you consider yourself 'popular'? not really, I'm just average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[39] Do you live in the country, burbs, or city? city, if you can call Bremen a city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[40] Most painful experience? when my parents got divorced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[41] Most happy experience? when I found out that Trent liked me. I had the biggest crush on him for years and was EXTATIC when someone told me he liked me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[42] Have you ever been stalked? I hope not, but if I have been, they were good at hiding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[43] Have you ever egged a house? nope, I'm a wuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[44] Do you go hunting (deer,duck,etc)? nope, just fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[45] Do you support PETA? sure why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More answers to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-5746255330613494148?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/5746255330613494148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=5746255330613494148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/5746255330613494148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/5746255330613494148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/12/since-i-am-little-on-blog-dry-spell-ive.html' title='Survey: Part 1'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-6797687134595569177</id><published>2008-11-20T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:28:12.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Symmetrical Ben</title><content type='html'>I took Ben's picture and made his face symmetric as well.&lt;br /&gt;(The top pictures are the orginal pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SSXxCRRbZXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kR7dwVeAXb4/s1600-h/BeniPod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270883960205567346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SSXxCRRbZXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kR7dwVeAXb4/s400/BeniPod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SSXwGR-OG-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/QI8Va26FrfM/s1600-h/BenBlue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270882929601289186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SSXwGR-OG-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/QI8Va26FrfM/s400/BenBlue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270884898624694786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SSXx45J-6gI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pueFdKfp2KI/s400/BenCrazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(above) By far, the funniest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.s.- I hope Trent posts his pictures on his blog. They are pretty funny as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-6797687134595569177?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/6797687134595569177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=6797687134595569177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/6797687134595569177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/6797687134595569177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/11/symmetrical-ben.html' title='Symmetrical Ben'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SSXxCRRbZXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kR7dwVeAXb4/s72-c/BeniPod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-5901050787190436934</id><published>2008-11-18T17:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:51:32.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Attractive?? I Think Not!</title><content type='html'>So today in my social psychology class I learned that people with more symmetric faces are more attractive. Now, I already know that my face is NOT symmetric. So I wanted to see what my face would look like if it were symmetric. Thanks to the magical workings of Photoshop and a little help from Trent, we found our results. Take a look... these are bound to get some laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(The top pictures are the original pictures)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270180210032197858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SSNw-nlDQOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0Xe3sSXUBIg/s400/AbbyPuppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(above) The bottom picture looks like Ben in a wig!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270181409414734754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SSNyEboIY6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/TTgWoHBGgEk/s400/AbbyBlue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Symmetry more attractive?!?! I THINK NOT! I think I'm better off not being symmetric, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics of Ben and Trent will be coming soon ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-5901050787190436934?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/5901050787190436934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=5901050787190436934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/5901050787190436934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/5901050787190436934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-attractive-i-think-not.html' title='More Attractive?? I Think Not!'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SSNw-nlDQOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0Xe3sSXUBIg/s72-c/AbbyPuppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-1225108547709487366</id><published>2008-11-13T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:59:51.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda at a loss for what to write about lately. Writer's block I guess. However, lately I've noticed that Trent and I talk about some of the most weird, random, eccentric things. Take today, for instance. At school, Trent sneezed and I said, "Bless you." Then he sneezed again and I said, "Alright, I'm not asking for God's blessing for TWO sneezes! You only get one sneeze blessing a day." And on the way home from school, he sneezed again. I forgot about our deal of only one sneeze blessing a day and accidently said "Bless you." He reminded me of our deal so I replied with, "Fine! Then.....condemn you!" He thought that was pretty funny but I guess you had to be there. Sometimes I wish I could record our conversations for all to hear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, tonight we were eating a very delicious, very healthy dinner consisting of Lean Pockets, Sunchips, and a cup of Ramen noodles, when I suddenly blurted out, "I wonder how we know where our mouths are...?" Trent just turned, looked at me, and began to laugh. Then after we got done eating, I asked Trent if he wanted to take some Pepto Bismol before he went to IUSB to watch a speaker. He laughed and said something along the lines of, "Heck no! Do you know how funny it would be if I had farties the whole night?" And I replied with, "Yeah right, more like squirties after eating &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; dinner!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of language is not uncommon for us. Some previous conversations have consisted of, "How would I ever know if the color I call 'blue' is the same color that you're seeing?" or "How does regular digestion take 20 hours but you can get diarrhea within 15 minutes?! How in the world does it go through you so fast?!" And just the other day I was talking to him about my philosophy class. I said, "Trent, I was thinking so hard about 'eternity' and it boggled my mind so much that I almost passed out! The room kinda went black for a second."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess once you're with someone for so long, and they know everything about you, there's really nothing else to talk about. Therefore, you have to talk about the silly things in life. All of life's little wonders and questions. So that's what I've been thinking about lately. I hope it made you at least giggle a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-1225108547709487366?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/1225108547709487366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=1225108547709487366' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/1225108547709487366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/1225108547709487366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/11/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-2491284493033714138</id><published>2008-11-05T13:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:35:21.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Reflection</title><content type='html'>Let's just get to it. I did not vote. Shame on me, some would say. I just plainly do not care for politics. They don't make me happy or mad. I have a neutral attitude toward the whole thing. Therefore, this election was quite entertaining for me. It was like a reality show. People just went crazy! haha and I just had to laugh every time I saw these two groups going at it. I could definetely see my social psychology classes coming into play as I watched. It was just all so entertaining to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remained very neutral with an "I really don't care" attitude. Up until yesterday. After talking to Trent on the way home from school, I began to wish that I had voted. I was starting to SLIGHTLY lean toward one candidate and I probably would've voted for this person had I actually registered to vote. I'm not going to tell you who I would've voted for. I would rather remain neutral to you, the reader. I don't want members of a certain group to hate me just because I would've voted for this particular candidate. You can try to guess all you want, but I'll never tell ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night it was so entertaining to watch as each state announced their projected winner. I was neither happy or mad that one of the candidates were either winning or losing. Even though I said I would've voted for one of them, my emotions still remained neutral as I heard the incoming results. In fact, this morning I was so excited just to hear the outcome of this craziness. I didn't care who won, I was just looking forward to seeing the drama that was going to unravel today! I turned on the TV, heard the outcome, and thought "Ok, now I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.......! Today I was a little excited/nervous to hear peoples' reactions to the outcome. How else could I describe it other than entertaining?! So that's that. I'm not particularly happy/upset that Obama won and not particularly happy/upset that McCain lost. I'm just, as always, "eh, whatev" :) No matter who got elected, I would still rather put my trust in God to be my leader than the president of our country. That's just what makes sense to me and probably the biggest reason why I didn't vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-2491284493033714138?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/2491284493033714138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=2491284493033714138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/2491284493033714138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/2491284493033714138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-reflection.html' title='Election Reflection'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-7973658222427085584</id><published>2008-11-02T19:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:38:00.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many *CrAzY* Faces of Abby Pt. 3</title><content type='html'>Here's the last of em, folks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264222129803934978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQ5GItG2vQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gUG0RgUX3bc/s320/rachelscam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving 07&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264222118501676066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQ5GIDAL9CI/AAAAAAAAAFc/X-HLEfXD-3g/s320/CIMG1594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chris and Tori's recepetion (Dec 07)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264222136625993650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQ5GJGhXF7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/G4EY-bt7dXs/s320/CIMG1735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Ben's 21st birthday (March 08)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264222651390547042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQ5GnEKy1GI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8ISa_Otorpc/s320/n781067969_369113_9074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was not drunk... seriously, not even close. Ask anyone lol (March 08)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQ5GmxFJfBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/a-LNkwAL-rY/s1600-h/CIMG1935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264222646266592274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQ5GmxFJfBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/a-LNkwAL-rY/s320/CIMG1935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before getting my wisdom teeth out (June 08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There you have it! I...... am a dork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-7973658222427085584?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/7973658222427085584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=7973658222427085584' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7973658222427085584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7973658222427085584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/11/many-crazy-faces-of-abby-pt-3.html' title='Many *CrAzY* Faces of Abby Pt. 3'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQ5GItG2vQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gUG0RgUX3bc/s72-c/rachelscam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-2591246285345192136</id><published>2008-10-29T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:28:21.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The *CrAzY* Faces of Abby Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>Some more of my crazy faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262563465791782738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQhhlwJ3v1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/60dKv8ShE8g/s320/CIMG0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting around a campfire (May 07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262563471598411186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQhhmFyR3bI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LVim7WGfjEI/s320/CIMG1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Late night Pizza Hut run! And feeling guilty about it (Aug 07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQhhmaaF3xI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LI3qqQDYr_0/s1600-h/CIMG1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262563477134106386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQhhmaaF3xI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LI3qqQDYr_0/s320/CIMG1213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeling fat from the Pizza Hut (Aug 07) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262563486791715202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQhhm-YpSYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xMmiLR2fvPI/s320/CIMG1220.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I dunno. (Aug 07)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262565360281781234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQhjUBrfA_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/tT-ka2It8O4/s320/CIMG1247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bored with homework (Sept 07)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262565341982254578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQhjS9giZfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/eGVhW9D_tdc/s320/CIMG1486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Girls Night (Nov 07)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262565357811508082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQhjT4eho3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/e0ZmkUkS1-A/s320/CIMG1403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rockin out at the Newsboys concert (Jan 08, maybe?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262565346754424418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQhjTPST7mI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ekc3sROv9fk/s320/CIMG1405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We're dorks (Jan 08?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;kbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Abs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-2591246285345192136?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/2591246285345192136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=2591246285345192136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/2591246285345192136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/2591246285345192136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-faces-of-abby-pt-2.html' title='The *CrAzY* Faces of Abby Pt. 2'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQhhlwJ3v1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/60dKv8ShE8g/s72-c/CIMG0827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-4784600103215329700</id><published>2008-10-26T19:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:22:18.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh no, you poop?"</title><content type='html'>Trent was thoroughly annoying the crap outta his dog (not literally). Hutch likes to "talk" to us a lot. Take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3L4_BkX1hQ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3L4_BkX1hQ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-4784600103215329700?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/4784600103215329700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=4784600103215329700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/4784600103215329700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/4784600103215329700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-no-you-poop.html' title='&quot;Oh no, you poop?&quot;'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-7270381622335682468</id><published>2008-10-26T18:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:31:06.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many *CrAzY* Faces of Abby Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>I stole Trent's idea. These pictures were taken from the Summer of 2005 to the Summer of 2007. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261588401535805170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQTqxivbZvI/AAAAAAAAADM/03ZIClzodmk/s320/paint+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first attempt at painting Trent's bedroom in Wyatt (summer 05)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261588413036175154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQTqyNlVHzI/AAAAAAAAADU/qbhPMMIZAnU/s320/pictures.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After school fun (Jan 06)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQTqy3gT9LI/AAAAAAAAADc/ia1EMSix-iA/s1600-h/being.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261588424289416370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQTqy3gT9LI/AAAAAAAAADc/ia1EMSix-iA/s320/being.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ate a few too many sunflower seeds (Jan 06)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261588429435674530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQTqzKrRn6I/AAAAAAAAADk/o3TptuxIcSY/s320/CIMG0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"IUSB lady" face (Dec 06)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261589942327806642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQTsLOo3irI/AAAAAAAAADs/3S2I0S6b21U/s320/CIMG0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"fat Abby" (Dec 06)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261589959995713202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQTsMQdOZrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6y_EfTkjlTQ/s320/CIMG0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Year's Eve with my best (Dec 06)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261589977940867362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQTsNTTruSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Yv_NiWHL3P8/s320/CIMG0684.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a hole-in-one while mini golfing in FL (May 07)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261590004291965426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQTsO1eRkfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sj-gdwSomPA/s320/CIMG0731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very disgusting jelly beans, maybe rotten egg flavored? (May 07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261589988300652162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQTsN55pfoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lgsP5GDLwJ0/s320/CIMG0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sad b/c it was our last day in FL (May 07)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261590682057502034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQTs2SWK7VI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iBW7Q0U9tCw/s320/CIMG0805.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;On the ride home from FL (May o7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;More to come! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-7270381622335682468?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/7270381622335682468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=7270381622335682468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7270381622335682468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7270381622335682468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/10/many-crazy-faces-of-abby-pt-1.html' title='The Many *CrAzY* Faces of Abby Pt. 1'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SQTqxivbZvI/AAAAAAAAADM/03ZIClzodmk/s72-c/paint+6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-6705303175896481245</id><published>2008-10-12T20:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:24:51.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you really surprised? Didn't think so.</title><content type='html'>So Trent, Todd, and I went to Fred and Judy's for some church business. After we got things hatched out, Fred pulled out the wii. After some mad games of mariokart, it was time to get fit. We tried skiing, tight rope walking, but it all ended up in a mad hoola-hooping competition between Trent and Todd. Of course, I have videos. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cu0e_71OD8Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cu0e_71OD8Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ynNCmDZEWKY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ynNCmDZEWKY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about your neck, I never figured out how to rotate the videos. I can't even do it on my camera. Oh well. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-6705303175896481245?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/6705303175896481245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=6705303175896481245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/6705303175896481245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/6705303175896481245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-really-surprised-didnt-think-so.html' title='Are you really surprised? Didn&apos;t think so.'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-2381839136408599965</id><published>2008-10-09T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:25:42.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary in the Windy City</title><content type='html'>Me and Trent's anniversary getaway to Chicago was great. We had a good time walking for miles, people watching, shopping without buying anything, eating huge messy bbq burgers, and chasing disease-ridden pigeons. Hooray for 5 years! I have pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255327988108417794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SO6s9hVe2wI/AAAAAAAAACc/d-7jJ796CTY/s320/CIMG2211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255328352258110610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SO6tSt5iNJI/AAAAAAAAACk/PR-RYJmnJEw/s320/CIMG2215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255328644681207458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SO6tjvQojqI/AAAAAAAAACs/wkl9BLpamco/s320/CIMG2218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255329087366387282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SO6t9gZAVlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/x0WMEs1HBms/s320/CIMG2220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255329447997240066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SO6uSf2GcwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cTE6-Zzshco/s320/CIMG2230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255329785828628818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SO6umKXYWVI/AAAAAAAAADE/AoPHT6G-00g/s320/CIMG2232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-2381839136408599965?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/2381839136408599965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=2381839136408599965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/2381839136408599965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/2381839136408599965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/10/anniversary-in-windy-city.html' title='Anniversary in the Windy City'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SO6s9hVe2wI/AAAAAAAAACc/d-7jJ796CTY/s72-c/CIMG2211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-5003037645172444498</id><published>2008-10-09T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:57:34.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>What a week! It pretty much FLEW by. I had two midterms on Wednesday in philosophy and russian art history. Then today, I had two more tests in math and social psychology. I really hope I got an A on my art exam and maybe an A+ on my math test. I dont know, we will see :D Well, since my brain is pretty much fried from studying for a week, I'll just post about the message at church last week. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message was about the Resurrection and Heaven. The first point was: Heaven is the place where God is and where God's will is done. When the second coming comes, Heaven and earth will be the same. God will come to us here on earth. Also, when I die, I sleep in Christ (or am with Christ). The day will come when I will be raised and given my spiritual body. So, I will always have a body, not just be a floating spirit. The return of Jesus as King is the same as the great resurrection and the establishment of Heaven. Also, Heaven is the place for no grief. I won't be sad. I WILL see my relatives, but my vision will be so fixed on God that they won't matter to me. At the resurrection, my eternal condition is fixed. To sum it up: Heaven is the restored, renewed, earth made fit for God to dwell with his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-5003037645172444498?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/5003037645172444498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=5003037645172444498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/5003037645172444498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/5003037645172444498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/10/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-8961157858279036685</id><published>2008-10-02T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:24:59.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2nd</title><content type='html'>Today is THE day for Trent and me. It's our day. We have proclaimed it to be OUR day. It's our anniversary! Exactly 5 years ago today, we were heading to the mall in Trent's jeep after I just got done with cheerleading practice. He was seeking some new cologne and on the way up to the mall, we got to talking about "us." You see, during this time, a lot of people were asking us if we were officially a "couple" yet and we never knew how to answer them. We had been talking and hanging out for a few months previous to this but nothing other than that. So, in the jeep, on the way to U.P. Mall in search for some cologne, Trent and I agreed to be boyfriend and girlfriend. And we even shook on it. The rest is history. Today we exchanged gifts and tomorrow we're heading to Chicago to just hang out, eat some amazing food, and be mushy. It's going to be great. Happy Anniversary, babe. I love you. (imyours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252732316866866770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SOV0NkcQblI/AAAAAAAAACU/4LFyn7ISzbI/s320/CIMG2209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, he bought Lucky brand cologne and he now wears it only on our Anniversary.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-8961157858279036685?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/8961157858279036685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=8961157858279036685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/8961157858279036685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/8961157858279036685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-2nd.html' title='October 2nd'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SOV0NkcQblI/AAAAAAAAACU/4LFyn7ISzbI/s72-c/CIMG2209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-6214744407619707112</id><published>2008-10-01T09:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:17:41.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer to the Psychology Post</title><content type='html'>Thank you to those of you who posted your 5 characteristics. It was interesting to me to see what you came up with. So here's the big reveal. The theory that we talked about in my social psych class was that when people are asked to say words that describe themselves, they will typically use words that make them unique to other people. Let me explain- none of you used the word "American." Why? Because we're all American here. Now if you were in, let's say, England, you might use the word "American" to describe yourself. This is because more than likely, there aren't going to be other Americans around you. Get it? In class, I didn't say "student" because there were already a class full of students. Instead, I chose to say "twin" because I knew that I was probably going to be the only twin in the class. We choose these words in order to make ourselves unique to others around us. *whew* you can rest peacefully now that you know the answer to psych question :) And now I will leave you with a hilarious video that I captured Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BaFwXbl9quk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BaFwXbl9quk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-6214744407619707112?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/6214744407619707112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=6214744407619707112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/6214744407619707112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/6214744407619707112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/10/answer-to-psychology-post.html' title='Answer to the Psychology Post'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-8508158651768093980</id><published>2008-09-30T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:40:04.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays @6 on the 27th of 9th in 08</title><content type='html'>I really enjoyed this week's message. It was just really comforting to me because I struggle with constantly worrying about dying and if I'm truly "saved" or not. Well, this week's message kind of put some of those apprehensions behind me and I feel a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. The overall message was about what happens when I die. Let me tell ya, there's a little bit of a shocker at the end ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the message started with the point that when I was born, I was physically alive but spritually dead. This is because when I was a baby, I had no clue about God and I only cared about myself- getting fed and having my diaper changed. My physical arrow was pointing up but my spiritual arrow was pointing down. However, when I became a Christian, I was both physically and spiritually alive. Both arrows were pointing up. And then I will die. As one can imagine, I will obviously be physically dead. Here's the shocker (well, one of them): when I die, I will still be spiritually alive. Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die my spiritual condition is fixed. What does this mean? NOW is the time (when I'm alive) to change my spiritual condition. Because after I die, I will either be spiritually ALIVE (with Jesus) or spiritually DEAD (not with Jesus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next point is that followers of Jesus (after they die) are with Jesus and only Jesus. No one else is with me. Not other dead family members or my dog that died a few years ago. Just Jesus. *gasp* WHAT?! I won't even meet up with my other family members who have died?! That's the 2nd shocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the shocker of all shockers: After I die, I'm not going to Heaven. Followers of Jesus go to PARADISE after they die to be with only Jesus. I stay in Paradise with Jesus and wait for the 2nd coming. While I'm in Paradise, I am asleep. Think about it- when I am in a deep sleep now, I have not a care in the world. I am at peace and nothing can bother me. This is why I don't really care that I don't see my family. I am content being with just Jesus because I am asleep. I hope this makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there becomes a HEAVEN when the 2nd coming of Jesus occurs. AND Heaven will not be in the sky somewhere, it will be here- on earth. The earth will be "restored" and Heaven will be here. I know that Heaven will be here, but I'm not exactly sure where Hell will be. :) C'mon, I don't have all the answers! :) But I do know that non-followers of Jesus, after they die, go to Hades where they are alone. They are not partying with their friends, they are pretty much in solitary confinement. And they weep and gnash their teeth because they wish they were with Jesus in Paradise. As for me, no thank you. I would much rather be asleep with Jesus in Paradise waiting for the earth to be restored into Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Just thinking about this puts me at ease. I can't wait (but I will, I'm not about to commit suicide or anything!) to die and just be with Jesus. Most of all, I can't wait to SLEEP! I love sleep! Ahhhh so relaxing. Alright, I hope this post made a shred of sense to you. It makes perfect sense to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-8508158651768093980?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/8508158651768093980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=8508158651768093980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/8508158651768093980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/8508158651768093980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturdays-6-on-27th-of-9th-in-08.html' title='Saturdays @6 on the 27th of 9th in 08'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-7028595124534535310</id><published>2008-09-26T17:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:44:00.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Extravaganza!</title><content type='html'>Trent and I were first-time homemade pizza makers as of today. Last night, we bought supplies from Woodie's to make the dough and sauce. It was so fun! He's got pictures on his &lt;a href="http://www.trentmiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; from last night. We actually made the pizzas today after I got home from work. And I work at Pizza Hut. hhmmm... I brought home garlic bread at least. Anyway, our pizzas turned out fantastic! They were simple pepperoni and cheese. One thing we would change for next time though is to not make the crust so thick. But that's it! So while Trent is sleeping off his full pizza belly, I'm going to post the videos I took from today before he gets a chance to! HAHA I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this video, I'm kinda interviewing Trent about our pizza day. p.s.- don't mind my burp at the end LOL I was eating a leftover Dairy Queen blizzard. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cR8G6K2rktw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cR8G6K2rktw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is his first taste of our fabuloso pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U-fLpUdjibs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U-fLpUdjibs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-7028595124534535310?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/7028595124534535310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=7028595124534535310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7028595124534535310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7028595124534535310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/09/pizza-extravaganza.html' title='Pizza Extravaganza!'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-2991785217494146128</id><published>2008-09-25T12:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:45:56.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I sure do love Psychology :D</title><content type='html'>Right now in my Social Psych class we are studying identity, self-esteem, dispositions, self-concepts and the like. During class on Tuesday, my professor did a little experiment and wrote on the chalk board 10 words that described him. Some of his were: suspenders (he always wears suspenders. He's a big guy), overweight (hence the suspenders), professor, engaged... and others. Then he asked someone in the class to come up with their 10 words. No one would participate so he asked the whole class if they would just tell him 1. Some responses were: hard-working, married, clumsy... etc. I raised my hand and said "twin." Now, there's a little trick to this experiment. What I'm asking from you, the reader, is to give me only 5 words that would describe YOU. Write them in a comment because I want to see if what you tell me goes along with the theory we talked about in class. Thanks for participating! :D ( ilovepsych )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- Once I get a few people to do this, I'll let you in on the experiment findings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-2991785217494146128?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/2991785217494146128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=2991785217494146128' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/2991785217494146128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/2991785217494146128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-sure-do-love-psychology-d.html' title='I sure do love Psychology :D'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-9139779406020872106</id><published>2008-09-24T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:56:08.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays @6 on the 20th of the 9th in 08</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was somewhat odd. Jim had to leave Bremen to see his Mom in Arizona for the week. So instead of having someone else from our church speak, Fred videotaped Jim earlier and we just watched Jim on the projector giving the message. I'm not gonna lie, I was a little distracted by this and had a hard time paying attention to the message. Luckily we have outlines of the message printed out that we can write on, so that saved me. Although, I'm still having a hard time grasping what the message was about. I know that it was about Small Groups again and dealt with heaven. The only thing I wrote down was: comfort/encourage each other in order to love each other. I'm not quite sure what this has to do with heaven, but it's definetely something to take away and apply to my life. In order to love someone, I MUST comfort and encourage them in whatever they do. Yep. That's about it. Sorry guys, I was a little spacey last Saturday with the projector and all. :-/ Next week will be better, I promise! kbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-9139779406020872106?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/9139779406020872106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=9139779406020872106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/9139779406020872106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/9139779406020872106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturdays-6-on-20th-of-9th-in-08.html' title='Saturdays @6 on the 20th of the 9th in 08'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-4294420506781260105</id><published>2008-09-24T09:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:28:18.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Wednesdays</title><content type='html'>As you may or may not have noticed, most of the time I blog on Wednesdays. That's because I have a break between my 2 classes from 12:45-2:30. However, today is different. On Monday and Wednesday mornings I come over to Trent's house, get on his computer, and do my homework that's due for that day. Yes, I do my homework the DAY it's due. Don't judge me. :) Like I said, today is different however. For both of my assignments that are due today, I thought they were either due last week or on Monday. Nope. They're due today. Therefore, they're already done! What a wonderful feeling!! *sigh of relief* I like this. A weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I can do anything this morning! I could've woken up at 9 instead of 7, but I didn't. I like coming over here in the mornings. But today I was wondering what I was going to do all morning. Then it hit me: BLOG! I've been slacking on the blogging lately. Oops :-/ So as I listen to James Blunt, be prepared to read, this may be a long one as I catch you up on my.....well, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have been asking me how I like living in my new apartment. To be honest...... I love it! However, I don't really like the screaming kids that live below us and wake me up at 1:30am or the partiers that go on their balcony at 4:30am and talk/laugh very loud. Those, I could live without. But what makes up for it is the fact that I get to live with my sister. I've lost touch with my Mom and sister over the past few years. It wasn't anyone's fault, it just kinda happened. But anyway, we're beginning to mend those relationships and we've already had a few heart-felt talks with lots of crying. It's a new beginning for us as mother and her daughters. I just love it. I try to be home more often so I can start to develop an independent personality. But I really like being at home so I can see my sister and hear about her day. (I just took a little intermission to make egg sandwiches with Trent. We danced silly in the kitchen. We have fun.) I kinda lost my train of thought. Alright, I like talking and hanging out with my sister everyday but I especially like Wednesdays cuz we go and visit my Mom. You see, my sister used to live with my Mom, and now that my sister and I live together, my Mom is feeling a bit "empty-nested." So we came up with a plan to visit her every Wednesday. (fyi: last week my sister and I also visited my Dad in Granger where he now lives with his girlfriend. They cooked dinner for us, and my Dad took us for a ride in his new car. It was a nice time.) Anyway, we eat and talk and laugh and sometimes cry. It's great. To sum it up: no more awkwardness between us. I'm learning how to have a typical mother-daughter, sister-sister relationship. It just makes me feel so good, what can I say? Alright, enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Basically, moving into this apartment with my sister was probably the best thing that has happened to me in awhile. I feel different, like my life has a new direction. Many relationships are changing for the better and it's amazing. I haven't been this happy in a long time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-4294420506781260105?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/4294420506781260105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=4294420506781260105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/4294420506781260105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/4294420506781260105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-heart-wednesdays.html' title='I heart Wednesdays'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-7363673895397033998</id><published>2008-09-17T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:02:48.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays @6 on the 13th of the 9th in 08</title><content type='html'>Sorry so late about posting this 4 days later. I haven't had a whole lot of down time between school, homework, church, and social time. However, tonight I have some time to talk about last week's church service. I didn't post about last week because we had a baptism night last Saturday. We did it out at Huff's pond and it was great! I think about 8-10 people got baptized and there was food too! lol. Anyway, about this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point of it was about small groups and how being in groups keeps us accountable. It was a great message for me to hear because the message was a lot about being connected with other people. It just fit with what's going on in my life now. Things are changing and it's good. Basically, it's good to have...just.... PEOPLE around you! Especially ones you love :) but anyway! Back to the message. Some of the points were that God created for community or togetherness, because when God created man, he realized that man needed a companion. It's good for people to be and talk together. Another point was that people don't feel loved because they don't love others. And it's not love if I make it about myself. If I make it about others, then it's love. Does this make sense? Sorry, I'm watching a re-run of Friends and I can't really concentrate. :) Ok, the point that I really understood and could apply to my life was that I hold up a "DO NOT ENTER" sign to everyone except maybe 2 people. I need to learn to put the sign down and let people in to open myself up to love. So that was really the point that hit me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to go study for my social psych test tomorrow! It's gonna be a doozy. Good night world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-7363673895397033998?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/7363673895397033998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=7363673895397033998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7363673895397033998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7363673895397033998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturdays-6-on-13th-of-9th-in-08.html' title='Saturdays @6 on the 13th of the 9th in 08'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-6425539910153463707</id><published>2008-09-10T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:33:18.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years later...</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of my freshman year at IUSB, I had a xanga website. It's pretty much the same as this, but for a younger generation. My first post in xanga was October 6, 2005. Wow. Almost 3 years ago. That seems like forever ago. But it's fun for me to go back and see what I was thinking/feeling/wondering about when I was only 18 years old. It's amazing how people change so much in so little time. Anyway, one post I made on November 7, 2005, contained a list of things I enjoyed. I looked at the list and a lot of those things I still enjoy. But now there are so many new things. Soooooo.... here's my updated, newer, September 10, 2008 list of things I enjoy. Here it goes! (the majority of them are actually from my old xanga post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things I enjoy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping for other people&lt;br /&gt;visiting relatives&lt;br /&gt;napping with Trent&lt;br /&gt;dressing down&lt;br /&gt;falling asleep to the sound of rain (with no thunder, lightning, or wind)&lt;br /&gt;game nights at my Mom's&lt;br /&gt;going shopping with my mom and sister- "the girls"&lt;br /&gt;the smell of Trent's deodorant&lt;br /&gt;car rides to new places&lt;br /&gt;taking hot showers on cold days&lt;br /&gt;tight hugs&lt;br /&gt;being alone&lt;br /&gt;eating Chao Cajun at U.P.&lt;br /&gt;singing very loud in my car&lt;br /&gt;hugging my Mom&lt;br /&gt;making my sister laugh&lt;br /&gt;listening to Norah Jones at night when I get ready for bed&lt;br /&gt;taking a shower in the middle of the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;hearing my Mom's voice&lt;br /&gt;making my brother laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;Trent's big blue-grey eyes&lt;br /&gt;my cute little toes&lt;br /&gt;seeing my Dad smile&lt;br /&gt;sneezing&lt;br /&gt;brushing my teeth&lt;br /&gt;lazy Sundays&lt;br /&gt;hearing Trent's mom laugh&lt;br /&gt;making Hutch "talk"&lt;br /&gt;afternoon naps&lt;br /&gt;being in the passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;casual bike rides&lt;br /&gt;listening to slow songs on my iPod while people watching&lt;br /&gt;learning about anything and everything in my random classes&lt;br /&gt;egg sandwiches before school&lt;br /&gt;watching Trent grill&lt;br /&gt;filling out surveys&lt;br /&gt;making dough at work&lt;br /&gt;"window shopping" at ae.com&lt;br /&gt;deep conversations around campfires&lt;br /&gt;and finally... thinking of things I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to visit my xanga site just to see what I was into when I was 18-20 years old, the website is &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/rellima05"&gt;www.xanga.com/rellima05&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-6425539910153463707?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/6425539910153463707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=6425539910153463707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/6425539910153463707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/6425539910153463707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-years-later.html' title='3 years later...'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-1725121348174878015</id><published>2008-09-07T19:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:10:05.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday mornings at the Hut</title><content type='html'>Since school has started and I have classes through the week from Mon-Thurs, that allows me to work only on the weekends. Working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturdays&lt;/span&gt; and Sundays aren't the best, but it's a real treat to work on Fridays. How are they different? -you might be asking yourself. Well on Fridays, I get to make dough! Pizza dough that is. Bremen is one in only a handful of Pizza Hut's that actually make their dough fresh in the mornings instead of buying it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-made frozen. That means that I have to wake up at 6am and be at work by 6:30am to make (15) 220oz bags of dough. But the thing is, I love it! It's like going to an art class. Portioning and mixing the water, oil, and bags of powder that contains all the bread-making ingredients (flour, yeast... you know, the usual). Then rolling it out and stretching it to fit the pan. *Sigh* I just love it. Being alone from 6:30am-9am with my dough. Just a little slice of heaven. I love it so much that I decided to give my readers a peek into Pizza Hut to see how things are done. Here is a gallery of my pizza dough-making sequence. This is how to make Hand Tossed dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is the powder with the water/oil mixture in the massive mixer. We've recently added oil to the mixture to make the crust less tough and taste sweeter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243421444761596818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SMRgBe6uM5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/G8tcz4URsuk/s320/CIMG2145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's what it looks like after 6 minutes when it's done mixing. The big hook swirls around in circles and comes out of the mixer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243422116421363602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SMRgolC455I/AAAAAAAAAAo/I0CAi-fSzYE/s320/CIMG2146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the mixing is over, I take out the dough and put it on this table. This amount is only two bags of dough so it was easy to get out of the mixer :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243422887147018002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SMRhVcONFxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wSeyo4u2fg8/s320/CIMG2147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, I have to cut and weigh each individual piece of dough. I cut a piece off and weigh it: a small weighs 9oz, mediums are 16oz, and larges are 22oz. I only made smalls and mediums with this batch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243423925041647330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SMRiR2rkTuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/acyA9tAr5Yo/s320/CIMG2148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By hand, I have to get the dough as round as possible, making sure to get rid of all the rough edges. With this batch, I made 10 smalls and 25 mediums. Only 25 more mediums and 40 larges to go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243424723339947650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SMRjAUktroI/AAAAAAAAABA/3pwNL7lNRsU/s320/CIMG2149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's time to roll out the dough. We use a machine to roll it out flat and this is how they come out onto the pan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243425486606957778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SMRjsv9v_NI/AAAAAAAAABI/1FKr9-4mLtA/s320/CIMG2150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, by hand, I have to stretch the dough to the edge and perforate it. The perforations keep the dough from rising in the cooler and also keeps it from getting huge bubbles in the oven. This dough is ready to be sauced, cheesed, topped, and put into the oven!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243426295897125906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SMRkb2zj9BI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PBqHrokTlpY/s320/CIMG2152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But until then, it will get a lid and be kept in the walk-in cooler to be used throughout the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243426945049280146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SMRlBpFfvpI/AAAAAAAAABY/DZ751k_QPac/s320/CIMG2153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you have it. My Friday mornings at the Hut. Fridays are our busiest days therefore we make the most dough on that day. Last Friday I made 1 bag of thin dough, 7 bags of pan dough, and 8 bags of hand tossed dough. That's 10 smalls, 50 mediums, and 30 larges of pan dough. Plus 10 smalls, 50 mediums, and 45 larges of hand tossed. To sum it up, it took me 3.5 hours to make. If you liked this post and want me to show you how I make pan dough, let me know in a comment. I would be happy to :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Abby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-1725121348174878015?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/1725121348174878015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=1725121348174878015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/1725121348174878015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/1725121348174878015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-mornings-at-hut.html' title='Friday mornings at the Hut'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SMRgBe6uM5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/G8tcz4URsuk/s72-c/CIMG2145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-6301517080262052829</id><published>2008-09-04T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:59:10.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be in bed...</title><content type='html'>Here I am typing my second post of the day. It's a little past 10:30, my teeth have been brushed, my face has been washed, and I took out my eyes (a phrase my Mom always uses when she means 'I took out my contacts.') Speaking of my Mom, she is the reason I am actually staying awake to type this post. I was just on my way to my bedroom when a phrase popped into my head: There's no praise like a Mother's praise. It's just something that came to me, it's not famous or anything. Anyway, my Mom took my sister and I out to dinner tonight (I'm still full, by the way) and she met us at our apartment after she got done with work. A few minutes after I got home, my Mom says something along the lines of "Nice lamps, Ab!" I nonchalantly (dictionary.com, I actually spelled it right!) responded with "Thanks! Rachel and I are good decorators." Although my Mom's comment didn't mean much to me at the time, tonight while I was doing my nightly 'going to bed' routine, her comment sank in and it made me just feel so good! It's good to get praised every once in awhile, but when I know it comes from a genuine person like my Mom, it made me feel so good. And she wasn't even saying something like "Abby you still look great even though you've gained 14lbs over the summer" or "Your hair looks cute no matter how short I cut it" or "Good job making the Dean's List for the second time." No cliche self-esteem boosting praises at all, just "nice lamps." I have no idea why, but it just made me feel so loved. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, at dinner we were talking about my earlier post about how there's nothing I can do to make God love me more or less. My Mom said that that's true for parents too and I agree. Even picking out good lamps at Walmart makes my Mom proud. I think God would be proud of our lamps too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- this post probably just made my Mom's day...or even week! :) Thanks Mom, I can rest easy tonight knowing that there's nothing I can do to make you love me more or less. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-6301517080262052829?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/6301517080262052829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=6301517080262052829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/6301517080262052829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/6301517080262052829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-should-be-in-bed.html' title='I should be in bed...'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-7437307409325074510</id><published>2008-09-03T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:45:00.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays @6 on the 30th of the 8th in 08</title><content type='html'>I lied. I did remember to bring home my notes from the service last Saturday. But I have a good excuse for lying! Amongst all the hustle and bustle of moving, my notes got lost in the black hole I like to call 'my purse'. So here is my recap of last week's message: Old Self-New Self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This will be brief)&lt;br /&gt;Considering we are approaching our baptism night this coming Saturday, last week's message was about just that- baptism. Some of the main points were that baptism means that I am immersed in Jesus. When I am baptized, I get into Jesus, not Jesus into me. God says, "come and live with me." Not "let me live in you." A few more points are that when I am baptized I: die to my old self and am raised to new life(self). I take off my old self and put on my new self. Basically, the old me is gone and there is a new me. I am a new creation. Lastly, followers of Jesus: (1) are new people and (2) get a do-over/fresh start. The point is that Jesus doesn't want me to carry my old junk around because I am a new creation. What's in the past doesn't matter. It's wiped clean according to Him. Does this mean that my future sins will send me to Hell? Nope. Everyday I can get a fresh start by saying, "Today I die to myself and I live to Christ."&lt;br /&gt;I hope I interpreted this okay in my little mind. :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-7437307409325074510?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/7437307409325074510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=7437307409325074510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7437307409325074510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7437307409325074510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturdays-6-on-30th-of-8th-in-08.html' title='Saturdays @6 on the 30th of the 8th in 08'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-3543575323525054139</id><published>2008-09-01T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:41:39.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Guys</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day since my last posting that I've even looked at my blog. To say that least, it's been a CrAzY time since last wednesday. Thursday night I pretty much packed up my whole life and moved into my new apartment Friday morning. Finished moving Friday night and hung out with some friends til the wee hours of the night. (*laughing* because as I am typing this, Trent is singing/playing his piano behind me; singing about me "clickity-clack her fingers as they roll!"... and now he has discovered that I am typing this and now he's singing about what I just typed) LOL anyway! Saturday morning I had an eye appointment at 9am (not good considering I went to bed at 1:30am) and went shopping with my roomate (my sister) to buy groceries and other "homey" things for our apartment. Saturday night was church night and it was good as usual. After church, Trent and I went back to my apartment to sort through boxes and put my bed together. Sunday morning I worked from 10am-2pm and FINALLY got a chance to relax after work. I took a nap at Trent's then went back to my apartment to help my sister move some of her things in. We were gonna go to the blueberry festival fireworks Sunday night but decided we had enough excitement for one weekend and seeing fireworks was just another thing to do. Today was so great because we had nothing planned. We just hung up some curtains and shelves at my place and came back to Trent's house to study for our day back to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably make another post in the near future containing a more in-depth description of my big move. But for now, I'm utterly exhausted from this weekend. Wow! It was busy. Also, I'm sorry to say that I won't be posting about the church service from this past Saturday. I feel so bad that I forgot to do it yesterday; but today I realized that I even forgot to bring home the outline that had all my notes from the message on it. Oops. The second week of trying to do this thing and I forget to bring my notes home. *sigh* what am I gonna do? I will tell you that it was about baptism though. Maybe I can squeeze in some time this week and blog about it. We'll see! Ok I need to go home and let Trent get some studying done. kbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-3543575323525054139?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/3543575323525054139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=3543575323525054139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/3543575323525054139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/3543575323525054139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry-guys.html' title='Sorry Guys'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-3640689949021281193</id><published>2008-08-27T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:48:29.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The second "1st day of school"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to my second 1st day of school. If this doesn't make sense, I have the same classes on Mon and Wed and different classes on Tue and Thurs. At 10:00 I had my rediculously easy math class. Our professor made us go around and tell her our name, major, and what we think about math. When it got to be my turn I said, "My name is Abby Miller, I'm a psych major, and I'm not too nervous about this class." All the people in their are so talkative so I already made friends with the people I sit around. It will be fun. After math, Trent and I have a break until 1:00 when our last class starts. During our break we usually go to lunch so we went to McDonald's. Oh yum. I got a 6-piece 'mcnugget' and a small fry. It's cheap. And Trent got 2 double cheeseburgers off of the dollar menu. He's cheap. After lunch we went to the library just to chill out before our last class. I, of course, did my ritual 'chill out' routine by playing sudoku and Trent read his textbooks. My social psychology class started at 1:00 and it's going to be really interesting. It's a different view of psychology, I kinda like it. The professor is pretty neat too. That's about it for that class. We left the school at about 2:15 and headed home for our jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said jog. I haven't jogged since my freshman year of high school when they made us take P.E. Trent and I decided to do something physical for our 'couple bonding time' and I suggested jogging together after our Tue/Thurs classes. WHY?! did I have to suggest jogging. I hate jogging. I don't know what I was thinking. I am so out of shape it's rediculous. While we were jogging I felt like my heart was going to explode. I was gasping for air after a minute into our jog. To keep a long story short, my legs are rediculously sore and I almost fell down the stairs this morning because of it. I don't know if I'll be able to make it tomorrow. We'll see! So there you go- my second 1st day of school is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abbynormal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-3640689949021281193?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/3640689949021281193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=3640689949021281193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/3640689949021281193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/3640689949021281193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/08/second-1st-day-of-school.html' title='The second &quot;1st day of school&quot;'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-4193452616337552587</id><published>2008-08-25T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:36:49.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can you get me some ibuprofen??"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SLMyENIPGcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KLeE0LeBBxw/s1600-h/CIMG2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238585839387089346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SLMyENIPGcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KLeE0LeBBxw/s320/CIMG2128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I went to bed around 10:15. Started out sleeping on my right side. 10 minutes later, rolled over to my stomach. A few minutes later, I was on my left side. Then I ended up laying on my back. Finally at about 11:00 I texted Trent with "I can't sleep." Yep, it's definetely the night before school starts. Luckily, about a minute later after I texted Trent, he called me cuz he was just getting ready to go to bed. After he talked to me for a few minutes, I finally went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I woke up at 8 cuz I wanted to straighten my hair and "make a good impression." :) It's a girl thing. It took me about 1.5 hours to get ready then I headed over to Trent's. We got to school, had a heck-of-a-time finding a parking space (like always on the first day of fall semester), but we eventually got to our 11:30 classes. My first class was Intro to Philosophy with a professor that Trent had taken a few years ago. I was so suprised when I saw THREE people that I already knew and felt comfortable talking to. We just did the typical first-day-of-class things like go through the syllabus and do a little group activity. Next, at 1:00 I had my Information Literacy class in the library. It's basically just a required class that teaches us how to use the resources in the library. It's only worth 1 credit and we meet for 50 minutes once a week. It will be cake. My last class of the day started at 2:30 and it's pretty much Russian Art History. GAG. It's not that I don't like art history but &lt;strong&gt;Russian&lt;/strong&gt;?? At least the professor is funny. That class got over at 3:45 and Trent and I headed back to his house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason on our way home, I started to feel very nauseous. I had a throbbing headache (probably from the information overload) and felt really hot. I wore pants today cuz they always have the AC cranked way up so I'm usually freezing all day. Turns out- not a good idea for the ride home. We got back to Trent's and I went upstairs to the TV room, turned on the fan, pulled my pants and shirt up, and sprawled out on the couch. Trent came up and said, "Do you want my vegetable soup that I'm making?" I said no but asked as he was walking down the stairs, "But can you get me some ibuprofen??" He likes to take care of me :) So needless to say I feel better now, school has started, and things are moving along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Abs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-4193452616337552587?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/4193452616337552587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=4193452616337552587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/4193452616337552587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/4193452616337552587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-you-get-me-some-ibuprofen.html' title='&quot;Can you get me some ibuprofen??&quot;'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SLMyENIPGcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KLeE0LeBBxw/s72-c/CIMG2128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-1952220207130644719</id><published>2008-08-24T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:35:16.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's @6 on the 23rd of the 8th in 08</title><content type='html'>Before I start the point of this post, I'd like to describe my position at my church- Horizon Ministries. Currently I am the 'master sound technician' (lol my own made-up title) which means I control all the sound during the service. I use a soundboard which has all the microphones and instruments plugged into it. When you see a video, I unmute the computer audio button; when you hear the band rock out, I unmute all the instruments and mics; and when you hear Pastor Jim speak, unfortunately, I unmute his mic. (Haha! totally joking around on that last part... sorry Jim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not just the unmute button that's in play, I also have to keep a close listen to the volume and other aspects of sound. This is especially the case when I mix sound for the band. Is the electric guitar too loud? Turn it down. Why can't I hear Brittany singing? Turn her up. Does Trent's guitar sound too tinny? Turn down the treble. Does the violinist have a solo coming up? Turn it up. I also have to keep a close listen when Jim speaks. Why is Jim yelling?! Turn him down! (LOL man I am so sorry Jim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may be thinking, "How in the world can she listen to the message when she is constantly worrying about the sound of everything?" Well, the truth is, I can't. Most nights I go home and I don't have a clue about what was said. And it's not the fact that it wasn't a good message, it's just that I was too concerned about "was that too loud or too quiet??" THEREFORE, I have devised a plan to solve this problem. I WILL pay attention to the message and (hopefully) every Sunday I will post about what was said. This is my way to reflect on the previous night's message as well as give my readers a little taste of what we believe at Horizon. Don't worry, they will be short and to the point :) So here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most significant thing that I took away from last night's message (Aug 23) was the difference between religion and Christianity. Basically, religion is about the DO and Christianity is about the DONE. Religion is all about doing good things and not doing bad things in order to get into heaven- I have to be good or God will punish me. But Christianity is all about not having to earn my way into heaven by doing good things because Jesus already took care of it when he died on the cross. I don't have to DO anything, just accept that it's already been done through Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more points that I found particularly comforting were: there is &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; I can do to make God love me more (doing good deeds)- it's not in my hands. And also: there is &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; I can do to make God love me less(even if I totally reject him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, Christianity is not about getting my ticket punched and going to Heaven. It's about my &lt;strong&gt;relationship &lt;/strong&gt;with Jesus and bringing him to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-1952220207130644719?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/1952220207130644719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=1952220207130644719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/1952220207130644719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/1952220207130644719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturdays-6-on-23rd-of-8th-in-08.html' title='Saturday&apos;s @6 on the 23rd of the 8th in 08'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793051841867416861.post-7049631047447133915</id><published>2008-08-24T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:34:22.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World!</title><content type='html'>Due to popular demand and a smidge of peer pressure, I have decided to create a blog. I've actually been thinking about creating one for awhile but was very hesitant. Let me tell ya, this took some major thought-processing. Weighing the pros and cons and all that jazz. I just kept thinking, "I have nothing to write about. My life isn't very exciting." Then I heard someone say, "I just like reading about peoples' day-to-day lives." So that's what did it for me. That one sentence was my trigger to start this blog. It's not gonna be about my awe-inspiring ideas or outlooks on life or even a 'how-to' guide on how I think YOU should live your life. I'll try to just keep it about my day-to-day routine and funny/lighthearted stories that happen to me. So.... enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abby (or Abs, or AbbyNormal, or Babs, or Scabs, or Flabby Abby- take your pick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- For those of you who don't already know, I have been dating this guy named &lt;a href="http://www.trentmiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trent Miles &lt;/a&gt;for about 5 years now. He's my best friend and I will try my darndest NOT to write about him in every single post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793051841867416861-7049631047447133915?l=abbyrm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/feeds/7049631047447133915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793051841867416861&amp;postID=7049631047447133915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7049631047447133915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793051841867416861/posts/default/7049631047447133915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyrm.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-world.html' title='Hello World!'/><author><name>Abby Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556282910439034358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UyOlam8I9ww/SjeikxLvwhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Jvy7noTEfR0/S220/IMG_1585.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
