<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5102921670526588439</id><updated>2024-08-28T07:46:56.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><subtitle type='html'>No regrets just lessons learned...our version of making lemonade out of life&#39;s lemons.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-869002084330944476</id><published>2010-04-14T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:35:33.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.&#39; We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There&#39;s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won&#39;t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It&#39;s not just in some of us; it&#39;s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we&#39;re liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&quot; -Marianne Williamson</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/869002084330944476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-deepest-fear-is-not-that-we-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/869002084330944476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/869002084330944476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-deepest-fear-is-not-that-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-2539288089918175719</id><published>2010-04-06T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:53:54.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lessons from long ago</title><content type='html'>I lost my car registration...I had it not too long ago when I got pulled over on the way to visit Delanie and Lord knows I haven’t cleaned my car in months so how I managed to lose the little slip of paper is beyond me but I did. That isn’t the reason for this post but thought I’d give a little background. While furiously looking for my registration I had to go through my middle console you know the thing that I throw all my necessities in: lip gloss, perfume, Listerine, car wash coupons (that I clearly never use), bank deposit receipts, lottery tickets, lip gloss, proof of insurance, phone charger, pens, more lip gloss and there are three pieces of paper dated 5/15/2004. The first one is actually laminated, I don’t know if we used to not give Dad enough credit I would have never imagined that he knew how to use a lamination machine or if Pam(Dad’s assistant) did way more than we ever knew, but on to the papers. Dad gave me the papers when I came home from Auburn to complete my internship with a magazine, though I had worked through high school and college waiting table and doing retail this was my first “career” job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is a hand written note titled The Amanda Foley Legacy and lists out the following:&lt;br /&gt;1-In one hour early, stay one hour late&lt;br /&gt;2-Day one introduce yourself to everyone, show excitement, put a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;3-Do more than what you are paid to do&lt;br /&gt;4-Memo to all:&lt;br /&gt;To: Sue Jones&lt;br /&gt;From: Amanda Foley&lt;br /&gt;Body: It was a pleasure meeting you yesterday. I am really excited about my opportunity at Company. Please do not hesitate to get me involved in any work or projects as this is a great learning time for me.&lt;br /&gt;5-What do you stand for? Will you be extraordinary? Will the people RAVE about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second page says:&lt;br /&gt; Mandy&lt;br /&gt;1) Sell yourself&lt;br /&gt;·         The importance of a first impression&lt;br /&gt;·         Make it a personal decision not a business decision&lt;br /&gt;·         People buy from people, not companies&lt;br /&gt;2) It all starts and ends with the customer&lt;br /&gt;·         Passionate about your customer&lt;br /&gt;·         Buy more&lt;br /&gt;·         Referrals&lt;br /&gt;·         Endorsements&lt;br /&gt;3) What is your brand? What do you stand for?&lt;br /&gt;·         Responsiveness&lt;br /&gt;·         Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;4) People buy benefits, not product&lt;br /&gt;·         Sell Value&lt;br /&gt;5) Find the problem, and then determine the proper solution&lt;br /&gt;·         Ask open ended questions&lt;br /&gt;6) Strong communication skills&lt;br /&gt;·         Verbal&lt;br /&gt;·         Written&lt;br /&gt;7) Attitude, the importance of staying positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *side note by me: I do not go by Mandy no one besides Dad and maybe some of my family have called me Mandy since I was little and as I told everyone in second grade my name is Amanda NOT Mandy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third paper is a quote by Chuck Swindoll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude... I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.And so it is with you... we are in charge of our attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few of our life lessons that I received long ago-Amanda</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/2539288089918175719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-lessons-from-long-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/2539288089918175719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/2539288089918175719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-lessons-from-long-ago.html' title='Life lessons from long ago'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-8501058724599078634</id><published>2010-03-04T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:56:38.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here in the real world</title><content type='html'>So last night I was up late playing on the internet when I probably should have been working and decided to look at blogs instead. I went to one of my good friends Volree’s blog who has an absolutely adorable almost 6 month old boy. Anyways I clicked on a link she had posted of a friend of a friend’s blog &lt;a href=&quot;http://laylagrace.org/&quot;&gt;http://laylagrace.org/&lt;/a&gt;  and read basically months worth of blogging by these parents whose child was diagnosed with Neuroblastoma at 16 months, needless to say I was sobbing by the end. (Of course my phone rings as I’m finishing it and it was a good friend A.A. that I had been meaning to call so I answered and then had explain why I was crying so hard.) That always happens to me, I’m not exactly the crying type but I swear my phone rings every time I do…Now on to the point of my post. I sent Volree an email this morning Thanking her. Thanking her for providing me with something to put my life in prospective. Yes I think we all have our ups and downs and everyone is entitled to their own pity party bc though there are people out there with bigger problems I don’t think you should belittle your own. But I have been in a funk for some time now, to the point that I am even sick of listening to myself talk about it.  Here is the email I sent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puffy Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole reason why I wrote is…to say Thank You. I have been feeling so blah and stressed and uneasy and restless the last few weeks being discontent, wondering what I’m supposed to do with the rest of my life, where I’m supposed to live, thinking about getting a roommate or just selling my house, thinking to myself is this just the winter blues, will I snap out of this as soon as summer comes or am I ready for a change? Then I read about these parents who are watching their innocent child painfully slip away who are constantly praising God for having her in the first place and thought who am I to complain. I prayed last night for them (for what felt like hours) please God give them peace and understanding in a time when they feel like they will never understand, comfort them with your love and grace and assurance that their child is Yours, as we all are, who will end up where she belongs with her heavenly Father. Yes I still woke up this morning with puffy eyes but I think that praying for them gave me peace about what is going on in my life. I am going to be thankful for options instead of scared of change and excited about new beginnings knowing that even though we don’t always understand why things happen that there is a plan and a purpose for all of us…so Thanks again! Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this blog is usually about uplifting letters from Dad filled with advice on being successful and keeping your head up during tough times but reality is sometimes life sucks*. And we can focus on the stuff that sucks: annoying people at work that you have to be nice to even though they don’t deserve it, dogs that pee on the rug at the door right when you’re about to take them out, your taxes and insurance going up the same month, the economy, missing relatives and friends, sick kids, people that run puppy mills, I could go on forever. Or I (I mean we) could be thankful for: having a job, my health, two dogs that can provide enough heat for me to be able to turn mine off at night, good books, baseball/beach season right around the corner, friends and family that are only a phone call away that continue to answer even though all I’ve done for the past two weeks (possibly seems like three years) is bi*ch and moan, and finally today the sun shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yes I was raised better than to say sucks, my mom hates that word but for some reason sucks just works better for me than stinks, sorry mom</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/8501058724599078634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-in-real-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/8501058724599078634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/8501058724599078634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-in-real-world.html' title='Here in the real world'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-2337920702723289076</id><published>2010-01-22T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:19:30.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Your thoughts control your feelings and your behaviors.  Please, please lock this in your mind.  The longer I am in prison the clearer this becomes from the hole to working out in cold weather, guard the mind like a steel trap door and only let good thoughts in.-Love you all, Jim*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read The Purpose Driven Life? Dad and I both really enjoyed this book and I receive their daily devotional emails and send them on to him. If you want to sign up you can do so here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://profile.purposedriven.com/managesubscriptionssimple.aspx&quot;&gt;http://profile.purposedriven.com/managesubscriptionssimple.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a couple we really liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.&quot; Matthew 18:3 (NIV) This guest devotional is from Jon Walker, author of &quot;Growing with Purpose.&quot;When my oldest son first started playing baseball, he was still relatively young and not used to a life lived around clocks and calendars. So it wasn&#39;t uncommon for him to ask, &quot;Is my game today?&quot; &quot;How many days until Saturday?&quot;Jesus says this childlike nature is necessary to enter the kingdom of heaven. My son wasn&#39;t questioning if something would happen; it was a given that it would. Instead, he was dependent upon my wife or me to tell him when it would happen. Oswald Chambers, in My Utmost for His Highest, writes &quot;The nature of the spiritual life is that we are certain in our uncertainty.&quot; He describes this as &quot;gracious uncertainty,&quot; where &quot;we are uncertain of the next step, but we are certain of God.&quot; I would add we can be certain of God&#39;s grace while being graciously uncertain of the future details of our lives.With gracious uncertainty, we can be confident in our expectations, knowing our hope in the Lord will not disappoint (Romans 5:5). With gracious uncertainty, we can release the things we have no responsibility for, yet worry about anyway. My son can be certain I will get him to the ball game, but he need not be concerned about the gas required, the directions there, or even to drive. He can just enjoy being a child and simply live in each moment, trusting I&#39;ve got a handle on the details and I&#39;ll let him know when it&#39;s time to go. If only we all had such faith, no longer requiring God to submit to our clocks and calendars. Our objective-in-Jesus is to grow confident each day that our heavenly Father will come through at just the right time in just the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Future seems Uncertain by Rick Warren&lt;br /&gt;&quot;For I know the plans I have for you,&quot; says the Lord. &quot;They are plans ... to give you a future and a hope ... You will find me when you seek me, if you look for me in earnest.&quot; Jeremiah 29:11, 13 (LB)No matter what the pollsters, pundits, and prognosticators claim, no one can accurately predict all that is going to happen this year, let alone in the next few weeks. Our best forecasts are just educated guesses.Change is not only increasing in speed and intensity, but also in unpredictability. The Bible suggests three timeless principles for facing an uncertain future:Set goals according to God&#39;s direction. It&#39;s foolish to make plans without first consulting God.  He&#39;s the only one who DOES know the future - and he&#39;s eager to guide you through it. The Bible says, &quot;We may make our plans, but God has the last word.&quot; (Proverbs 16:1) In other words, planning without praying is presumption.  Start by praying, &quot;God, what do YOU want me to do in 2010?&quot;Live one day at a time -- While you can plan for tomorrow, you can&#39;t live it until it arrives. Most people spend so much time regretting the past and worrying about the future, they have no time to enjoy today! John Lennon once wrote, &quot;Life is what happens to you while you&#39;re busy making other plans.&quot;  Decide to make the most of each moment this year. Jesus said, &quot;Don&#39;t be anxious about tomorrow - God will take care of your tomorrows. Live one day at a time.&quot; (Matthew 6:34)Don&#39;t procrtatsinate - DO IT NOW! - &quot;Don&#39;t boast about what you&#39;re going to do tomorrow, for you don&#39;t know what a day may bring forth.&quot; (Proverbs 27:1) Procrastinating is a subtle trap. It wastes today by postponing things until tomorrow. You promise yourself that you&#39;ll do it &quot;one of these days.&quot; But &quot;one of these days&quot; is usually &quot;none of these days.&quot;What did you plan to get done last year that you didn&#39;t do?  When do you intend to start working on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In case you were wondering Mom gets these daily emails from Dad too thats why he signs it Jim</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/2337920702723289076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/2337920702723289076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/2337920702723289076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-6007886655802796591</id><published>2010-01-05T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:10:49.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Excuses for my absence….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer crashed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have connected the printer to the new computer but the scanner doesn’t work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my witty repertoire is fun to read but let’s be real you all just want to look at the pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday next and I promised my siblings since I put funny (slightly embarrassing) pics of them I would do it to myself as well…yeah right I think I was stuck in my “awkward” phase for about 16 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor’s birthday was next and since he won’t “friend” me on facebook I don’t have an easy way to get pics of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom’s is right after his and I didn’t want to tick her off before she bought my Christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong I love our Life Lessons but they get a bit redundant…Dad is the only person I know that can come up with 500 ways to tell us that we need to: be good people, treat others the way we would want them to treat us, get your big rocks in, work your plan, do the hard things every day, get them done first thing, do the little things other people aren’t, work hard, have fun, practice, have a positive attitude, don’t be influenced by others, remember you’re in control, BE HAPPY, BE THANKFUL, trust in God, Pray, dream big, kick ass, love and encourage one another, remember how blessed you are, listen more than you talk, keep perspective, live in the present, better yourself every day, and did I mention NOT GIVE EXCUSES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are all my excuses, I promise this year to be better, maybe not blog everyday or even every week but I will try to keep everyone updated on what’s going on in the crazy Foley family! Oh and I will figure out a way to get pics on here so I can do a recap of the last quarter of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, Amanda</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/6007886655802796591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2010/01/excuses-for-my-absence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/6007886655802796591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/6007886655802796591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2010/01/excuses-for-my-absence.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-9083740785601078925</id><published>2009-10-15T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:49:26.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live in the present</title><content type='html'>December 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;                With the 8-9 cellys I have had, 5 or 6 of them I know quite well. The close quarters of the 8x12 foot cell along with the living together 24/7 with no break automatically makes that happen. All of them see me exercise for two hours per day. Virtually every one of them commented that at their next location or when they get on the streets they will start an exercise program. Now they could simply want to make conversation and small talk so they say it as “it would be nice to exercise” with no real plan. Or exercise could be something they need to do yet always look for another excuse to procrastinate on what they need to do. This seems as a terrible way to live your life prolonging the things you need to do.&lt;br /&gt;                Life Lesson:  Live in the present. Right now is the only time that you can control. Time is interesting to think about. Nobody can get back yesterday; so much time right now is spent thinking about what they should have accomplished yesterday. Why did they not do yesterday what they are mentally spending time on today? You cannot borrow time. By becoming a good planner you will put your time to proper use when it is in front of you. In business, dealing with customers takes place from 8am to 5pm. Before 8am or after 5pm establish your plan to use this valuable time wisely. Connor’s window for sports training to reach his dream is from 2 to 8pm. He must dedicate the proper time hitting, lifting, and speed training in addition to studying, during these times. In business, you have the golden hours of 8am to 5pm. During your golden hours ask, Life Lesson: At this point in time, what is the best use of my time. Put this on a card and keep it with you. This is an excellent habit to get into during life. When it is time to relax-relax, when it is time to work-work, and work on the most important things. Life gives you so many opportunities to get distracted. Every news TV program during the day insinuates a breaking story coming; “the collapse of the economy” is next. Well this attracts mom, Amanda, and Sean because they are in the business world. Unfortunately, the story discusses the bailout for the automobile industry is not approved and one insider worried without a bailout the economy will collapse. Based on this exciting headline, Sean lost twenty minutes of his day. “Find out where Manny is going next”, well Connor, Delanie, and Reaghan stop studying to hear where Manny is going. They story states that Manny’s agent is in Washington talking to the Nationals, who cares, no news yet they just drained twenty minutes from your extremely important golden hours. Do not keep the tv on when working or studying and fall into this trap. Make very good use of your time. Again, when it is time to relax-relax and this includes TV. Let’s get away from too much TV; this is not sour grapes either just because I forgot what a TV looks like. Life Lesson: The Foley Plan, no more than one hour per day for tv. Seven hours per week, use them how you choose. Connor used three hours each Sunday on the Titans- good use! Read, watch a good movie, exercise, and do not waste the precious commodity of time. This will benefit you so much in life. Think about how you use your time. Acknowledge where you are in life so you can better your future. Live your dreams, because you make a good use of your current time. Right Now!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/9083740785601078925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/10/live-in-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/9083740785601078925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/9083740785601078925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/10/live-in-present.html' title='Live in the present'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-6361124266075329090</id><published>2009-07-16T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:42:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nDsrACcTU85gCzDQUELXoCsd47_8mXj8x0lvW7alrm7dFRAaXR7r-dHvEoX5RmvFq-gxrlJ5jBUFIjl_R8vsy8Nsxk1a6dCxn4XpKLEHhMSCuEIkMQtaLYgOxuAU-cIQfUNzyGdor_uI/s1600-h/scan0020.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359067957658654834&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nDsrACcTU85gCzDQUELXoCsd47_8mXj8x0lvW7alrm7dFRAaXR7r-dHvEoX5RmvFq-gxrlJ5jBUFIjl_R8vsy8Nsxk1a6dCxn4XpKLEHhMSCuEIkMQtaLYgOxuAU-cIQfUNzyGdor_uI/s400/scan0020.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that we get to visit Dad and he has a job, he hasn’t been sending us as many life lessons. Don’t worry we still have hundreds to type up and I’ve enlisted Delanie to help me with that task. When I went to visit last weekend this is what he asked me about and I thought I’d share:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What walls stand in your way, what is keeping you from doing your best and getting better every day? Are you getting enough sleep, eating right, and exercising? Are you studying, working your hardest, doing the things that others won’t do to make you the best? Work hard every day at breaking down the walls that are keeping you from achieving all your goals. Get your big rocks in, be kind to others, and give thanks to God every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and told him he sounded like Rev Run, I don’t know if any of you watch his show but he always ends it with him taking a bath typing out what he calls his words of wisdom on his blackberry and he signs it God is love, Rev Run. I think Dad needs a new sign off…&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/6361124266075329090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-now-that-we-get-to-visit-dad-and-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/6361124266075329090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/6361124266075329090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-now-that-we-get-to-visit-dad-and-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nDsrACcTU85gCzDQUELXoCsd47_8mXj8x0lvW7alrm7dFRAaXR7r-dHvEoX5RmvFq-gxrlJ5jBUFIjl_R8vsy8Nsxk1a6dCxn4XpKLEHhMSCuEIkMQtaLYgOxuAU-cIQfUNzyGdor_uI/s72-c/scan0020.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-2258913080697517984</id><published>2009-07-15T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:26:27.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference 6 weeks makes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXuLR4Cf4chs9ota7OjZEX9jCag0GX7M0wLgo2ZlJAFm6GDty_tkSXFXFxXoEE9ENSarN9ZdIImnCgPfIMszGEDmcEBjf2dUHvGn2mzQI3-KTc-rResUEWVMLhxMV1dBMpT7QNuzC6cd2O/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358720341055858754&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXuLR4Cf4chs9ota7OjZEX9jCag0GX7M0wLgo2ZlJAFm6GDty_tkSXFXFxXoEE9ENSarN9ZdIImnCgPfIMszGEDmcEBjf2dUHvGn2mzQI3-KTc-rResUEWVMLhxMV1dBMpT7QNuzC6cd2O/s400/scan0012.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father&#39;s Day!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Sean, Reaghan, Connor, and I all went to see Dad on Father’s Day. This is the first time we have all visited at once since he has been back at Millington because Dad doesn’t like double talking and if you’ve ever been around us you know there isn’t a quiet one in the bunch. So we all like to go by ourselves so we can talk about what’s important to us instead of spending hours listening to Mom talk about Connor’s baseball or Connor’s school work or how great Connor is at mowing the lawn and taking out the trash…you get the picture. Funny how your perspective changes but we were so grateful that one we got to see Dad on Father’s day and two that he was back in Millington! 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border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/2258913080697517984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-difference-6-weeks-makes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/2258913080697517984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/2258913080697517984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-difference-6-weeks-makes.html' title='What a difference 6 weeks makes!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXuLR4Cf4chs9ota7OjZEX9jCag0GX7M0wLgo2ZlJAFm6GDty_tkSXFXFxXoEE9ENSarN9ZdIImnCgPfIMszGEDmcEBjf2dUHvGn2mzQI3-KTc-rResUEWVMLhxMV1dBMpT7QNuzC6cd2O/s72-c/scan0012.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-3491414546795392524</id><published>2009-07-09T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:44:43.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One month ago today...Sean turned 26!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4C6eSqdRi7yabch1wxxhGLzVUzTzeIo1x_16qIBPLkbHUU5BhWAuUEEtBbfXyKTRkNUdY45ccMgG_2uVac9y79QoGalWPPeO-cjar1nz1HXtlDu5Yff2PGxJnQDqzZaEyOhM4zLtAlYM/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356514844217494914&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4C6eSqdRi7yabch1wxxhGLzVUzTzeIo1x_16qIBPLkbHUU5BhWAuUEEtBbfXyKTRkNUdY45ccMgG_2uVac9y79QoGalWPPeO-cjar1nz1HXtlDu5Yff2PGxJnQDqzZaEyOhM4zLtAlYM/s400/scan0001.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can&#39;t take all the blame, I mean credit, for all the pictures. Mom and Reaghan helped pick these out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFgkE3N6xAcNVI4Ckk3CUaWRGSDjPTiQ2V_2p27i71s4hOcflMPCg_I_ENijmd7Y-5bp22wfchwfXxHKPkAAS7piZfFtwQGuTXEcBJQMH1iw_3wqh-pVvif32ezm5hwodvhRN9CZ8ybFkR/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356514772380296914&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFgkE3N6xAcNVI4Ckk3CUaWRGSDjPTiQ2V_2p27i71s4hOcflMPCg_I_ENijmd7Y-5bp22wfchwfXxHKPkAAS7piZfFtwQGuTXEcBJQMH1iw_3wqh-pVvif32ezm5hwodvhRN9CZ8ybFkR/s400/scan0002.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that&#39;s Mom( could be Tammy) and Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupsxAAOZ6hbpBustWwXLwss9OhZGLAxWGAgbN8zKrjalgpQ51LceaO8t1PHaxOPScj3-_310CxGt6by-ErzGELsCz1t8uLJ8dhbTZSZ5elB5WCnA-GdzlqjONKdzuW1tSxhWAGNaHXe3I/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356514675265093202&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupsxAAOZ6hbpBustWwXLwss9OhZGLAxWGAgbN8zKrjalgpQ51LceaO8t1PHaxOPScj3-_310CxGt6by-ErzGELsCz1t8uLJ8dhbTZSZ5elB5WCnA-GdzlqjONKdzuW1tSxhWAGNaHXe3I/s400/scan0003.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Red Sox fan you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZ5HuG4aO0thOBaj25GWPQJRwowx77QYanDHFlkVwRH0mQ-00dOMm_yH4RvaOJkChzjM5ETkDSlpJZD765u2B5D-JXNkVQdx7Oy5U_Ol7OJCKnhqhzh9FeAd5CzCOkS6PPOeIDgvVR12P/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356514605320850690&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZ5HuG4aO0thOBaj25GWPQJRwowx77QYanDHFlkVwRH0mQ-00dOMm_yH4RvaOJkChzjM5ETkDSlpJZD765u2B5D-JXNkVQdx7Oy5U_Ol7OJCKnhqhzh9FeAd5CzCOkS6PPOeIDgvVR12P/s400/scan0004.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sean fishing with Bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwouZ-KMEPzRntersUW7LNABC1TFPh_AiuXXZWkGneAlxU0S0WdI8-pgz-JZqX1Rli1RHUWBQt5LqvpFeHjsnxywsXJ1TrOP0Z6pl2OL_HWUrki_I2_VntE7VY43NG4C3yY8I_hXYhnwIF/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356514540302630258&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwouZ-KMEPzRntersUW7LNABC1TFPh_AiuXXZWkGneAlxU0S0WdI8-pgz-JZqX1Rli1RHUWBQt5LqvpFeHjsnxywsXJ1TrOP0Z6pl2OL_HWUrki_I2_VntE7VY43NG4C3yY8I_hXYhnwIF/s400/scan0005.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britini, Sean, Walt, and I on Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKJ6RfHehZY2e7QyQWqsbAcXtFf3yZuTTJsGsR1nbUyEnALBXh28aJJ0X1MOsTUctMc3XBndY86W3jUZ3PCWuOtj3hG1YUuTl3td4Yxdqu0PyhDCuAgIsFZDTdWJcBVOdRjAErIhUZMSMB/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356514462468016194&quot; 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border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean, Mom, and Connor at our cousin Todd&#39;s wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3yaRKm5wRzRUOLzTuCYRGfrCmEsXKWPC9VyTG4Kr6b77IYjCfZzqlzgErzSOwz386mzbyJYTzBVw_3K5olHb0Y-k6m6fvLhYYi6PWk8-UaYh-v05PCvIjDQfXbqJ0OMmcD9EU-0VcPDg/s1600-h/s1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356514106617438498&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3yaRKm5wRzRUOLzTuCYRGfrCmEsXKWPC9VyTG4Kr6b77IYjCfZzqlzgErzSOwz386mzbyJYTzBVw_3K5olHb0Y-k6m6fvLhYYi6PWk8-UaYh-v05PCvIjDQfXbqJ0OMmcD9EU-0VcPDg/s400/s1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh,me, Kira, and Sean at Stephanie&#39;s wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqhejFBVz3iccF4sCkhE93k2QtSLBydGKAz-Skbi8ZsAQ_knJcUrLQt0oFifDYmgJrIDV281uoQhyLqL1iTG969DlAGLR9oGE0tqKLzi-MjniS9AUEkB-5JgnrVm6LDInEqg9LbErpPfhL/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356513999127698434&quot; 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border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Delanie, and Sean visiting Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUQGjle2YraLV_noJ4rFhsh-DfAyEDWOd6Zo1OsVLhQkq6NkgRflLSIxkaFlYLywFisgdiR3j9eyxp5efLuM9ghTKDJIbyaO8WwL2ZaL_L9QiplyhqS_ImAh3DLloskcKfGhKP9SBEpz2a/s1600-h/s2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356513685910044194&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUQGjle2YraLV_noJ4rFhsh-DfAyEDWOd6Zo1OsVLhQkq6NkgRflLSIxkaFlYLywFisgdiR3j9eyxp5efLuM9ghTKDJIbyaO8WwL2ZaL_L9QiplyhqS_ImAh3DLloskcKfGhKP9SBEpz2a/s400/s2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James, me, Sean, and Reaghan at BBQFest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/3491414546795392524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-month-ago-todaysean-turned-26.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/3491414546795392524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/3491414546795392524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-month-ago-todaysean-turned-26.html' title='One month ago today...Sean turned 26!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4C6eSqdRi7yabch1wxxhGLzVUzTzeIo1x_16qIBPLkbHUU5BhWAuUEEtBbfXyKTRkNUdY45ccMgG_2uVac9y79QoGalWPPeO-cjar1nz1HXtlDu5Yff2PGxJnQDqzZaEyOhM4zLtAlYM/s72-c/scan0001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-994299788116123349</id><published>2009-06-19T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:07:42.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Reaghan...a few days late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7x7U26qkDA0A2T9ik58f5_bV5V-G-SNjD7xliPa-d8T2rjQp0BZS5DDwuhETHE1eGdIgidFiX51SZZKWiacc5K3iAxf4_2qOJLXppO_KfPXLHDyPxSlP50agaj222Dd5TOHilLhI7D6q/s1600-h/r4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349067648521012162&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7x7U26qkDA0A2T9ik58f5_bV5V-G-SNjD7xliPa-d8T2rjQp0BZS5DDwuhETHE1eGdIgidFiX51SZZKWiacc5K3iAxf4_2qOJLXppO_KfPXLHDyPxSlP50agaj222Dd5TOHilLhI7D6q/s400/r4.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reaghan turned 19 on May 31st, she was in Chicago visiting the Fawcetts for Gerald&#39;s graduation. They were so sweet to celebrate her birthday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfRta5Geuvo_z49C2p0bJp2q6s3MrnCQdCZgxCLiwNVSBuP4yc9eDdHPMts2Kh0x0gpEnODhdSbh42j6JlzBk_C0r9WnuxfQesKU-z6UgvaRRzlAjL3-4MqAjlS5pvT0st44jL90sI5fIL/s1600-h/n9417044_38969655_9309.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349067517938857010&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfRta5Geuvo_z49C2p0bJp2q6s3MrnCQdCZgxCLiwNVSBuP4yc9eDdHPMts2Kh0x0gpEnODhdSbh42j6JlzBk_C0r9WnuxfQesKU-z6UgvaRRzlAjL3-4MqAjlS5pvT0st44jL90sI5fIL/s400/n9417044_38969655_9309.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On bid day at Ole Miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3q3JTfrtx1GiZ0D5hTVwyG4HvNwsVab8zVr7Jkvig4FtiuJ2PiF-zoqLebMlniOgidRXvBK5Jomn9Z6SjdBCXahW5HZF_zo55_xKrvW5josq_CKKFRiEGj6qsRKRi9tcfzEh85U6Rj89i/s1600-h/r.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349067359674467650&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3q3JTfrtx1GiZ0D5hTVwyG4HvNwsVab8zVr7Jkvig4FtiuJ2PiF-zoqLebMlniOgidRXvBK5Jomn9Z6SjdBCXahW5HZF_zo55_xKrvW5josq_CKKFRiEGj6qsRKRi9tcfzEh85U6Rj89i/s400/r.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshman year of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaH2cO4G1-NbnFv2CoM-1AYy-jhHZ-KTjwBoE4R22ZRdL6p6uqLNv_iOqut41wVwYrQqtp3EWL4lbWumngMTdb6aswpTpUudWW9bkSxdLj70ry-mVqwXEl-Xb3hFGcUhDkRe5UQyeUvDs/s1600-h/r3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349067269435334306&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaH2cO4G1-NbnFv2CoM-1AYy-jhHZ-KTjwBoE4R22ZRdL6p6uqLNv_iOqut41wVwYrQqtp3EWL4lbWumngMTdb6aswpTpUudWW9bkSxdLj70ry-mVqwXEl-Xb3hFGcUhDkRe5UQyeUvDs/s400/r3.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3zKvTGKe0L8BNviMbN5s9YRc8VzlYzGQM3VBiCZHV_P5F3yn9asqMuadtNhpqKA5sqcIeHRM47ws6xfSF8zpbKWjGUkawwaCTsHBChrBo-uASUs18FTWPwREBC8xoQKyL3ec9cjyeltu/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349067090158599858&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3zKvTGKe0L8BNviMbN5s9YRc8VzlYzGQM3VBiCZHV_P5F3yn9asqMuadtNhpqKA5sqcIeHRM47ws6xfSF8zpbKWjGUkawwaCTsHBChrBo-uASUs18FTWPwREBC8xoQKyL3ec9cjyeltu/s400/scan0004.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAR EAGLE!! Reaghan&#39;s first college visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyEEzrEIKwblN9BcNXGcEHe79lDwZuXNi5UDm_RTtZmz9kRRBYKlA4Hu4If_2sPHgMOaXwd2DCGdNtATAkwEoZ85Ycq8U2gyLhHfO0zwRczBZor4xD7NLwUBSFIPVOxEPbLLrAuuMUl45A/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349066985450279122&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyEEzrEIKwblN9BcNXGcEHe79lDwZuXNi5UDm_RTtZmz9kRRBYKlA4Hu4If_2sPHgMOaXwd2DCGdNtATAkwEoZ85Ycq8U2gyLhHfO0zwRczBZor4xD7NLwUBSFIPVOxEPbLLrAuuMUl45A/s400/scan0003.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing at Uncle Mike&#39;s wedding with Mom and Dad...nice bangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3bmqZRJM41ZjUAcYpq1XQNt1bjBnY699UgVZ40DFfYHSeJ8ERQBdoBupIj9UxTMZj1bVmQuOdqiRN_IHdCxKckGWjmya06oHL9SLddjendkMVL0oBuKg-wzeA3srs7Nps8-Q3Z6r_oshy/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349066891816899218&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3bmqZRJM41ZjUAcYpq1XQNt1bjBnY699UgVZ40DFfYHSeJ8ERQBdoBupIj9UxTMZj1bVmQuOdqiRN_IHdCxKckGWjmya06oHL9SLddjendkMVL0oBuKg-wzeA3srs7Nps8-Q3Z6r_oshy/s400/scan0002.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already wearing lipstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgQtF80JiI1LtgQ9NnN644rWcBqr8JzhUJAjI3Q_zczWUSFpYo7miUXaSX0OV1Bc-nHucRG7ApftZrQ_3DzB0XDpPNACAJnbt03putqT4Dywpt47NVj_KAZGs-3g2euuCX6O5biFavzHy/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349066775156358082&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgQtF80JiI1LtgQ9NnN644rWcBqr8JzhUJAjI3Q_zczWUSFpYo7miUXaSX0OV1Bc-nHucRG7ApftZrQ_3DzB0XDpPNACAJnbt03putqT4Dywpt47NVj_KAZGs-3g2euuCX6O5biFavzHy/s400/scan0001.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Dad...I think he still has that Polo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/994299788116123349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-reaghana-few-days-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/994299788116123349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/994299788116123349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-reaghana-few-days-late.html' title='Happy Birthday Reaghan...a few days late'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7x7U26qkDA0A2T9ik58f5_bV5V-G-SNjD7xliPa-d8T2rjQp0BZS5DDwuhETHE1eGdIgidFiX51SZZKWiacc5K3iAxf4_2qOJLXppO_KfPXLHDyPxSlP50agaj222Dd5TOHilLhI7D6q/s72-c/r4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-4054486512814734543</id><published>2009-06-18T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:51:23.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delanie needs your help!</title><content type='html'>So I have completely fallen behind on Birthdays as Reaghan had one at the end of May and Sean the beginning of June but I promise to post then and now pics soon!  But the real reason for this post is Delanie. She has gotten involved with a fundraiser to benefit the Alzheimer’s Association of Dallas. In August there is a huge powder puff football game but you have to raise a certain amount of money to be allowed to play. That’s where you all come in she needs your help raising the money. You can choose the amount of your donation all you have to do is go to this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.active.com/donate/bvbdallas/delaniefoley&quot;&gt;http://www.active.com/donate/bvbdallas/delaniefoley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great cause and we really appreciate all your help. Mom, Reaghan, and I are going to try and go visit for the game and we would all LOVE to see Delanie get to play!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/4054486512814734543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/06/delanie-needs-your-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/4054486512814734543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/4054486512814734543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/06/delanie-needs-your-help.html' title='Delanie needs your help!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-3605520768130734085</id><published>2009-06-02T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:40:58.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgb_B_3VtJ5dseKTVLr6bRl3_E0HF5M_2vTFmzDUwc1DUDbZanbCLghxNx3IgfCSp9WFBLeEG1-QaHxeHRJjneXo9Bd9W9b6H9iIalfJsaRrdZI6TD73QTxNhTmNXKeXxCP0mJd-m7HciF/s1600-h/100_0605.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342755261540423186&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgb_B_3VtJ5dseKTVLr6bRl3_E0HF5M_2vTFmzDUwc1DUDbZanbCLghxNx3IgfCSp9WFBLeEG1-QaHxeHRJjneXo9Bd9W9b6H9iIalfJsaRrdZI6TD73QTxNhTmNXKeXxCP0mJd-m7HciF/s400/100_0605.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe I am officially the world’s worst blogger…if you google successful blogs you will learn that you are suppose to blog more than once a day and include lots of pictures. (Thanks for the info Mom) So right off the bat I fail, there is no way that I could post twice a day and though I am better at taking pictures than my parents I still don’t take very many. The weird thing is I usually have a camera in my purse I just never think to use it. I totally blame my parents for the way all of us complain about having our pictures taken too…but I did manage to get one of all the kids. It is from Delanie and Chris’s graduation/going away/engagement party this past Saturday that we had at Mom and Dad’s house. It was a great success we had tons of family and friends to celebrate with and I think everyone had a good time. Aunt Tammy was in town and we loved having her here to visit. Since it was a holiday weekend we got to visit Dad on Monday also. He is doing well but he was bummed that his basketball game got rained out on Sunday night; he is hoping he gets more than just “white boy” playing time. I’ll leave you with a picture and a promise to add some life lessons soon!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/3605520768130734085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-blogger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/3605520768130734085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/3605520768130734085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgb_B_3VtJ5dseKTVLr6bRl3_E0HF5M_2vTFmzDUwc1DUDbZanbCLghxNx3IgfCSp9WFBLeEG1-QaHxeHRJjneXo9Bd9W9b6H9iIalfJsaRrdZI6TD73QTxNhTmNXKeXxCP0mJd-m7HciF/s72-c/100_0605.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-5870477590239059237</id><published>2009-05-13T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:54:24.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to catch up on</title><content type='html'>We’ve had a lot going on at the Foley house lately. Dad has had two out of town visitors, Uncle Mike came in the first weekend in May and Aunt Linda was here last weekend. Dad loved getting to see them and spend lots of time catching up with both of them. I wonder how many times they heard about the nice new chairs…just teasing. I know that his brother and sister were anxious to see him and make sure that he was ok. Dad has really enjoyed being able to catch up with friends too.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Mother’s day, Sean cooked dinner and Mom got tickets to go see Wicked with me and Reaghan. Delanie had her graduation from Ole Miss on Saturday and is getting ready for her move to Dallas to start her job. Reaghan finished her freshman year at Ole Miss and we are all so proud of her for maintaining a 3.0 GPA. Connor is almost done with his freshman year of high school and his baseball team is playing this Thursday for the district championship. Mom, Sean, and I are staying busy with work and getting ready for Delanie and Chris’s going away party. Aunt Tammy comes in town next week to visit and help us celebrate. It is hard having Dad miss out on all these fun events in our lives but we are so lucky to have lots of love and support from our family and friends!  Amanda</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/5870477590239059237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/05/lots-to-catch-up-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/5870477590239059237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/5870477590239059237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/05/lots-to-catch-up-on.html' title='Lots to catch up on'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-1638496468583452851</id><published>2009-05-06T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:45:19.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consistency</title><content type='html'>As I think about successful athletes and business people one very strong attribute comes to mind, consistency. The difference in comparing the all pro quarterback to the average qb is normally consistency. I always love telling Connor, Life Lesson…Amateurs practice enough so they can do it well, pros practice it so often they cannot do it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I see the dramatic effect of consistency so much in business too. Every rep could make the required calls on some days, but the real successful ones did it every day. Life Lesson…consistency of effort is a major determiner of your success. The good ones are disciplined to do it over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Consistency holds true in every area of your life. People will start to exercise in January with their New Year’s resolution. The gyms will be packed. Within a couple of weeks the attendance falls sharply because all kinds of excuses come into play. Stay consistent with your diet and exercise. Students will study hard for a few nights and then get off track. Some people cannot follow their plan for excellent grades. Some have the best intentions starting out but do not stay with it. Life Lesson…Develop the self discipline to deliver a consistent effort with your big rocks. This is such a difference maker in your pursuit of excellence.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/1638496468583452851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/05/consistency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/1638496468583452851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/1638496468583452851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/05/consistency.html' title='Consistency'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-5962356240903587674</id><published>2009-04-29T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:59:44.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship with God</title><content type='html'>Everything we do in life is in a partnership with God.  Obviously he is the dominant one in the relationship.  Keeping him at the center of your life provides much joy, happiness and peace.  This inner peace allows you to understand that God has a plan for you.  Give your best everyday in the areas that matter to you, the big rocks.  Have fun when it is time to have fun and enjoy your relationships with other people through the day.  With God on your side and in partnership with you your life will go well with lots of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you all pray?  I know that you say your prayers at night and believe you pray when your feet hit the floor in the morning, but please pray and talk to God all day.  He is your partner so talk with him about all your feeling.  Talk and pray to God with blistering honesty. He expects you to ask the tough questions.  Often times in life we suppress any negative or bad feelings because we feel like we are acting as bad people.  “As good Christians would not question God or think like I am thinking.” Life Lesson…God wants you to come to him with complaints and problems.  He knows your human hence he understands what you deal with in life.  We are far from perfect.  Do not pretend that things are perfect when they are not because God expects you to come to him.  The Bible is full of stories of people coming to God with complaints and issues.  The Bible is not a book full of perfect people by any means.  You can enjoy such a healthy relationship with God when you realize he knows you are not perfect yet he still loves you dearly, talk to him about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often talk to you about how life gets off track in certain areas and that is why we must focus daily on our plans, daily reminders, and dreams. Many times very good Christians get completely off track with God.  A terrible accident, tragic event, or death of a loved one can be the cause. Talking with others or reading a book can get you distracted.  When this happens discuss all your feelings with God.  Remind yourself too about the terrible death Jesus experienced, dying on the cross to save us and provide us everlasting life.  Many difficult questions go unanswered in life.  Starving kids, tragic accidents, and human nature cause us to question things.  We may not find the answers in this life time.  If we get distracted in our love and commitment to God, remember the horrible death Jesus died for us.  He could have prevented it if he so choose.  This helps to keep things in perspective.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/5962356240903587674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/relationship-with-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/5962356240903587674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/5962356240903587674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/relationship-with-god.html' title='Relationship with God'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-8551340600740584026</id><published>2009-04-24T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:24:36.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_KHusv7sBxY78wd7kbBzoBBpB1DbDCNdo3B9KcQ9TduaH_krFu1_XIMd_WDVnzkCza1DHysjaZ_RCmnc_Kql2zkFJN-JtEpog-DdMMiZ1LROJpaS4KOyy5SIC05DgWl5oKpCj9Ihlm8-/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328325316997783986&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_KHusv7sBxY78wd7kbBzoBBpB1DbDCNdo3B9KcQ9TduaH_krFu1_XIMd_WDVnzkCza1DHysjaZ_RCmnc_Kql2zkFJN-JtEpog-DdMMiZ1LROJpaS4KOyy5SIC05DgWl5oKpCj9Ihlm8-/s400/scan0002.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoy life to the fullest every single day as it is a gift from God. After a long week of work or school, it could involve a fun filled Saturday with friends simply hanging out soaking up the warm spring air. When it is time to play, play and have a ball doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/8551340600740584026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/enjoy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/8551340600740584026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/8551340600740584026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_KHusv7sBxY78wd7kbBzoBBpB1DbDCNdo3B9KcQ9TduaH_krFu1_XIMd_WDVnzkCza1DHysjaZ_RCmnc_Kql2zkFJN-JtEpog-DdMMiZ1LROJpaS4KOyy5SIC05DgWl5oKpCj9Ihlm8-/s72-c/scan0002.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-1610281073225674603</id><published>2009-04-23T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:30:20.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening</title><content type='html'>So wonderful seeing all of you at visitation last night, visiting once a month for a few hours does not give us enough time to discuss all the things to talk about in your lives. Each of you have so much to tell me but the small amount of time does not allow you to deliver all your thoughts. Thanks for your patience in allowing others to talk.  Life Lesson: Be a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;Most people are not good listeners. While the other person is talking they are preparing their next question or response, never truly hearing what the other person is saying. I cannot wait to listen to all that is going on in your life since I have missed. I hope I get moved soon so I can sit with each of you for a visit and catch up. Life Lesson: Listen to your friends; focus on exactly what they have to say when you are with them. This is a great habit to get into.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/1610281073225674603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/listening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/1610281073225674603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/1610281073225674603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/listening.html' title='Listening'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-8521987744195630748</id><published>2009-04-20T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:35:48.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>I love to read, always have. I get this from my Mother. I usually find an author I like and read everything by them; James Patterson, Elisabeth Elliot, Nicholas Sparks, Elizabeth Berg, Janet Evanovich, and lately Jodi Picoult. I like her books because they always have a controversial plot that makes you think twice about your reactions to certain situations. It’s always easy to say what you’d do or how you’d feel but until you are standing in that moment of time living that reality there is always more to it than you think. The latest one I read involved an Amish girl. I have been fascinated by these people ever since that story about the man that went on a rampage and killed the five little girls in the Amish school. I don’t know all the details but what stuck out in my mind was the way the Amish reacted, they got a quote from one man: &quot;I don&#39;t think there&#39;s anybody here that wants to do anything but forgive and not only reach out to those who have suffered a loss in that way but to reach out to the family of the man who committed these acts,&quot; he told CNN. After reading this book I am amazed with their way of life again, they literally believe in and live by turning the other cheek. So many of us profess to be Christians but how often do we actually live by the rules that we believe in like they do? I know that I struggle with even the simplest of Christ’s teachings. (I swear there is a point to this blog stay with me here) I love and respect my mom. Yes she can drive me nutty but nobody understands me like she does. When I’m angry and ranting about something she’ll say “well what do you want me to do?” because she knows that I don’t want her to “do” anything I just want her to listen and agree with me about how awful this situation is. She takes care of everything with the house and I mean everything from weeding the bushes to fixing the toilet and always has while still finding time to take care of all of us. I never hesitated in school before volunteering my mom to bake cookies for teacher luncheons, or go on the field trips even the out of town ones. She could always take or pick up from the movies in middle school (she’s been driving carpool for over 20 years!) and somehow she always knew exactly what all of us were up to. I swear she knows when we’re up to trouble before we even plan anything. MY POINT: Over the last couple of years we knew this would be a hard time for my Dad and that he would try and make the best of the situation but I don’t think any of us could have imagined how hard this would be for my Mom. Constantly worrying about Dad and his well being, being Mother and Father at home, not only continuing to take care of the house and kids but now also working an outside job you could say she has a ton on her plate. Oh and did I mention as her lovely children instead of supporting her and thanking her for all she does we are much more likely to judge and point out all the things we think she is doing wrong; you gave one kid this not the other, Connor didn’t have to finish his dinner, my favorite you let Connor off too easy, Connor’s favorite you are too strict.  For the sake of keeping things real she does get grouchy with us every once in awhile but while we love and treasure all the lessons that Dad writes down and sends to us I think that Mom is showing us some of the most important ones we’ll ever learn. Lessons like walking the walk instead of just talking the talk. Often we associate Christ with a father figure maybe more so in my family because Dad was the one we went to church with but as I think about it I’ve realized a few things. Here they are: how selfless Mom has to be putting all of our needs before hers, how she loves all of us in spite of our many faults, how she has kept her promise to love and honor for richer or poorer in good times and bad, how she is continuing to turn the other cheek. I’ve learned that we sometimes forget to give credit where credit is due so here’s to Mom thanks for the Christ like example for all of us. Amanda</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/8521987744195630748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/8521987744195630748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/8521987744195630748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-103498913463088804</id><published>2009-04-17T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:59:24.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Quick update on Dad, he is back in Millington so we get to go visit Friday-Sunday and Mom makes sure that someone is there every hour available. He says it’s like Disney World after being where he was before! Millington has new chairs in the visiting room and the way he raves about them you would think that they had back massagers built in, I swear he asked me 18 times how much I loved the new chairs. He’s back working in education, his first assignment is leading a book club and then he will teach a new class this summer. Softball is starting and D unit and C unit are fighting over him. He was placed in D unit this time but C unit thinks that since he played with them last year he should again this year too. He has lost a little weight but he is already looking so much better. Everyone was home last weekend for Delanie’s birthday and Easter so Dad got plenty of time with each of us. Being able to all get a couple hours a week to visit is so much nicer than all going for the two and a half hours once a month to the Shelby farms facility. Connor would get so sick of listening to me and Sean talk about work, Delanie talk about her new job with the Cowboys, and Reaghan talk about the parties I mean classes at school. That is for the 15 minutes that we weren’t talking about King Tut  (Connor’s) baseball. I guess Mom writing him every day with updates on King Tut wasn’t enough. Speaking of writing&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have asked for his address so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;FPC&lt;br /&gt;James Foley 21320-076&lt;br /&gt;PO BOX 2000&lt;br /&gt;Millington, TN  38083-2000&lt;br /&gt;I know he loves hearing from everybody but please don’t feel obligated.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/103498913463088804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/103498913463088804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/103498913463088804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-1654500171994112844</id><published>2009-04-16T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:12:02.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0mA1XdxH-_xENjnF_0hThXJYLmr1m97xjl6OjlEWITyxmP9x93zd270MqM6S5XVBzQ7EPEjnu0qMr84f0C-fRuaJ8GXKnHWEEiPKtG7rwugDvBTRYMASJqW7-eSEZJImPeu1X_5iUdKf/s1600-h/100_0374.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325351747978437570&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0mA1XdxH-_xENjnF_0hThXJYLmr1m97xjl6OjlEWITyxmP9x93zd270MqM6S5XVBzQ7EPEjnu0qMr84f0C-fRuaJ8GXKnHWEEiPKtG7rwugDvBTRYMASJqW7-eSEZJImPeu1X_5iUdKf/s400/100_0374.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Disclaimer: Just because we have been blessed with these lessons does NOT mean that we take full advantage of them! I want to make sure that everyone who reads these knows that we are all a work in progress. This is for those of you that can’t see how “human” we are on a daily basis. I started this blog to be a positive to counteract the negative that is going on in our lives but I did not in any way, shape, or form want this to be a look at us and how great we are…because to put it bluntly we’re not. With that being said, I’m the only one who can say it. Those of you with family understand that, right? In the world of big families we are much more like the Bakers than the Murtaughs (Cheaper by the Dozen 2 with Steve Martin you can Google it) Here’s some pictures from Thanksgiving and Christmas 2008 to prove it…kids don’t kill me! Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-JRRm86o4U5i_GTA01ozxddWz9j87_likXf-irXbaZwFyY6gR5S4c1Jz5OwjRKV5Nt-TsYonf56NuizLB9Q8WHFrf4uLR9T3sMVpw2AbbMikfxo_OaCNL4fB9ya5kaYA_d_WvI59yyLLl/s1600-h/100_0308.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325351550569849954&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-JRRm86o4U5i_GTA01ozxddWz9j87_likXf-irXbaZwFyY6gR5S4c1Jz5OwjRKV5Nt-TsYonf56NuizLB9Q8WHFrf4uLR9T3sMVpw2AbbMikfxo_OaCNL4fB9ya5kaYA_d_WvI59yyLLl/s400/100_0308.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/1654500171994112844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/disclaimer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/1654500171994112844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/1654500171994112844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/disclaimer.html' title='Disclaimer'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0mA1XdxH-_xENjnF_0hThXJYLmr1m97xjl6OjlEWITyxmP9x93zd270MqM6S5XVBzQ7EPEjnu0qMr84f0C-fRuaJ8GXKnHWEEiPKtG7rwugDvBTRYMASJqW7-eSEZJImPeu1X_5iUdKf/s72-c/100_0374.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-3505282550937381680</id><published>2009-04-16T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:23:05.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...Systems...A Kick in the Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvue2gB_U9EGyKok_cKDAxMwxt4DPBEl6Pl87UkIhFXdae3DDM8k424AcS0HPrR2sxJnDsHaQmzdBPDF6aFxym_gpAZn1BAttTLHlFlY5Y3aDH9XmhBSUYk40fqMcsaBZC8_NRsxmrQz-0/s1600-h/100_0475.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325293919162234258&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvue2gB_U9EGyKok_cKDAxMwxt4DPBEl6Pl87UkIhFXdae3DDM8k424AcS0HPrR2sxJnDsHaQmzdBPDF6aFxym_gpAZn1BAttTLHlFlY5Y3aDH9XmhBSUYk40fqMcsaBZC8_NRsxmrQz-0/s400/100_0475.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life Lesson: Working hard with a single mindedness of perfect will allow all your dreams to come true. Sometimes people stay away from dreams because it sounds a little fluffy or hard to achieve, it just seems out there. A company normally does not say our dream is to become this, instead they say our vision is to become this. I guess they believe it sounds a lot better, to use vision then dream. Sports teams at the pro and college level promote their vision for the next year and the following years. There is not a business or pro/college team that does not have a vision for their future. Most corporations publish their vision statement for everyone to see. People would not buy stock in the company if they did not know where this company is going demonstrated by their dream or vision statement.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going in life? Please update your dreams for me and give me your dreams/visions for 2009. I would love for you to do this for me. Hopefully, if you wondered about dreams being a little “goofy or hokey” the vision statement demonstrates the importance of completing it.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you have your dream and you are willing to work hard, you must establish a systematic procedure for success. Life Lesson: you must develop a system and have the discipline to follow the system. Delanie and Reaghan need a system at Ole Miss and then a system for how they will study for their classes. Please recognize this challenge, most of the time you will not have someone telling you exactly what to do. People do what the boss or coach tells them. Sean and Amanda do not work for an employer so they must develop a self discipline to work their system. If they worked for Hatcher or Walt, they would know their job responsibilities. Nobody will tell Reaghan and Delanie what to do next semester. They must follow their own system and have complete trust in it. Here is a great example for Connor. Here is a System: M-F Lift 2:30-3:30, break, speed train/agility 3:45-4:15, break, Hit 4:30-5:30. This is the type of work ethic required to be a champion. This is hard as a freshman but can Connor find a way to implement a schedule as this for his own development? He will develop a system like this as he gets older, I would love to see him do it now.You may have times where you need a little motivation or a push to workout. You are in Maine where it is cold; it is cold in Memphis too. You are all healthy so there is no excuses for not exercising. I cannot feel sorry for you for even one minute. Please keep this in mind as you approach your exercise. Life Lesson: There is an 18 yr old boy coming home from Iraq without an arm or a leg who would give anything to run and lift, So what is your excuse? “Oh, you are not in the mood or do not feel like it.” Well pick it up, you know it is good for you, kick yourself in the ass, everyone needs a kick in the ass every once in a while, no big deal with that, now demonstrate the self discipline and go out and do what you are suppose to do!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/3505282550937381680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreamssystemsa-kick-in-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/3505282550937381680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/3505282550937381680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreamssystemsa-kick-in-ass.html' title='Dreams...Systems...A Kick in the Ass'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvue2gB_U9EGyKok_cKDAxMwxt4DPBEl6Pl87UkIhFXdae3DDM8k424AcS0HPrR2sxJnDsHaQmzdBPDF6aFxym_gpAZn1BAttTLHlFlY5Y3aDH9XmhBSUYk40fqMcsaBZC8_NRsxmrQz-0/s72-c/100_0475.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-1917688827074284668</id><published>2009-04-15T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:14:10.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8eUCMyOiLbOie6rD7ZIojLyq7Iw79v_B23WH3ZLk5A-Zg95r2ZrFYqmGdvUP2yoAx6DKxHrSJ2bgs9NOzg5meVBRBL0U6JiZvDRbFnghzKDrusRyuyqsqzUpitc8NLt3DWKocmML1YvZM/s1600-h/r2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324936381638037874&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8eUCMyOiLbOie6rD7ZIojLyq7Iw79v_B23WH3ZLk5A-Zg95r2ZrFYqmGdvUP2yoAx6DKxHrSJ2bgs9NOzg5meVBRBL0U6JiZvDRbFnghzKDrusRyuyqsqzUpitc8NLt3DWKocmML1YvZM/s400/r2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOEFVmosH_gijfTILq0d3hjE_pbBU2J2sJ4XqNUePrzx_ivCwXMcz3qJ7RaLeXrDlFL-yXluxXBYegMO5qfkOV7pa1Kb8og577yPXYMP-dilHxKi3Mby8ZF5Ux7gc8dzTp75vskVtGsyEb/s1600-h/r1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324936319977003186&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOEFVmosH_gijfTILq0d3hjE_pbBU2J2sJ4XqNUePrzx_ivCwXMcz3qJ7RaLeXrDlFL-yXluxXBYegMO5qfkOV7pa1Kb8og577yPXYMP-dilHxKi3Mby8ZF5Ux7gc8dzTp75vskVtGsyEb/s400/r1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life you need some trusted advisors who will tell you the absolute truth about all areas of your life. This includes your behavior, lifestyle, looks, school, sports, and career as well as other aspects of life. Most people shy away from the truth as so often the truth tells us what we do not want to hear.  Often times we know the truth, yet we do not want people telling us this difficult information. Let’s face it so often in life we get into ruts or fall into bad habits. These ruts and habits are just part of life but the reality is we want to avoid them when possible. If we fall into traps when we are not doing the right thing, learn to appreciate the people that will be honest with you. In fact, seek out trusted advisors and let them know that you always want honest and candid feedback on you and your life. Life Lesson: Seek out trusted advisors who will provide you honest feedback. This will benefit you so much in life.&lt;br /&gt;Part of parenting is giving good honest feedback. Parenting includes teaching, training, and discipline, all provided with love which includes good honest feedback. What is key with the above is love. When people truly love you, feel so comfortable getting feedback from them. As we all know many people will say things with nefarious intentions and no plans to help us out. Some people come across as friends yet we know they possess a different agenda. The key when you look for trusted advisors is whether they truly love you. Always remember the tremendous love your parents and family have for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/1917688827074284668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-life-you-need-some-trusted-advisors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/1917688827074284668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/1917688827074284668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-life-you-need-some-trusted-advisors.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8eUCMyOiLbOie6rD7ZIojLyq7Iw79v_B23WH3ZLk5A-Zg95r2ZrFYqmGdvUP2yoAx6DKxHrSJ2bgs9NOzg5meVBRBL0U6JiZvDRbFnghzKDrusRyuyqsqzUpitc8NLt3DWKocmML1YvZM/s72-c/r2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-8733972433525245424</id><published>2009-04-14T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:50:21.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray...Help...Love</title><content type='html'>I so often talked with each of you about saying your prayers at night as we have so much to be thankful for in so many areas. Talk to God during the day as a friend where you bring so many of your problems to Him. As you make both big and small decisions ask Him for guidance on the correct course of action. This will provide a lot of comfort to you.&lt;br /&gt;Helping the less fortunate is something we must do during our life. I love the Catholic Faith as a primary mission is meeting the needs of these people. Every act of kindness you do for the unfortunate is an act of kindness toward God. When you look at these forgotten people you can see God. Think about this when you see the poor, dirty, and sad individuals; you will see God. It takes some effort at times, but make sure you find ways to help the less fortunate. Life lesson: Make time for prayer and helping the less fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;As Delanie’s priest mentioned last week both of the things above are important in our Christian life. However do not forget the importance of demonstrating love and kindness toward all your family members and friends. It does not make sense to pray and help the less fortunate and then act with a choleric and petulant attitude toward the people you love. So often people can be mean towards the people they truly love. What a sad way to live our life. Go out of your way to help Mom with chores and any challenges she faces each day. Encourage each other to do their best each day and strive for their goals. Demonstrate the love and care that you have for each other on a daily basis and catch yourself whenever you are about to say anything mean or inappropriate to them. Operate in this same way with your friends too. Life Lesson: Encourage love and stay positive with family and friends.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/8733972433525245424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/prayhelplove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/8733972433525245424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/8733972433525245424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/prayhelplove.html' title='Pray...Help...Love'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-5716644709120978292</id><published>2009-04-13T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:59:28.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Discipline</title><content type='html'>Self discipline turns your dreams into reality!  We know it takes hard work to achieve your dreams so you must discipline yourself to put in the required effort.  Discipline does not take place until you are ready, this big rocks of an achievement must be important to you.  You must have your mind right where a determination takes you over in your mind to do something.  No one truly motivates you to do something until you are completely ready yourself.  Other people may inspire you to do something, but you decide yourself it is time to put it in gear.  Someone can give you some excellent ideas but it all comes together when you truly engage your mind and make the determination to do it yourself. Watching all of you develop in life and continuing to develop, I clearly notice when things become very important to you.  The mind gets right and you accomplish things.  As you think about your goals and big rocks, set your goals based on what is important to you.  Hard to figure out why something all of a sudden becomes important to you, but it is just part of maturing and growing up.  Once the determination is in your mind you block everything out and stay with it.  You are determined to succeed and it will happen.  Reaghan the little brainiac gets a 3.0, I guess school became important to her!Think about all your big rocks, is it very important for you to succeed in those areas?  If so, get your mind right and operate with the determination to get it done.  It is true with more minor things too.  Is it important to keep your room clean?  Do you take care of your clothes?  What does your car look like?  Anything you’re not doing well with, step back and you will realize, right now it is just not that important to you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/feeds/5716644709120978292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/self-discipline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/5716644709120978292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102921670526588439/posts/default/5716644709120978292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafoley.blogspot.com/2009/04/self-discipline.html' title='Self Discipline'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02083661968342690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7LNIOtd8JMWEmTYvds8PbNjncwbD1Vo3ET93_jycgYbqEI-niotrd9Nbva1pkt-8pwLCjvZVJSrYcAlFCuFb7UvYAT0jnYjIDMTfx6X2rTV22lRXoNil_kytALF5fw/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102921670526588439.post-2313948498848681361</id><published>2009-04-10T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:29:57.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Delanie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM5lM5t-BguwDb6GyHvGaepaH7aR2jRVKkUBz9HJck1q8Q9yLg8cU2GSCJ7amtl4K9lZZcUazYAul2cSnya__nn2Thkb4BwixjaXaCKC7PHACG6N0_-y6xcjvwWnDzBsDzS5tmww-1GnRF/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323069427607785714&quot; 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