<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755</id><updated>2011-08-24T09:42:55.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Van Wagenen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-6611363944134314395</id><published>2011-07-29T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:26:30.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small and Simple Things</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life comes at you fast. &amp;nbsp;Days blur into weeks and weeks blur into months. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes we move so fast that we forget to stop and enjoy the little things. &amp;nbsp;A couple of days ago, I was out reading on my new patio furniture - love it - and a storm blew in. &amp;nbsp;I stayed where I was for a moment and watched as giant drops of rain fell around me. &amp;nbsp;I stretched out my hands, hoping one would land on my palm, but instead it landed directly on the top of my head. &amp;nbsp;After a few moments, the drops start coming faster. &amp;nbsp;I stayed outside, but moved closer to the back door in case I needed to bolt. &amp;nbsp;My daughter joined me. &amp;nbsp;We sat on the back porch and tried to catch rain. &amp;nbsp;Before long, we started to notice a few drops of hail. &amp;nbsp;We watched as they multiplied. &amp;nbsp;We ran inside as they pummeled us. &amp;nbsp;We stood at the back door and watched this crazy storm. &amp;nbsp;I dared my 16 year old daughter to run out and stand in the hail for 10 seconds. &amp;nbsp;We both ran out screaming "ouch, ouch, ouch". &amp;nbsp;Can you last for 30 seconds? &amp;nbsp;You bet. &amp;nbsp;"Ouch, ouch, ouch". &amp;nbsp;Who knew that a hail storm could be so much fun. &amp;nbsp;My daughter ate pieces of ice from the ground - no thanks, that where my dogs roam - yuck! &amp;nbsp;I snapped a picture in my mind. &amp;nbsp;I wish I had thought to grab the actual camera, but then I would have missed out on all the fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-6611363944134314395?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/6611363944134314395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2011/07/small-and-simple-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/6611363944134314395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/6611363944134314395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2011/07/small-and-simple-things.html' title='Small and Simple Things'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-7361332185936569751</id><published>2011-06-25T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T00:54:26.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get To Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMAvyxF9s8A/TgV3uDbVIvI/AAAAAAAAAME/JbvlPuwVMVo/s1600/IMAG0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMAvyxF9s8A/TgV3uDbVIvI/AAAAAAAAAME/JbvlPuwVMVo/s320/IMAG0015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;(I look way too excited - like some crazy super fan!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Yesterday I heard &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Brooke White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; speak (and sing) at a workshop. &amp;nbsp;You remember Brooke right... from American Idol. &amp;nbsp;She was my favorite that season because - well, the hair of course - and the fact that her voice wasn't over trained and affected. &amp;nbsp;It was pure and pretty and she didn't feel like she needed to scream to get our attention. &amp;nbsp;I don't know... that's just my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I'm a member of the Soundcheck Series here in Salt Lake. &amp;nbsp;They are a fantastic "organization that helps aspiring artists - such as myself - achieve their greatest potential." &amp;nbsp;That, my friends, was taken directly from their website - word for word. &amp;nbsp;They offer these amazing workshops where you can listen and learn from people in the music industry. &amp;nbsp;It's a great place to network and meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Brooke was different than I expected (she was really tiny!). &amp;nbsp;I thought she would have been affected by all the fame and attention she received from American Idol, but she was down to earth and really truthful about the music industry as a whole. &amp;nbsp;She took time to talk to all of us individually. &amp;nbsp;She must have been there all night - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;exhausting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I have a new perspective of what the music business really looks like and how much work it actually takes to be successful. &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure that I'm not working hard enough, so it's time to kick it into gear. &amp;nbsp;People are always asking me, "how is your music coming, have you written anything new, when are you going to do another album?" &amp;nbsp;I smile and say that I'm working on it or sometime next year or in the fall. &amp;nbsp;At this rate, I will release my next album when monkeys fly out of my butt - that sounds downright painful. &amp;nbsp;Brooke said something really remarkable. &amp;nbsp;Someone asked her what keeps her motivated to move forward. &amp;nbsp;She responded by saying "I don't know". &amp;nbsp;Pretty profound right. &amp;nbsp;But she followed it up by saying that music is just a part of her and that this is just something she HAS to continue doing. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I hear ya sista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I hear songs in my sleep, I create melodies in the shower, I find lyrics in reality TV - who does that. &amp;nbsp;It's just a part of me and the more I try to put it off, the more frustrated I become. &amp;nbsp;I love the songs that I am creating lately. &amp;nbsp;Some are fun and quirky and some come straight from my gut. &amp;nbsp;Some jump onto the page and others are painstakingly emerging over days or weeks. &amp;nbsp;Some I love and some I will probably throw away. &amp;nbsp;But the point is, I'm writing and loving it. &amp;nbsp;Will another album be out in the fall - not likely. &amp;nbsp;In a year - hopefully! &amp;nbsp;I just need to get all my ducks in a row (or as Brooke put it - eggs in a row - huh?!) I'm grateful for great examples in the music industry that motivate me and empathize with me - including the super talented Brooke White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;For more information on the Soundcheck Series,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;visit their website at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundcheckseries.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;www.soundcheckseries.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-7361332185936569751?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/7361332185936569751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2011/06/get-to-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/7361332185936569751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/7361332185936569751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2011/06/get-to-work.html' title='Get To Work'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMAvyxF9s8A/TgV3uDbVIvI/AAAAAAAAAME/JbvlPuwVMVo/s72-c/IMAG0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-808881745669556693</id><published>2010-03-01T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:04:39.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings in Prison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Yesterday I went to prison...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had never been to the prison before. &amp;nbsp;I've passed it on the freeway, looked over and wondered what it must be like to live within those foreboding fences. &amp;nbsp;But actually walking up and standing next to that fence gives you a very different perspective. &amp;nbsp;A couple of months ago, I was invited to give a fireside at the Utah State Women's Prison. &amp;nbsp;I gladly accepted even though it seemed a bit scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;It was anything but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked through the prison gates, and then through several doors, I felt trapped. &amp;nbsp;They checked our equipment and allowed us entrance to the prison grounds. &amp;nbsp;Secretly I worried they would never let me out!! &amp;nbsp;But once I entered the prison chapel, I felt like I had just walked into any other LDS ward house. &amp;nbsp;The spirit was the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Why wouldn't it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the women filled the small chapel, I felt very over dressed. &amp;nbsp;I wore a lovely black skirt. &amp;nbsp;They wore prison garb. &amp;nbsp;But their faces reminded me of every other woman throughout the church that comes to feel the spirit. &amp;nbsp;They were beautiful and reposed, they chatted and hugged, greeted each other with hand shakes and &amp;nbsp;laughter and sang the hymns with gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it was my turn to speak, I nervously walked to the pulpit. &amp;nbsp;I worried that I would not be able to say anything that would give them comfort. &amp;nbsp;How could I understand their challenges and lift their load? &amp;nbsp;But as I began to speak and sing, tears flowed freely. &amp;nbsp;Sisters wrapped their arms around one another, comforting words were given. &amp;nbsp;They even laughed at my jokes! &amp;nbsp;I could have been&amp;nbsp;speaking at any&amp;nbsp;other Relief Society meeting in the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite scripture stories to share is found in Luke, Chapter 7. &amp;nbsp;It's the story of a woman who kneels at the foot of the Savior and washes his feet with her tears and dries them with her hair. &amp;nbsp;She was a sinner, but the Lord knew her heart and said unto her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Thy sins are forgiven, thy faith hath saved thee, go in peace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;As I told this story, I couldn't help but draw some comparisons. &amp;nbsp;Here were these woman, who obviously had made some mistakes, but they were there, trying to overcome their challenges, turning to the Lord for help and longing for peace and solace. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;To listen to my song "Go In Peace" click the play button on the right hand side of the page!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a beautiful experience this was for me and my husband. &amp;nbsp;(He was put on the spot and had to bear his testimony - which was a real treat!) &amp;nbsp;At the end of the meeting, which lasted about 2 hours....lots of blabbing from yours truly...we had the opportunity to chat with the sisters and interact with them. &amp;nbsp;I left feeling humbled and uplifted with a stronger conviction that our Heavenly Father loves each of us with all of His heart, without exception and without guile. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to all the sisters in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Utah State Penitentiary who welcomed me with open arms into their small flock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" 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Prison'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-9204968852186725037</id><published>2009-12-15T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:59:33.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am officially the worst blogger ever!&amp;nbsp; I don't know how people find the time.&amp;nbsp; Here it is December 14th and Christmas is just around the corner.&amp;nbsp; I have finally finished all my shopping and now it is time to start making Hot Fudge sauce for my neighbors - yes you will get the same thing again this year!&amp;nbsp; Let's just call it a tradition.&amp;nbsp; I love Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I love the twinkling lights, the fragrant aromas, the snow (mind you, I do not like the cold), and I especially love the music.&amp;nbsp; Everywhere you go, you hear Christmas music, new versions of the same song, old versions of Christmas classics.&amp;nbsp; I'm not picky - although I must admit, I'm not too fond of Christmas rap - those two words shouldn't even be in the same sentence!&amp;nbsp; But my favorite Christmas songs are those sung by&amp;nbsp;children.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't matter what song it is, it doesn't even matter if they skip a few words here and there (even better!).&amp;nbsp; They could sing off key, I don't care.&amp;nbsp; Children's voices are beautiful.&amp;nbsp; I have decided that I have the most wonderful calling in our church.&amp;nbsp; I lead the music in Primary.&amp;nbsp; Now, I'm not saying it's easy.&amp;nbsp; I stress about it every Saturday.&amp;nbsp; But listening to those angel voices every Sunday, fills my heart to near bursting.&amp;nbsp; As they share their testimonies through music, my testimony is strengthened every single weak.&amp;nbsp; This month we have been learning a new Christmas song called "Does He Remember".&amp;nbsp; It's a beautiful song and the children love it.&amp;nbsp; Last Sunday, as we were singing that song, one of the Sunbeams started wiping her eyes.&amp;nbsp; Her teacher bent over and asked her if she was all right.&amp;nbsp; She replied, "Yes, I'm okay.&amp;nbsp; This song just always makes my eyes water."&amp;nbsp; Now that's what I'm talking about.&amp;nbsp; What greater calling could there be, than helping God's children feel and recognize the spirit and to watch it touch their lives.&amp;nbsp; I am truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SygGuIIiCQI/AAAAAAAAALw/h2MkOvo-oSY/s1600-h/Primary_FHE_Activity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SygGuIIiCQI/AAAAAAAAALw/h2MkOvo-oSY/s320/Primary_FHE_Activity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Since music is such a big part of my life, I thought I would share.&amp;nbsp; I only have 1 recorded Christmas song in my repertoire, so you may have heard this one already.&amp;nbsp; I wrote this song from Mary's perspective.&amp;nbsp; I can only imagine what joy she must have felt on that sacred night when she held the Christ child in her arms for the first time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As a mother, I have never felt closer to God, then in those precious moments following the birth of my own children, as I held them and kissed them, my joy was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music coming......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-9204968852186725037?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/9204968852186725037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/9204968852186725037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/9204968852186725037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SygGuIIiCQI/AAAAAAAAALw/h2MkOvo-oSY/s72-c/Primary_FHE_Activity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-8985050568931855968</id><published>2009-10-28T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:46:31.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Heaven for Modern Medicine</title><content type='html'>It was a normal Sunday.&amp;nbsp; We started the day of with a fast, it was the first Sunday of the month, after all.&amp;nbsp; My son was up early, doing his duty, collecting fast offerings.&amp;nbsp; You don't need to ask him twice.&amp;nbsp; If there is a way to serve, he is in - unless it's me asking!&amp;nbsp; But sometimes, a relaxing Sunday, is not in the cards.&amp;nbsp; Josh started complaining his stomach hurt shortly after church.&amp;nbsp; I assumed that he was hungry.&amp;nbsp; I know I was.&amp;nbsp; But when the pain moved to his right side and he started throwing up, we started to get concerned.&amp;nbsp; I looked up his symptoms on webmd.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I know, not the most reliable source.&amp;nbsp; But after reading online AND consulting with our family doctor - who just happens to be my brother-in-law, we suspected that he had appendicitis.&amp;nbsp; I loaded him up in the car, with a lovely pink tupperware bowl ( that the hospital threw away, mind you) and headed to the emergency room.&amp;nbsp; And then we waited and waited and waited.&amp;nbsp; The hospital we were in has 72 beds in their emergency room and we still sat there forever.&amp;nbsp; I can only imagine what kind of germs were lurking.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, I hit every hand sanitizing dispenser I could find.&amp;nbsp; Finally, we were seen and all kinds of tests were run. They were pretty certain that it was appendicitis, but they wouldn't operate because he was only 12.&amp;nbsp; They sent us to Primary Children's Hospital.&amp;nbsp; More driving, more nausea, more pain.&amp;nbsp; Once we arrived at PCH, they gave Josh some Zofran for the nausea and he immediately started asking for food.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately for him,&amp;nbsp;it would be another 14 hours before he could eat.&amp;nbsp; The doctors confirmed that Josh needed an appendectomy and surgery was scheduled for 2 in the morning.&amp;nbsp; Oh, joy!&amp;nbsp; There is nothing like sleeping in hospital room on a rocking chair.&amp;nbsp; Oh, so very restful.&amp;nbsp; It's scary watching you son being wheeled into surgery.&amp;nbsp; I know it's a very common proceedure, but still...that's my baby!&amp;nbsp; After an hour of uncertainty, the doctor informed us that everything was fine and Josh was walking up.&amp;nbsp; Halleluja!&amp;nbsp; He slept all morning and woke up asking for food, of course.&amp;nbsp; He thought that was the best part.&amp;nbsp; You could order anything from the menu, at any time.&amp;nbsp; Wow, what a treat!&amp;nbsp; He was discharged later that evening, with three tiny little incisions on his stomach.&amp;nbsp; Just like that, he was appendix free.&amp;nbsp; I'm so grateful for the doctors and nurses at Primary Children's Hospital.&amp;nbsp; They were adorable with Josh and with us.&amp;nbsp; Kudos to them.&amp;nbsp; Tonight was the first night that he could resume sporting activities.&amp;nbsp; You'd have thought he'd won the lottery! Kids recover so quickly, it's like nothing ever happened!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-8985050568931855968?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/8985050568931855968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-heaven-for-modern-medicine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/8985050568931855968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/8985050568931855968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-heaven-for-modern-medicine.html' title='Thanks Heaven for Modern Medicine'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-2551516794079430237</id><published>2009-08-24T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:09:41.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to "14"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I was 14 yesterday, or was it the day before that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;In my mind it was only moments ago. &amp;nbsp;I still remember my first day of Junior High, I wish I didn't, but there it is roaming the corners of my memory. &amp;nbsp;My mom talked me into cutting my very long, very curly hair, right before 7th grade. &amp;nbsp;I ended up with the worlds worst mullet. &amp;nbsp;The summer had left it's mark. &amp;nbsp;I was determined to get a tan. &amp;nbsp;I don't tan, I merely freckle. &amp;nbsp;I must have figured that if I stayed in the sun long enough, my freckles would blend together, leaving me with a golden glow. &amp;nbsp;I nearly succeeded! &amp;nbsp;Needless to say, I was feeling a little less than confidant. &amp;nbsp;(insert terrible picture here... can't find one - they must have been lost forever!) &amp;nbsp;Some days I wish I could go back and talk to that insecure, shy little girl. &amp;nbsp;Or at least teach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;her how to do her hair! &amp;nbsp;Somehow, through it all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;However, I'm not sure how my mother survived. &amp;nbsp;I am one of 7 girls in my family. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;7 girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; - can you imagine what the bathroom looked like? &amp;nbsp;Trust me, you don't want to go there. &amp;nbsp;We were all stinkers at one time or another. &amp;nbsp;My mom always used to say, "You can think that you hate me, but you better not ever say it out loud". &amp;nbsp;The things that I said to my mother, either out loud or under my breath - how could I be so thoughtless? &amp;nbsp;I guess I have to chalk it up to being 14. &amp;nbsp;As my daughter hit that dreadful, yet wonderful age, I have more and more respect for my mother every day. &amp;nbsp;She was one brave, beautiful woman. &amp;nbsp;She listened to our ranting and raving with grace and patience - a lot of patience. &amp;nbsp; All those years of disrespect and running off at the mouth are coming to bite me in the butt. &amp;nbsp;My mother says that it's only fair and then she giggles. &amp;nbsp;Not very funny. &amp;nbsp;As I brace myself for the days ahead with 3 daughters, I hope that I can exibit as much grace and patience as my mother did. &amp;nbsp;When my daughter gives me the look, the one I perfected at 14, I am reminded of times past. &amp;nbsp;As I pushed against every barrier and tried to force my independence, my mother watched and waited until the day when I would understand her sacrifice and learn from her words and example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That must have been a good day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SpMU_Tfb_vI/AAAAAAAAALY/i4crJj4q8XM/s1600-h/392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SpMU_Tfb_vI/AAAAAAAAALY/i4crJj4q8XM/s320/392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(My mom, with all&amp;nbsp;7 daughters and&amp;nbsp;1 daughter in law.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aren't we a hot bunch!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Being a mother of a teenager may have it's challenges, but I am blessed to face them. &amp;nbsp;There is pure joy when I watch my daughter make good choices. &amp;nbsp;My heart breaks when failures come or mistakes are made, but&amp;nbsp;I recognize the growth that follows. &amp;nbsp;I rejoice as she developes a personal relationship with the Savior and I'm especially&amp;nbsp;grateful that she is mine forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373654640936398962" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SpMObNKksHI/AAAAAAAAALI/rB1hyRxDB2M/s320/IMG_1165.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-2551516794079430237?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/2551516794079430237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-to-14.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/2551516794079430237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/2551516794079430237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-to-14.html' title='Ode to &quot;14&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SpMU_Tfb_vI/AAAAAAAAALY/i4crJj4q8XM/s72-c/392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-1663344024630503216</id><published>2009-08-18T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:45:17.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The smell of clean cut grass. Warm summer storms with a lightning show to rival any 4th of July. Lying with my children on foam pads in the backyard in the early morning watching the sky as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;meteors&lt;/span&gt; shoot by. Lagoon! Camping at the lake and watching my children frolic in the waves. Night games - loud obnoxious teenagers - mine included. The sound of crickets lulling me to sleep. Camp - girls camp, scout camp, weeks away from home! Lazy days and mounds of laundry. Sleeping in...staying up late. Movies, picnics and good friends. Family reunions. Game night! Home grown tomatoes - I could use some, mine only grew 6 inches, sad little plants. Pedicures and flip flops. Beautiful sunsets. Sunflowers. Long walks with my husband, holding hands - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no children allowed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All good things must come to an end. Yes, I know, it's only the middle of August. But the day my children enter the school grounds with backpacks in tow, the fast pace returns and the lazy days of summer are gone for a spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk my children to school, they catch up with their friends on the sidewalk and are a bit annoyed that their mother is in tow, along with the handy dandy camera. Such an exciting day. New friends, new teacher, new backpack. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No kisses please!&lt;/span&gt; They pose for the camera and then they're off on a new adventure - without me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly the weather will start to cool and the leaves will fall from the trees. With colder weather comes change. Do I like change? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I accept it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; My children grow. Every day a new adventure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371526647137990690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/Sot_Bqg0eCI/AAAAAAAAALA/20H3Iht_mLI/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-1663344024630503216?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/1663344024630503216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/08/summers-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/1663344024630503216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/1663344024630503216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/08/summers-end.html' title='Summer&apos;s End'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/Sot_Bqg0eCI/AAAAAAAAALA/20H3Iht_mLI/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-8287041022397185679</id><published>2009-06-23T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:28:48.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Must Be Summer (and the rain has finally stopped!)</title><content type='html'>There is something about the sunshine that gets my creative juices flowing. I love that I can carry my instrument outside. My favorite place to write music is out on my back porch. I grab my guitar and a notebook and I'm off. However, with this constant rain, I have been stuck inside. Although, I must admit, I love the rain. I love the smell, the sounds, the way it makes everything so green (except my tomato plants - they are looking a little yellow - okay enough is enough) But today with the sun out, I plopped my butt down on my porch and started writing. I'm writing a song about "Time". I've found that as I get older, time seems to go faster and faster. The days just seem to fly by and sometimes I feel like I have accomplished very little. I wish I could freeze time (not always, just specific moments), but day after day the scenery is basically the same. This song is about making each day count, not taking anything for granted. Sounds like a good idea, huh? We will see how it turns out. So far, I like it, which is a good sign! This one is going to be a little more upbeat, with a really cool strum pattern on my guitar. It should be fun to play.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350667967401054578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SkFkKtQAUXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7A6_WrYOULU/s320/clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-8287041022397185679?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/8287041022397185679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-must-be-summer-and-rain-has-finally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/8287041022397185679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/8287041022397185679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-must-be-summer-and-rain-has-finally.html' title='It Must Be Summer (and the rain has finally stopped!)'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SkFkKtQAUXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7A6_WrYOULU/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-3481123566552125316</id><published>2009-06-11T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:22:29.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LDS Concert Series</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to let everyone know about my next concert. It will be in Manti, Utah before the Mormon Miracle Pageant, otherwise known as the Manti Pageant. I am performing on Saturday the 20th of June at 2:00 pm, 4:00 pm and 7:00 pm in the Manti High School Auditorium. The concert series runs every night during the pageant, so if you can’t make it to my concert or you just happen to be going to the pageant on another night, there are artist performing each night, including Jenny Oaks Baker and Sam Payne. Tickets are $10 for adults, $8 for students and $5 for children. All tickets will be $10 at the door. For more information go to their website at &lt;a href="http://www.ldsconcertseries.com/"&gt;http://www.ldsconcertseries.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the article about the concert in the Mormon Times: &lt;a href="http://www.mormontimes.com/arts_entertainment/music/?id=8161"&gt;http://www.mormontimes.com/arts_entertainment/music/?id=8161&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-3481123566552125316?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/3481123566552125316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/06/lds-concert-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/3481123566552125316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/3481123566552125316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/06/lds-concert-series.html' title='LDS Concert Series'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-2731704525689870888</id><published>2009-06-02T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:24:47.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magazine Article</title><content type='html'>I recently did an interview for a magazine called "Mormon Artist".  The article was published this month.  To read the article go to:  &lt;a href="http://mormonartist.net/issue-5/amy-van-wagenen/"&gt;http://mormonartist.net/issue-5/amy-van-wagenen/&lt;/a&gt;.  Let me know what you think or leave a comment below the article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-2731704525689870888?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/2731704525689870888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/06/magazine-article.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/2731704525689870888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/2731704525689870888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/06/magazine-article.html' title='Magazine Article'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-8298431068390157539</id><published>2009-04-07T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:29:14.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Expecting!</title><content type='html'>I love that title. When you post a title like that one, everyone is enticed to read more. Sadly, it's not as exciting as you might think. We have an adorable miniature schnauzer. Her name is Prinsess Mia - yes I spelled that with an "s". Princess Mia was already taken by the AKC, so prinsess it is. She is 2 years old and in a moment of weakness, I decided it would be fun to breed her. What was I thinking? Apparantely, I wasn't! We took her to the Vet today and they x-rayed her very large belly. X-rays are taboo for a pregnant mom, but somehow they are okay for a dog. They saw 7 - yes, 7 puppies. No wonder she is so huge. Poor, poor Mia. Again, what was I thinking? The puppies will be here sometime next week. They are purebred with papers and all. We will be selling them in a couple of months. I have already told myself that I am not going to fall in love with any of these little pups. I do not want 2 dogs - 1 is really enough - seriously! It turns out I am a dog lover. Here's a shout out to all of you fellow dog lovers. At the end of the day, that cute little dog still loves me unconditionally. She never talks back and is so eager to please. I grew up surrounded by animals. We always had at least one dog. We also had... a BIRD, - it flew away several times, but always returned, he was fluent in phone mimicking and he could say my sister's name perfectly, a TURTLE -it got left outside and froze, FROGS -they jumped out of the aquarium and we found them weeks later stuck to the windows in our family room, we even had 2 DUCKS at one time - they roamed the backyard for weeks until finally my dad could no longer stand the mess and we took them to the Hogle Zoo (at least that is what I was told). Animals are a fun part of life, at least in my childhood! Having a dog has been great for my children. She shows them love when they feel lonely or sad. She teaches them to be compassionate and to be responsible. Fortunately, my kids are old enough to clean up her messes in the backyard. Thank heaven! So, wish me luck on my new puppy adventure and I'll keep you posted. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322076715885756434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SdvQk1W_gBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2xZ9wbEe9_I/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-8298431068390157539?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/8298431068390157539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-expecting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/8298431068390157539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/8298431068390157539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-expecting.html' title='We&apos;re Expecting!'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SdvQk1W_gBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2xZ9wbEe9_I/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-6896094744357571355</id><published>2009-03-25T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:47:05.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showcase Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Thursday was the Mormon Times Showcase Concert.  Yes, I know, I'm a little slow, but I'm still a little euphoric.  It was incredible.  I thought for sure that I would be nervous to perform on stage in front of such a large audience... well, a relatively large audience, and half of them were family members!  But I wasn't nervous - go figure.  I loved being on stage with all the lights and a band behind me, my band did an amazing job.  No, I did not get to meet Donny Osmond, but Brandon Osmond is a great guy.   And although Daniel Archuleta performed that night, I didn't get to meet him either.  I was kinda hoping that his brother David would show up, but no such luck.  I guess he's a little busy these days!  I must admit however, that I was a little disappointed that I didn't win any money:( but I am truly grateful for all the support that I received from all my friends and family.  Unfortunately the Osmonds have more friends and apparently, more family.  I didn't think families got any bigger than mine!   Thanks for all the votes.  They helped me get to the concert, which was really my goal.  All 6 of the finalist were fantastic and it was fun hangin' out with all of them in the "green room".  That was priceless.  I'm also very grateful for the people who put all of this together.  It has been a wonderful opportunity for me to promote my music - for free, no less!  I was even in the newspaper a few times - dorky picture and all.  The results are as follows:  1st place - Brandon Osmond, 2nd place Nicole Sheahan, 3rd place - Truman.  They are great musicians and I wish all of them luck in the future.  They did take pictures and a video of the concert.  I will post them when I get them.  I gave my daughtr the camera for the night and asked her to take some pictures.  This is all I got...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/ScqVrBhTssI/AAAAAAAAADY/DOS1iUZTxFI/s320/SDC10388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317226876439343810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Nicole Sheahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/ScqVSJo47zI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zTPF0GPyh6s/s320/SDC10380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317226449121898290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know what I'm doing here - probably biting my lip (bad habit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/ScqT1T_5M4I/AAAAAAAAADI/Xm7VPArc9fc/s320/SDC10378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317224854174905218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think there's actually 2 of me in this picture.  1 is definitely enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-6896094744357571355?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/6896094744357571355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/03/showcase-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/6896094744357571355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/6896094744357571355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/03/showcase-concert.html' title='Showcase Concert'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/ScqVrBhTssI/AAAAAAAAADY/DOS1iUZTxFI/s72-c/SDC10388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-6095700493457672255</id><published>2009-03-03T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:18:06.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in the Finals!</title><content type='html'>I made it into the finals in the Mormon Times Showcase Contest.  Who would have thought - huh!  Thanks to all who voted for me.  I am so excited!  The final round of voting starts today and continues until March 10th.  You can still vote once every day.  The winner will recieve $5000 and will be announced at a concert featuring all the finalist.  The 6 finalists are myself, of course, Brandon Osmond, Barry Hansen, Truman, Nicole Sheahan and Ryan Innes, so it should be a great concert.  The concert will be held on March 19th at the Covey Center for the Arts in Orem, Utah.  Tickets are on sale now and you can purchase them by following this link:  &lt;a href="http://www.coveycenter.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=264&amp;amp;Itemid=4"&gt;http://www.coveycenter.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=264&amp;amp;Itemid=4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to vote and thanks for all your support.  Vote here:  &lt;a href="http://music.mormontimes.com/contest.php?id=756&amp;amp;nocache=1"&gt;http://music.mormontimes.com/contest.php?id=756&amp;amp;nocache=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-6095700493457672255?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/6095700493457672255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-in-finals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/6095700493457672255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/6095700493457672255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-in-finals.html' title='I am in the Finals!'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-5775592850516093471</id><published>2009-02-16T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:03:21.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting Starts Today</title><content type='html'>Voting for the finals in the Mormon Times contest starts today.  There are 12 finalist - Me of course, Brandon Osmond (Donny's son), Due West, Shaun Barrows, Ryan Innes, Aaron Southerland, Maati Maile, Nicole Sheahan, Maxine Soakai, Poli Hala, Truman and Barry Hansen.  Every artist is very talented, so the competition is pretty strong.  Voting will continue for 2 weeks and the top 6 continue on to the final round of voting which runs March 3 - March 10th.  The top 6 contestants will perform at a concert at the Covey Center for the Arts in Provo on March 19th and the winner recieves $5000.  Tickets for that event are on sale now, but I have no idea who will be performing.  They will not be showing a tally of the votes, the finalists will be announced on the final day of voting.  I guess that's good for me, I won't feel like a total loser when I only have 5 votes, no one will even know!  I would love to make it to the final round and be able to perform at the concert, but we will see what happens.  This has been a great opportunity to share my music with a wider audience, and it's provided some great publicity.  In fact, there is an article about me and my music in the Mormon Times news this week.  You can read the article here:  &lt;a href="http://www.mormontimes.com/arts_entertainment/music/?id=6164"&gt;http://www.mormontimes.com/arts_entertainment/music/?id=6164&lt;/a&gt;  I seriously don't remember saying most of those things, but I'm sure I was nervous!  To vote for my video, you can follow this link:  &lt;a href="http://music.mormontimes.com/contest.php?id=756&amp;amp;nocache=1"&gt;http://music.mormontimes.com/contest.php?id=756&amp;amp;nocache=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-5775592850516093471?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/5775592850516093471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/02/voting-starts-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/5775592850516093471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/5775592850516093471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/02/voting-starts-today.html' title='Voting Starts Today'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-5593938759876857812</id><published>2009-01-05T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:17:59.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Semi-Finalist!</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone for all your votes in the mormon times showcase contest. I have made it into the semi-finals.  You can click here to check out the showcase: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.mormontimes.com/contest.php?id=756"&gt;http://music.mormontimes.com/contest.php?id=756&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is part of the article that was in the newspaper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun Barrowes, Due West, Brandon Osmond and Amy Van Wagenen have emerged as the first four semifinalists in MormonTimes.com's "Showcase," the free online music video contest. They were the top four in the voting that began Nov. 15 and ended at midnight Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The talent is incredible," said Bob Wood, Mormon Times' marketing director. He said there were 52 entries in "Showcase," and 108 artists have uploaded music to the site so far. Barrowes, of Spanish Fork, made it to the final 48 in the seventh season of "American Idol" and has released a jazz/pop CD titled "Big Bang Theory." Due West, a country trio, is made up of Matt Lopez of Wyoming, Tim Gates of Utah and Brad Hull of Arizona. They have been part of the Nashville club scene since 2004. Brandon Osmond, of Orem, is the son of Donny Osmond and has been writing songs since high school, He served an LDS mission to Scotland. Amy Van Wagenen, of Salt Lake City, is the mother of four children and just recently returned to making music now that her children are older. Their videos will be on the Showcase Web site through the next rounds of voting. The second round of voting will run through Jan. 15, and the third round will run from Jan. 16 through Feb. 15. The four semifinalists from those rounds will join Barrowes, Due West, Osmond and Van Wagenen for the final voting, which will run Feb. 16 through March 1. Musicians who have the top six videos at the end of final voting will be featured at a live concert in March 19 at 7:30 at the Covey Center for the Arts in Provo. The top vote-getter, who will win a $5,000 first prize, will be announced at the concert. Second prize will be $2,000 and third prize will be $1,000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-5593938759876857812?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/5593938759876857812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-semi-finalist.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/5593938759876857812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/5593938759876857812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-semi-finalist.html' title='I&apos;m a Semi-Finalist!'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-1903626788311971316</id><published>2009-01-04T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:55:49.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switching to Blogspot</title><content type='html'>I have officially joined blogspot. I originally had my blog on my website, but I wanted to link up to other blogs and sites, so I moved. Moving is hard work! Just one more site that I have to figure out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-1903626788311971316?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/1903626788311971316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/01/switching-to-blogspot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/1903626788311971316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/1903626788311971316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2009/01/switching-to-blogspot.html' title='Switching to Blogspot'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-2468293133675116706</id><published>2008-11-12T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:46:23.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Funny</title><content type='html'>So, I'm entering a contest on mormontimes.com.  I have to make a video and then people will vote for it. The winner gets a cash prize and a chance to perform at a concert - fun! My husband has been helping me put it together and it's been really funny. Everything seems so contrived! We laugh a lot. We are doing it to the song "Tiny Graces" and my kids will be in it - which they absolutely love. It's been a challenge to get them to act naturally. They aren't normally that sweet:) We'll see how it turns out, after all it didn't cost me a dime. It is what it is!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I must have the coolest family ever. My parents are so great. I get my sense of humor from my mom and my freckles from my dad. Thanks dad! I think my dad alone has purchased 30 copies of my cd. He passes them out to all his friends. So cute! And every time my mother goes into Deseret Book, she makes sure that my cd is facing out, so that everyone can see it. She's in there a lot, and I'm sure it makes the clerks crazy, but I'm not complaining at all! More power to her. My mom had hip replacement surgery this week. I called to check on her the day she came home from the hospital and she said the funniest things, fortunately she probably won't remember, but it made me laugh, which is my favorite thing to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-2468293133675116706?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/2468293133675116706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/2468293133675116706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/2468293133675116706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-funny.html' title='Life is Funny'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-8720163858029744030</id><published>2008-10-29T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:43:38.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Like the Wind</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I'm not the best blogger. It's tough putting words on a page. It seems so permanent - even though I have the authority to edit at any time! However, I am a very sarcastic person. But my sarcasm never seems to come across quite as funny in print as it does in person. Maybe it doesn't come across very well in person either, I don't know. But I can't use any inflections to tell my story - or my hands - which I use quite frequently! Therefore, I'm always concerned about what I write and how people will take it. Plus, I'm always changing my mind. For instance, I decided to cancel my trax adds that I had scheduled for December. I decided I could spend my money elsewhere - not on new jeans - but in other areas of advertising. Although I must admit, a girl can never have enough jeans, right! I hope I am making the right decisions, this is a tough business and I'm a novice, but I'll just keep pluggin' away and hopefully I get something right! I just have to remember to be flexible, thank heaven for Yoga! See... the sarcasm again. I just can't help myself. I better stop while I'm ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-8720163858029744030?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/8720163858029744030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-like-wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/8720163858029744030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/8720163858029744030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-like-wind.html' title='I&apos;m Like the Wind'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-2676696696465099110</id><published>2008-09-28T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:39:10.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Waiting" is over</title><content type='html'>I now have thousands of cd's in my possession and soon I hope they will be in your possession. I signed a deal this week for distribution with Sounds of Zion. The cd's will be on the shelf at Deseret Book and Seagull Book and Tape, or wherever LDS books are sold, October 6th, the day after conference. Listen for my adds on FM100. They will run every Sunday, through December. Also, we changed our adds on the trax trains. My big mug will be on the trains the whole month of December. So if you go downtown to see the lights on Temple Square, try to refrain from drawing a mustache on me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-2676696696465099110?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/2676696696465099110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiting-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/2676696696465099110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/2676696696465099110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiting-is-over.html' title='The &quot;Waiting&quot; is over'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-3196544961179320926</id><published>2008-09-06T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:40:02.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Finally Finished - I Think!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWKKLVZgCII/AAAAAAAAABo/8Gx3Q2aEd9c/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287940839813679234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWKKLVZgCII/AAAAAAAAABo/8Gx3Q2aEd9c/s320/104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I think I am finally done with my cd and all I have left is to figure out a way to sell it! It will be available in October at Seagull Book and Tape, or you can buy it or download it here on my website. We are trying to focus our marketing around conference weekend, so my big face will be on the trax trains that run North to South the whole month of October. I can't tell you how excited I am about that - not! There's nothing better than a giant picture of yourself plastered on the side of a train to humble you just a bit. We are also running ads on FM100 every Sunday, so listen for those. How exciting, huh!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the coolest part of this project was having my children sing on the album. Their cute little voices are on "Shower the People" and it sounds adorable. There is nothing better than the sound of children singing, especially when it's your own. It was great to let them see where I have been spending so much of my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-3196544961179320926?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/3196544961179320926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-i-think-i-am-finally-done-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/3196544961179320926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/3196544961179320926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-i-think-i-am-finally-done-with-my.html' title='I&apos;m Finally Finished - I Think!'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWKKLVZgCII/AAAAAAAAABo/8Gx3Q2aEd9c/s72-c/104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827880154723130755.post-744788018659839961</id><published>2008-08-11T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:41:09.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go...</title><content type='html'>So here it is, my first blog entry. I've never done a blog, in fact, I am somewhat technologically challenged. My daugther had to show me how to text message and I'm still not sure what I'm doing. What in the world does LOL mean? Lots of love? Kidding, LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to thank my cute husband for creating such an awesome website. Pretty cool huh, and it was relatively inexpensive! It sure pays to marry someone with smarts and good looks! I'm a lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a lot of fun creating this new album. Who knew I had it in me. Things are looking good and hopefully the CD will be out in October, or maybe I should say in a few months, or shortly, who knows. We're still getting the hang of things, so we will be adding new features periodically, so keep checking back. I never expected this to be so complicated or take so long, but it's been fun learning all kinds of new things, and meeting all kinds of new people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827880154723130755-744788018659839961?l=amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/feeds/744788018659839961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/744788018659839961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827880154723130755/posts/default/744788018659839961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyvanwagenen.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-i-go.html' title='Here I go...'/><author><name>Amy Van Wagenen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210690119422924530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCAUX0LqZJw/SWGeTPvzVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mhx1v9UZB2w/S220/FINAL-Cover-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
