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A lovely day on The Plains, and a great day for a win against \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/espn.go.com\/blog\/sec\/post\/_\/id\/27635\/final-auburn-41-mississippi-state-34\"\u003EStarkpatch\u003C\/a\u003E. My Uncle Mark came to Auburn to enjoy the game (as usual) and was also bringing with him 4 tickets for \u003Cem\u003Ethis \u003C\/em\u003ESaturday's game against\/at Clemson. He had the tickets in tow, because my brother was buying two of them from him, and they were to make the exchange at halftime. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Ca name='more'\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nWhen Mark arrived in Auburn, he checked to make sure he had the tickets (he did), and started his walk from the car to the stadium. When he got to the stadium - horror. He discovered he no longer had the Clemson tickets on his person. Figuring they were lost for good, he recounted the story to us at halftime at our standard family meet-up on the ramp outside of one of the scholarship sections where \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.amysjustsaying.com\/2009\/05\/happy-birthday-dad.html\"\u003EBG (my dad)\u003C\/a\u003E sits. We were all saddened to hear this tale and felt bad for Mark and baby bro who were planning on using the tickets the following (this) weekend. But wait....\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Ctable cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" class=\"tr-caption-container\" style=\"float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;\"\u003E\u003Ctbody\u003E\n\u003Ctr\u003E\u003Ctd style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-U5oio2-cXrU\/TnNi_VJ0r_I\/AAAAAAAAAo4\/dFIV0ATq2M4\/s1600\/Mark.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"200\" rba=\"true\" src=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-U5oio2-cXrU\/TnNi_VJ0r_I\/AAAAAAAAAo4\/dFIV0ATq2M4\/s200\/Mark.jpg\" width=\"193\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/td\u003E\u003C\/tr\u003E\n\u003Ctr\u003E\u003Ctd class=\"tr-caption\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003EUncle Mark \u003C\/td\u003E\u003C\/tr\u003E\n\u003C\/tbody\u003E\u003C\/table\u003E\nBehold! The happy ending...\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nI don't have the full details of the story, but I'll give you the general jist. As it turns out, a faithful, wonderful, and TYPICAL Auburn Man found Uncle Mark's tickets and contacted the Auburn Ticket Office with hopes of finding the rightful owner and returning them to him\/her. As luck would have it, Mark did indeed buy his tickets through Auburn, so they were able to track them back to him. This wonderful Auburn Man\u0026nbsp;gave Uncle Mark a call\u0026nbsp;and said he would overnight the tickets to him, so he would have them in time for Saturday. Mark, eternally grateful, offered\/insisted to reimburse the gentleman for the shipping expense, but he wouldn't hear of it. \"Just do a kind deed for someone else in the future,\" the Auburn Man said. And that was that. All was right with the world (well, that might be overstating, but that's what I do).\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nSo let this little story roll around in your soul a little bit today. It's so simple and something you would hope any decent person would do, but, when you hear it, it's a little surprising in the best possible way. Surprising, that is, if you don't really know Auburn people. Was I suprised? Delighted. Grateful. Inspired. Yes. But, surprised? Not really. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nThat's just the Auburn Family, and it is real.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-n2d0iZ8udow\/TnNjOpQq3xI\/AAAAAAAAAo8\/wcvKLUMExfM\/s1600\/auburnfamily.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"200\" rba=\"true\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-n2d0iZ8udow\/TnNjOpQq3xI\/AAAAAAAAAo8\/wcvKLUMExfM\/s200\/auburnfamily.jpg\" width=\"200\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.amysjustsaying.com\/feeds\/7048838667062716942\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.amysjustsaying.com\/2011\/09\/not-so-surprising.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/5617703709209272834\/posts\/default\/7048838667062716942"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/5617703709209272834\/posts\/default\/7048838667062716942"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.amysjustsaying.com\/2011\/09\/not-so-surprising.html","title":"Not So Surprising"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Amy"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/18038313873825254338"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"32","src":"\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEhTaIGZILVcpZXMDQGukjso9jh2HvmiD6gAdZBi6dxG7cA6RYqs9Ig-XXDY91aou8F1IbpyNTs33tf6qNQvaUKLsAwttPfjAJuQBL3N-fZzASDIyRTYr-LqSdztvnbxe10\/s113\/Watercolor+Amy.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-U5oio2-cXrU\/TnNi_VJ0r_I\/AAAAAAAAAo4\/dFIV0ATq2M4\/s72-c\/Mark.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617703709209272834.post-5266768031665094083"},"published":{"$t":"2009-05-01T11:56:00.010-04:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2022-03-30T13:05:38.175-04:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"adventure"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Auburn"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Chicago"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"family"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"laughs"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"love"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cspan class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_0\"\u003EBG\u003C\/span\u003E turns the big 6-2 today. Happy Birthday, Dad!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nAnyone who meets my dad immediately falls in love with him. He is one special person. He grew up in the same town where he still lives today. He and my 2 uncles were raised on a farm by two of the most humble and warm-hearted people on the planet. Nothing is more important to \u003Cspan class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_1\"\u003EBG\u003C\/span\u003E than family and God with Auburn football - well, Auburn in general - coming in as a close 3rd.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Ca name='more'\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_2\"\u003EBG\u003C\/span\u003E is the quintessential Southern Gentleman. He's a jolly, fun-loving guy who is so conservative he makes Rush Limbaugh look like a \u003Cspan class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_3\"\u003Ehippy\u003C\/span\u003E. He has been known to call me his 'liberal daughter' which, to anyone who knows me, would seem hilariously inaccurate. Compared to him though, it is absolutely true. In the little corner of the world where I grew up, \u003Cspan class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_4\"\u003EBG\u003C\/span\u003E is one of the most respected and loved members of the community, and with good reason. Stranger or old friend, he loves nothing more than to make someone laugh. As long as you don't say 'Roll Tide', after 5-minutes of knowing you, he will consider you a friend. Not long after that, he will dazzle you with his steak-grilling skills and\/or his precision on his high-powered complex lawn maintenance system. To call this piece of machinery a lawn mower, would be a gross understatement. It has a steering system that is so complicated, the average person would find themselves spinning in circles on the first attempt at operation. I am convinced it could reach speeds of at least 50 miles per hour though I've only seen him go up to about 30. Sheer genius at work, I tell you. But I digress...\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nMy dad, has travelled the world and has stood in some of the most historic and amazing places in existence, yet his \u003Cem\u003Efavorite\u003C\/em\u003E place is simply anywhere his family happens to be - especially if that place happens to be Auburn, Alabama. From the womb, \u003Cspan class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_5\"\u003EBG\u003C\/span\u003E has \u003Cspan class=\"blsp-spelling-corrected\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_6\"\u003Einstilled\u003C\/span\u003E a love of the orange and blue in me and my brothers that runs so deep there was never any question about where we would seek higher learning. My dad spent his life around boys. He has 2 brothers and 2 sons. My mother once told me how I (the only girl for a while) have always been such a mystery to him. True, there is a lot about me that I'm sure has been hard for him to understand, but one thing we could always connect with was Auburn. No matter what - silly little girl, angst-ridden teenager, college co-ed, young professional - we always had Auburn. For my 12\u003Cspan class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_7\"\u003Eth\u003C\/span\u003E birthday my dad and I went to the Auburn\/Georgia Tech game in Atlanta - a real treat for me as I had him all to myself while usually my football knowledge was overshadowed by my all-knowing brothers. I remember a lot about that day, but most of all I just remember how great it was to hang out with my dad. We saw a pretty spectacular game too.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nFive years ago today, my dad dropped me off in Chicago and made the long drive back to Alabama. While I was excited and nervous about starting that new chapter in my life, I was heartbroken and terrified to know, for the first time, there would be that many miles between us. I'm sure leaving his baby girl in a big strange city wasn't a great way to spend his birthday either, but he knew it was something I needed to do. Two years ago, as I was unpacking my boxes in Atlanta once again, I sent him a birthday card and promised that I would never move that far from home again.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"blsp-spelling-error\"\u003EBG\u003C\/span\u003E has always been my hero. He has saved me figuratively and literally more times than I can count. I have never made a major decision without his input. His guidance is a lifeline for me. I don't say it nearly enough, but I love him more than he could possibly ever know. I've recently had some moments that have made me realize just how lucky I am to have such an incredible and loving dad. I know how much he loves me. I know he is proud of me. I know I can always count on him when (not if) I need rescuing. I just hope he knows that I feel the same way about him.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_cSRdB8sY4ZE\/SfuSUNxSM-I\/AAAAAAAAALk\/eprJFVCWUm4\/s1600\/dad.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331015459914527714\" src=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_cSRdB8sY4ZE\/SfuSUNxSM-I\/AAAAAAAAALk\/eprJFVCWUm4\/s320\/dad.jpg\" style=\"display: block; height: 214px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\nHappy Birthday, Dad! I love you so much.\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv align=\"center\"\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.amysjustsaying.com\/feeds\/5266768031665094083\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.amysjustsaying.com\/2009\/05\/happy-birthday-dad.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/5617703709209272834\/posts\/default\/5266768031665094083"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/5617703709209272834\/posts\/default\/5266768031665094083"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.amysjustsaying.com\/2009\/05\/happy-birthday-dad.html","title":"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Amy"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/18038313873825254338"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"32","src":"\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEhTaIGZILVcpZXMDQGukjso9jh2HvmiD6gAdZBi6dxG7cA6RYqs9Ig-XXDY91aou8F1IbpyNTs33tf6qNQvaUKLsAwttPfjAJuQBL3N-fZzASDIyRTYr-LqSdztvnbxe10\/s113\/Watercolor+Amy.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_cSRdB8sY4ZE\/SfuSUNxSM-I\/AAAAAAAAALk\/eprJFVCWUm4\/s72-c\/dad.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617703709209272834.post-2074899795887019103"},"published":{"$t":"2009-04-12T20:46:00.031-04:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2022-03-30T13:06:51.166-04:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Columbiana"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"faith"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"family"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"laughs"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Lent"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"love"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Easter in Small Town Alabama looks like..."},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"THIS.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"color: #ffffcc;\"\u003E.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\nTo frame this up properly, I have to tell you. One of the things I love most about me is that I come from a tiny - and I mean TINY - small town in Alabama. You can count the number of traffic lights on one hand. Everybody knows everybody. When I was a mischievous teenager, my parents knew about the trouble I had gotten into, before I got home. Time stands absolutely still in places like this. It is virtually the same place that I left when I went away to college. But anyway...\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Ca name='more'\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"color: #ffffcc;\"\u003E.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\nWe are nothing if not an informal bunch. I'm not sure if this is an indigenous trait to small town living or just my family. Presentation is completely lost on this lot. I am so mad at myself for not taking a picture of our Easter Sunday lunch spread to share with all of you. It was a mish-mosh of Tupperware bowls, re-used butter tubs, plastic utensils, plastic cups, paper napkins, and paper plates. Martha Stewart would have had a heart attack. The philosophy is essentially that, \"fancy presentation doesn't add one lick to the taste, so why bother?!\" Now if it DOES improve the taste, then it is absolutely worth it! Case in point: My brother got up several times throughout Saturday night slaving over his \u003Cstrong\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.biggreenegg.com\/\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: #cc6600;\"\u003EBig Green Egg\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/strong\u003E smoking a turkey to perfection. This all makes perfect sense to me and my people.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"color: #ffffcc;\"\u003E.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\nNow, once all the worshipin', fellowshipin', and eatin' is done, the Easter Eggs have been dyed, hidden, hunted, and found - what's left to do? Why, launch said Easter Eggs down the street with a giant slingshot, of course. DUH! \u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_cSRdB8sY4ZE\/SePYKAO6LoI\/AAAAAAAAAKI\/XaQT4urHqxk\/s1600-h\/IMG_7076.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324336850854882946\" src=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_cSRdB8sY4ZE\/SePYKAO6LoI\/AAAAAAAAAKI\/XaQT4urHqxk\/s200\/IMG_7076.jpg\" style=\"height: 200px; width: 134px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_cSRdB8sY4ZE\/SePYRJiERgI\/AAAAAAAAAKQ\/XTdp_rhT-pU\/s1600-h\/IMG_7077.jpg\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324336973610239490\" src=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_cSRdB8sY4ZE\/SePYRJiERgI\/AAAAAAAAAKQ\/XTdp_rhT-pU\/s200\/IMG_7077.jpg\" style=\"cursor: hand; height: 200px; width: 134px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_cSRdB8sY4ZE\/SePYYwD8lvI\/AAAAAAAAAKY\/aHEYvqCDQFU\/s1600-h\/IMG_7097.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324337104211973874\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_cSRdB8sY4ZE\/SePYYwD8lvI\/AAAAAAAAAKY\/aHEYvqCDQFU\/s320\/IMG_7097.jpg\" style=\"height: 213px; width: 320px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: left;\"\u003E\nSee, you have to be resourceful in a small town to keep yourself entertained. My brother's neighbors have the right idea. Who knew slinging hard-boiled eggs through the neighborhood could be so fun?! Well, we did, obviously. I'm sorry for all you yankees and big city folk who have never had the pleasure of experiencing this little-known Easter tradition. It's a great time to catch up with the neighbors while displaying some athletic prowess - two things that Southerners LOVE to do - and if it involves two big pick-up trucks - well, then, ALL THE BETTER!\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_cSRdB8sY4ZE\/SePYgXfiE6I\/AAAAAAAAAKg\/5ywTtAFveLM\/s1600\/IMG_7102.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324337235055743906\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_cSRdB8sY4ZE\/SePYgXfiE6I\/AAAAAAAAAKg\/5ywTtAFveLM\/s320\/IMG_7102.jpg\" style=\"display: block; height: 213px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_cSRdB8sY4ZE\/SePYx_rhDOI\/AAAAAAAAAKw\/7htZntde-GU\/s1600\/IMG_7091.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324337537901202658\" src=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_cSRdB8sY4ZE\/SePYx_rhDOI\/AAAAAAAAAKw\/7htZntde-GU\/s320\/IMG_7091.jpg\" style=\"display: block; height: 213px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\nHope y'all had as much fun on Easter as I did!\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"color: #ffffcc;\"\u003E.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.amysjustsaying.com\/feeds\/2074899795887019103\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.amysjustsaying.com\/2009\/04\/easter-in-small-town-alabama-looks-like.html#comment-form","title":"5 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/5617703709209272834\/posts\/default\/2074899795887019103"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/5617703709209272834\/posts\/default\/2074899795887019103"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.amysjustsaying.com\/2009\/04\/easter-in-small-town-alabama-looks-like.html","title":"Easter in Small Town Alabama looks like..."}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Amy"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/18038313873825254338"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"32","src":"\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEhTaIGZILVcpZXMDQGukjso9jh2HvmiD6gAdZBi6dxG7cA6RYqs9Ig-XXDY91aou8F1IbpyNTs33tf6qNQvaUKLsAwttPfjAJuQBL3N-fZzASDIyRTYr-LqSdztvnbxe10\/s113\/Watercolor+Amy.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_cSRdB8sY4ZE\/SePYKAO6LoI\/AAAAAAAAAKI\/XaQT4urHqxk\/s72-c\/IMG_7076.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"5"}}]}});