tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247858278082220872024-03-13T11:52:11.024-07:00Life as We Know ItSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.comBlogger318125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-14811100016157735902011-02-28T07:22:00.000-08:002011-02-28T07:41:40.662-08:00Menu Monday<div style="text-align: center;">I know it has been a long time since I have posted anything, but things get busy and life gets a hold of you and wont let go. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So here is my latest favorite recipe. But first an advertisement.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I subscribe to <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/">this magazine,</a> and I absolutely love one little feature in it. Every month there is a little pull out booklet of 50 things. So for example this month is 50 things to do with pesto, or during the holiday season it was 50 holiday cookies. You get the idea. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So one of the summer months it was 50 burgers. Now I am a fan of the hamburger, and 50 different variations on a burger is like a little bit of heaven for me. I found this on in there and we have been having them a lot, and they are spectacular!</div><div style="text-align: center;">So here it is. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><b>Thai Pork Burgers</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i>For dressing:</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">1/4 cup lime juice</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">1 tbsp. fish sauce 1 tbsp. olive oil</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">salt </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">sugar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i>For slaw:</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">one shaved carrot</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">one sliced red onion</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">about a half cup of whole cilantro leaves</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i>For burgers:</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">1 lb ground pork</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">1 big pinch salt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">chili sauce</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">mayonnaise</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Combine lime juice, fish sauce, olive oil, salt and sugar (to taste). Toss half of dressing with carrots, onion and cilantro and allow to marinate for a while. Make patties with pork and salt and remaining dressing. Grill or broil in oven. Serve on a toasted kaiser roll with chili sauce, mayo, and veggie slaw. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I know this recipe isn't the most specific in the world but that is the way it is in the little booklet. It is kind of a throw together meal, but I promise it is really good!</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you do try them come back and tell me what you think...</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-23002464947756900062011-01-18T18:31:00.000-08:002011-01-18T18:39:05.253-08:00Reluctant<blockquote>I haven't been blogging for quite some time now. I'm not sure if it's because I am bored with it or I just don't want to. I was talking to a blobby friend the other day and she said she thinks it is a fad that she thinks is just over. So here is my question for you...<br />Do you feel that the magic is gone?<br />Are you still blogging?<br />Are you still reading blogs?<br />What makes you come back to read the same blogs?<br />What keeps you interested in bloggingnyourself?</blockquote>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-48687260545838966682010-12-08T07:33:00.000-08:002010-12-08T07:34:32.406-08:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/5002744141/" title="5/1000 Glammy Outtake by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4154/5002744141_0914e99bf5.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="5/1000 Glammy Outtake" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/5219181589/" title="8/1000 Bill by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5002/5219181589_e2b8320c57.jpg" width="351" height="500" alt="8/1000 Bill" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/5240189152/" title="9/1000 - Mom - "You are so grounded!" by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5209/5240189152_051f954d1e.jpg" width="351" height="500" alt="9/1000 - Mom - "You are so grounded!"" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/5242350467/" title="10/1000 - Dad by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5248/5242350467_2a3e23850c.jpg" width="351" height="500" alt="10/1000 - Dad" /></a></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-88975981219574203762010-11-17T11:53:00.000-08:002010-11-17T11:55:36.144-08:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/5106075443/" title="Fall Reflections by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1238/5106075443_d9c6085b9f.jpg" width="500" height="351" alt="Fall Reflections" /></a><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs914.snc4/72721_1695875158163_1276357775_31881849_4210942_n.jpg" /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-87094420986427531132010-11-11T15:35:00.000-08:002010-11-11T16:00:49.310-08:00100 Truths<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1; margin-bottom: 20px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; padding-right: 100px; word-wrap: break-word; "><div><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">I stole this from Amber, it seemed like a good idea at the time =)</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">1. Last beverage: Water, I don't drink much of anything else lately</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">2. Last phone call: Husband, of course</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">3. Last text message: Jodee</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">4. Last song you heard: Talking Heads- Burning Down the House</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">5. Last time you cried: Today</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">HAVE YOU EVER:</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">6. Got back with someone you've broken up with: Yes, stupidly!</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">7. Been cheated on: Yes, the idiot!</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">8. Kissed someone & regretted it: Yes</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">9. Lost someone special: Yes.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">10. Been depressed: Yes.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">11. Been drunk and threw up: Nope</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">12. Blue</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">13. Pink</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">14. White</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2010)</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">15. Made a new friend: Yep</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">16. Fallen out of love: Nope. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">17. Laughed until you cried: Yes, but not often enough. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">18. Met someone who changed you: Definitely</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">19. Found out who your true friends were: Yeah, but I pretty much already knew that. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">20. Found out someone was talking about you: No</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">21. Kissed anyone on your Facebook friends list: Well... yes... but I am married to him! </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Most of them</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">23. How many kids do you want? More than the two I have</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">24. Do you have any pets: Yes, the cutest puppy ever. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">25. Do you want to change your name: Yes, I always thought it was really boring, and it isn't like I can shorten it to make a nick-name</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">26. What did you do for your last birthday: Uummm... is it bad that I can't remember</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">27. What time did you wake up? 6:30</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">28. What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping, thank goodness. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: Thanksgiving, I love it. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">30. Last time you saw your mother: Monday, she did a great favor for me. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: My health issues</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yes, a couple. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">34. Who is getting on your nerves now? 1st graders! </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">35. Most visited websites: Facebook, godealgo, IMDB</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">36. What's your real name: Sarah Rebecca</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">37. Nicknames: Sariah, Mom</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">38. Relationship Status: Happily Married.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">39. Zodiac sign: Cancer</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">40. Male or female: I'm female.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">41. Primary School: 5 at last count, too many to list. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">42. Middle School: Bennion Jr. High</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">43. High school: Cottonwood</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">44. Hair color: Blond</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">45. Long or short: Longer than I have had it in years.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">46. Height: 5' 5"</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">47. Do you have a crush on someone? Yep, and its a good thing too, cause I am married to him. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">48: What do you like about yourself? I have a good sense of humor, and am friendly.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">49. Piercings: Ears, two in each but I only use one set. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">50. Tattoos: No thanks</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">51. Righty or lefty: Righty.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">FIRSTS:</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">52. First surgery: Wisdom teeth</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">53. First piercing:12 ears</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">54. First best friend: My hubby, and Cassie, and Vennessa</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">55. First sport you joined: I DON'T SPORT!</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">56. First vacation: First one I remember was Yellowstone</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">58. First pet: First I remember was Sassy (snif)</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">RIGHT NOW:</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">59. Eating: Nothing right now but I am making corned beef for dinner</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">60. Drinking: Nada</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">61. I'm about to: Finish dinner</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">62. Listening to: The sound of my little fingers rapidly typing. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">63. Waiting for: Hubbs to come home</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">YOUR FUTURE:</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">64. Want kids?: Yes more please</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">65. Get married?: Only once</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">66. Career: Teacher, maybe some day. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">67. Lips or eyes: Eyes, lasik again would be nice. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">68. Hugs or kisses: Kisses</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">69. Shorter or taller: depends on who I am standing next to</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">70. Older or Younger: Younger would be nice</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">71. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontanious</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">72. Nice stomach or nice arms: Can I say both...</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">73. Sensitive or loud: Loud</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship for sure!</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">HAVE YOU EVER:</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">76. Kissed a stranger: Yes</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">77. Drank hard liquor: no</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">78. Lost glasses/contacts: Yes</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">79. Sex on first date: No.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">80. Broken someone's heart: Yes.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">82. Been arrested: no</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">83. Turned someone down: Yes.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">84. Cried when someone died: Yes.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">85. Fallen for a friend: Yes</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">DO YOU BELIEVE IN:</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">86. Yourself: Most of the time, depends on the situation</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">88. Love at first sight: Yep... again married him</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">89. Heaven: Absolutely</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">90. Santa Claus: Yep</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">91. Kiss on the first date: NO!</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">92. Angels: Yes</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: Nope</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">95. Did you sing today?: Yep, with the music but nobody was home to hear it, thank goodness. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">96. Ever cheated on somebody: yes, but it wasnt on purpose</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: High School, improve grades, stay away from boys, go to college after. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">98. The moment you would choose to relive? My wedding day</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: Nope, already there</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">100. Are you afraid of posting this as 100 truths?: Nope they are all completely the truth. </p><br /></div></div></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-54133554077786962412010-11-10T09:56:00.000-08:002010-11-10T09:58:17.157-08:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/5152589246/" title="Antelope Island Marina by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1155/5152589246_cde815acd4_z.jpg" width="449" height="640" alt="Antelope Island Marina" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-39259542021802344792010-11-09T13:24:00.000-08:002010-11-09T13:42:53.052-08:00Drivin'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TNnAQ-b2heI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ZfFhPy5eRls/s1600/IMG_7048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TNnAQ-b2heI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ZfFhPy5eRls/s400/IMG_7048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537668614698993122" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Do you remember what it was like when you got your drivers license?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or when you got your first car?</div><div style="text-align: center;">For me that is what its like every time I get into my car. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Driving equals freedom for me, I love to drive. I will never understand women who stop driving when they get married. As far as I am concerned that is MY car and no one else should be driving it. Especially if I am in it. I hate being a passenger. My friends give me a hard time because any time we all go somewhere together I have to drive. Mostly it is a control issue, but a lot of it is also that I get a kind of trill from driving. It really is one of my favorite things to do. I love long road trips. Emanhaud and I have the best conversations while we are driving too. For some reason we can let loose and really talk to each other when we are in the car. We discuss politics, movies, books, finances, and just about anything else that might be on our minds. The funny thing is that we don't talk to our kids at all when we are in the car. The Bug gets really annoyed by this, because she really wants to be part of the conversation. </div><div style="text-align: center;">For me being alone in the car is the best time for me to think. I just let my mind wander and think about things in a way that I just don't normally. I get some of my best thinking done this way. Any time you pull up next to me you can guarantee that my music is going full blast too, and you can almost always catch me singing along as loud as possible. (Windows up of course!)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't worry I obey traffic rules while doing this! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe I like driving so much because I waited longer than most to get my license. I was 18 and graduated from High School before I could drive. I bought my first car just before I got my license. I paid $125 for it when I bought it from my uncle and I put $800 in repairs into it, a lot of them myself. I will admit I did NOT like driving a mini-van but it was still freedom and I dealt with it until I finally sold my van this summer. Driving is also the thing that makes me the most mad. I hate it when people don't obey traffic rules. I will yell and cuss at people for doing stupid things. This makes my family very happy as you can imagine. But I still love driving and they will have to remove my license from my cold dead hands at the age of 100 before I give it up. Maybe I will request to be buried in my car! </div><div style="text-align: center;">How about you do you like to drive? </div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-19932801916473246572010-11-05T15:10:00.000-07:002010-11-05T15:39:55.199-07:00Friday Randomness<div style="text-align: center;">So I know it has been quiet a while since I have blogged. I just haven't felt that there was much to say. Not that there wasn't anything happening in my life, I just didn't really feel like writing about it. So hopefully what I do have to ramble about today will take up some space and fulfill my bloggy quota for the month. </div><div style="text-align: center;">----------</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would just like to say I hate airports. I seem to have only sad moments at airports, mostly because it is not me doing the traveling. I am usually the one dropping off. I had to take MJ to the airport to go home today. I was very proud of myself that I didn't cry, because I didn't want to make her feel bad. But I really wanted to. I just don't know what I am going to do without her here now. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Who will keep me company?</div><div style="text-align: center;">----------</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have to say I am loving Junior High... no... really!</div><div style="text-align: center;">My girls have the best teachers. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It is far less of a nightmare that I thought it would be. </div><div style="text-align: center;">--------</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Bug went to her first JH dance today... this makes me scared and fall over with laughter all at the same time. I desperately want her to grow up and start doing age appropriate things. At the same time, I am terrified of her spending actual social time with the kids at her school. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Does this make me one of those loony over protective parents?</div><div style="text-align: center;">----------</div><div style="text-align: center;">I swear I will never shop in Walmart again if I can help it. Every time I go in there, not only do I have to look at and swerve around the very dregs of humanity, but I have to deal with the people who shop there too. Their employees are getting less helpful by the minute, and they no longer always have the lowest price, so my thought is, why bother!</div><div style="text-align: center;">----------</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am up to walking 4 miles a day now, not that it matters. I have gained 20 pounds since spring, (AKA my last surgery) and none of that weight wants to go away. It is time to really buckle down and start actually depriving myself of things that are doing me no good. Like ice cream, and all that Halloween candy that is just sitting around. I am not far away from cutting out sugar all together. I did it once for a while and I did feel better. The problem is I am not sure I have the will power. I have to start reminding myself, that it just isn't worth having all this weight on me, and feeling like crap. </div><div style="text-align: center;">----------</div><div style="text-align: center;">The back problems are back. I have a herniated disc in my lower spine, and osteoarthritis, in addition to that. I am going in for steroid shots in my back on Monday. I am just hoping that all goes well and it actually makes me feel better.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I am so tired of being in pain. </div><div style="text-align: center;">----------</div><div style="text-align: center;">So what are you watching these days, me... I'm loving Big Bang Theory. </div><div style="text-align: center;">What! </div><div style="text-align: center;">You haven't seen it?! <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlhHTdDqoBc">Well check this out.</a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">OK that's all I got, so here are the tunes. Enjoy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">1. Strip- Adam Ant</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. New Moon on Monday- Duran Duran</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. Tenderness- General Public</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. No One- Alicia Keys</div><div style="text-align: center;">5. Another Day in Paradise- Phil Collins</div><div style="text-align: center;">6. One Night in Bangkok- Murray Head</div><div style="text-align: center;">7. Imagine- John Lennon</div><div style="text-align: center;">8. The Emperor's New Clothes- Sinead O'Connor</div><div style="text-align: center;">9. 74-75- Connells</div><div style="text-align: center;">10. Jane Says- Jane's Addiction</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bonus: I'm Your Daddy- Weezer</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-53068305106690718102010-10-07T15:03:00.000-07:002010-10-07T15:05:14.479-07:00Question of the day?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/s/sv/svilen001/948294_question_mark.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/s/sv/svilen001/948294_question_mark.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">How do you feel about children calling adults by their first name?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do you feel that it is OK or not? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Tell me why.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-40114061704829995982010-10-05T13:47:00.000-07:002010-10-05T13:51:52.426-07:00What Happens on the Playground Stays on the Playground<div style="text-align: center;">Actual Conversation heard between two sixth grade girls...</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Sugar is talking to Freckles about the cell phone rules in her family, names have been changed because I can't remember their real ones.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Freckles: "Are you the oldest kid in your family?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sugar: "Yes, accept for my two older sisters." </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How do you not crack up, when you hear something like that?!</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-56862453688332238622010-09-24T12:50:00.000-07:002010-09-24T12:59:50.700-07:00HOLY FREAKING COW!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">I just got home from work and realized that my dog was freaking out in the back yard. There was a loud chirping accompanying this freaking out and I assumed that there was a magpie in the back yard taunting my dog... again. I looked through the back door and saw that my dog had something cornered in the tall grass that my husband needs to cut badly. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hint hint.</span></i> I went into the back yard to rescue the "bird" and it began to run around chasing my dog. The dog was also chasing the critter at the same time so you can imagine the mayhem that was going on. So you know that thing that all the dogs do in the movie Up? You know when they all yell SQUIRREL and look around at the same time. Well it was just like that, accept that my dog had an actual squirrel (not a bird) cornered in the back yard. Needless to say you all would have been very amused had you seen me trying to lure my dog away from said squirrel. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And no the bologna, that I was using for this purpose did not work! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know who was more worn out by this experience, the dog, the squirrel,</div><div style="text-align: center;">or ME!</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-62308294407626284412010-09-22T06:47:00.000-07:002010-09-22T06:48:43.804-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/4997358623/" title="All the Tomatoes of the Spectrum by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4091/4997358623_b5d184886c.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="All the Tomatoes of the Spectrum" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-29364759471530903962010-09-02T07:53:00.000-07:002010-09-02T07:59:44.569-07:00Question of the day?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/s/sv/svilen001/948294_question_mark.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/s/sv/svilen001/948294_question_mark.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">What is your favorite "acquired taste"?</div><div style="text-align: center;">You know the thing that when you are giving it to someone who has never had it before you say "Well, not everyone likes this, it's kind of an acquired taste." </div><div style="text-align: center;">So what is it?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Black Licorice</div><div style="text-align: center;">Coffee</div><div style="text-align: center;">Grapefruit</div><div style="text-align: center;">Artichokes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Come on you can tell me!</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-14000699626022914342010-09-01T16:39:00.001-07:002010-09-01T16:40:00.731-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/4946416117/" title="Ogden Bay Split Tone by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4103/4946416117_fc22741f6f.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Ogden Bay Split Tone" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-61148897278217175472010-08-30T10:59:00.000-07:002010-08-30T11:59:54.061-07:00Is Laughter Truly the Best Medicine? Or NOT!<div style="text-align: center;">Wow! We had quite the day yesterday! Let me start by saying I love my children with all my heart! They are truly an inspiration to me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday, however I was willing to sell one of them to the gypsies. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday we had a gooey-a-thon. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Lou Lou has a problem with the dry fall air. It makes her nose itch. So to relieve this particular problem she sticks her finger up there. Which inevitably leads to blood. The great thing about Lou Lou and blood is that she likes to share it. And it doesn't have to be shared with a person, it can be shared with carpet, walls, clothes, you know whatever is around. One of the really fun ways she chooses to share it to blow blood out of her nose at a high speed, and to aim it at whatever unsuspecting person happens to be trying to help her to stop bleeding. This of course leaves said person looking like they have just stepped out of a zombie movie. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway, we were trying to help with the problem, and possibly put a stop to it, so we took her to the doctor yesterday. (Thank heaven for the Kids Care that is open on Sunday.) We made an appointment, and were in the waiting room watching a movie when one of the offending nose "geysers" occurred. I quickly yelled at the top of my lungs to whoever might be around "Shes gushing blood"! (Which technically she was not, at least not like she was 15 minutes earlier when we decided to take her in.) The problem was not the quantity of blood, but that I had nothing on me to help stop the flow, not even a Kleenex. Several people came out and helped me lay her down and gave me something to soak it up. I carried her into a room, and Emanhaud and I explained the problem. Now keep in mind this is probably her tenth bloody nose in the last four days. Some of them were small, like the one she had in church earlier the same day. And some were "geysers" like the one to come. The doctor told us there were several options. The first he suggested was packing her nose with cotton balls soaked in cocaine.... yes that's right COCAINE! We joked and said she was already keyed up, and he said it wouldn't be enough to make her worse. He made several more suggestions, including cauterizing the nose. </div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my autistic child that is incredibly strong for a 50 lb child. It took four of us just to keep her on the table long enough for the doctor to look at her nose. We mulled over our options and decided to go with whatever the doctor thought would work, this was done in about one and a half seconds. After we papoose wrapped her it was discovered that they did not in fact have the supplies to do what they wanted to. The doctor decided to try cauterizing it. This is done by sticking a wooden stick with silver nitrate on the end up her nose...</div><div style="text-align: center;"> YEAH RIGHT! </div><div style="text-align: center;">We held her down, me holding the chest, Emanhaud holding the legs, a nurse holding the head, and the doctor holding the stick. Well he sticks that thing up there and the thing that you would expect to happen when you put a stick up someones nose happens. It begins to gush, in a way that I have only ever seen in movies. The funny thing is, he has a second stick in his hand and he sticks that one in there too. By this time she is howling mad, literally! So the second stick goes in, and it changes from a stream to a raging river of blood. Plus while this is happening she is trying to blow the thing out of her nose full force. So the doctor, Emanhaud, and I all look like we have been sprayed with blood...</div><div style="text-align: center;"> oh wait<b> we were</b>!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> At this point the doctor looks at us and says there is nothing he can do further and we need to go to the ER. We bundle her up and put her in the back seat with her head in Dads lap, and head up to the hospital. A twenty minute</div><div style="text-align: center;"> drive away. Which of course means that it stopped bleeding on the way. We get to the ER, and check in and the doctor comes in, this all happened in about 15 minutes. The doc looks at her and says there is nothing he can do for us... </div><div style="text-align: center;">wait...</div><div style="text-align: center;">REALLY! </div><div style="text-align: center;">So apparently you cannot cauterize something that is not bleeding...</div><div style="text-align: center;">They gave us some info about nose bleeds, and sent us packing. We were there for maybe about 30 minutes. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We got in the car, very frustrated, and I said to Emanhaud, she will be bleeding again within an hour. Needless to say I was right!</div><div style="text-align: center;">The funniest thing is that to top it all off durring dinner last night after everything had calmed down. The very same child slid backward through a dining room chair and got her head stuck in it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">How can you not laugh at that. </div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-18736321612558243882010-08-23T10:14:00.001-07:002010-08-23T10:18:45.034-07:00Gardens Bounty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/THKtUZpRF6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/mgux5jcoUcY/s1600/IMG_7114.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/THKtUZpRF6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/mgux5jcoUcY/s400/IMG_7114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508655860220499874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/THKtTiAsOSI/AAAAAAAAAjU/GT43ZgXIROc/s1600/IMG_7102.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/THKtTiAsOSI/AAAAAAAAAjU/GT43ZgXIROc/s400/IMG_7102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508655845286361378" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/THKtS6sTNUI/AAAAAAAAAjM/WPvT9qKyAs0/s1600/IMG_7101.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/THKtS6sTNUI/AAAAAAAAAjM/WPvT9qKyAs0/s400/IMG_7101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508655834731853122" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5586840087903497772010-08-18T07:54:00.001-07:002010-08-18T08:04:44.566-07:00Introducing...<div style="text-align: center;">There is something I have always wanted to do. More for the experience of doing it than because I thought it would be fun. An <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">opportunity</span> came up to do this very thing and I jumped on it when it presented itself. So here I am introducing to you our very own <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Foreign</span> Exchange Student. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">MJ</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TGv0SlZb7KI/AAAAAAAAAjE/b9K1dF86ye0/s1600/IMG_7096.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TGv0SlZb7KI/AAAAAAAAAjE/b9K1dF86ye0/s400/IMG_7096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506763569504185506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> We have had her living with us for about 2 1/2 weeks now, and I have to say it is going much better than I ever could have expected. She is actually more of a teacher than a student. She came here last fall and has been staying with another family until now. We are hoping she will choose to stay with us for a while too. </div><div style="text-align: center;">She has been a great influence on our kids and on me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So here are some things I have learned about her...</div><div style="text-align: center;">She is 20 years old</div><div style="text-align: center;">She is from South Korea</div><div style="text-align: center;">She is majoring in Social Work</div><div style="text-align: center;">She loves cheese</div><div style="text-align: center;">She loves to cook and learn new dishes to make</div><div style="text-align: center;">She is a great cook herself</div><div style="text-align: center;">She loves and is excited about watching American movies and TV</div><div style="text-align: center;">She likes comedies</div><div style="text-align: center;">She loves to laugh</div><div style="text-align: center;">She has a great sense of humor and is learning to understand and use sarcasm</div><div style="text-align: center;">She is very pretty, especially when she dresses up</div><div style="text-align: center;">She loves to eat</div><div style="text-align: center;">She is very caring and misses her family terribly</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We are so excited to have her come and stay with us, and hope she feels the same! </div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-22622579111450916352010-08-13T09:36:00.000-07:002010-08-13T09:47:58.099-07:00Dropped the ball<div style="text-align: center;">I feel like I am letting people down. I have almost completely stopped blogging lately, and I am sorry. I just don't have the energy or time to sit in front of the computer lately. I blame my Iphone. Ever since I got it, I can check email, facebook, and anything else I want without having to venture into the deep dark basement in search of the computer. The nice thing about this particular device is that I can do almost anything on it, the down side is that I cannot update my blog. It is also very inconvenient to read other blogs on it as well. So not only do I not update, but I am not reading either. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I am sorry about this. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I do want to keep up with what is going on in every ones lives, I just can't seem to find the time. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It seems however that neglecting your blog is the way to get new followers, mine have doubled since I started ignoring my blog. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Not that that really matters!) </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hopefully things will get back to normal when Lou Lou and The Bug go back to school.</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-70029424188973640472010-08-11T09:00:00.000-07:002010-08-11T09:01:13.432-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/4861842585/" title="Blue Hour at Ogden Bay by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4096/4861842585_aa9eb5c3be.jpg" width="500" height="335" alt="Blue Hour at Ogden Bay" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-43379568119514684682010-08-04T10:22:00.000-07:002010-08-04T10:25:21.864-07:00Wordless Wednesday<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzaH3ag6YlSI8vax7ssv-kfRhs6AnXXv1MCjwIcPAlTlW2fsancCNrVl_D2tzeKythn_kmnXuShtKBqspRXsg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-52169946933336609382010-07-29T08:20:00.000-07:002010-07-29T08:45:50.589-07:00Plant experts apply here...<div style="text-align: center;">I like house plants. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Unlike the things I attempt to grow outdoors, they do not have to be weeded.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am pretty good with them too. This however, hasn't always been the case. A few years ago every plant in my house up and died on me, for no reason I could ever figure out. For the most part though, I do well with them <a href="http://worldofcassie.blogspot.com/">unlike some people</a> who can't keep them alive, because they refuse to water them. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I have been know to have house plants so large that people were afraid the plant would eat them alive, </div><div style="text-align: center;">as seen below.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TFGeAfLvpzI/AAAAAAAAAi8/fwk2-HsJ-YA/s1600/IMG_0162.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TFGeAfLvpzI/AAAAAAAAAi8/fwk2-HsJ-YA/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499350351204034354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>(It got so large I had to donate it to </i></span><a href="http://www.ogdennaturecenter.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>this place. </i></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">People were actually afraid to sit in that chair!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes I know, its a lot of clocks... stay with me here people...</div><div style="text-align: center;">The point is that I have become pretty familiar with plants and how to take care of them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then I found this...</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TFGcojks2RI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZfY9UYuEPEs/s1600/IMG_7048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TFGcojks2RI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZfY9UYuEPEs/s320/IMG_7048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499348840553961746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TFGcnyYdb9I/AAAAAAAAAis/zJbPRkHCQ4A/s1600/IMG_7050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TFGcnyYdb9I/AAAAAAAAAis/zJbPRkHCQ4A/s320/IMG_7050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499348827349282770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I keep this plant right next to my shower, I looked through the glass this morning to find this staring me in the face. I was almost afraid to finish showering. It looks like something from<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116996/"> this movie. </a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyone got any ideas? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Where it came from... besides Mars?</div><div style="text-align: center;">What I should do with it? </div><div style="text-align: center;">... anyone....?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=puDkLFcCZyI">Check out this video</a></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-89205670429794123182010-07-28T08:44:00.000-07:002010-07-28T11:50:53.535-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/4825787580/" title="Memories of Old by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4097/4825787580_6632201951.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Memories of Old" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-61044015032616583052010-07-26T09:01:00.000-07:002010-07-26T09:04:55.775-07:00New<div style="text-align: center;">For some time now I have wanted to change the name of this blog. Something about having my name in the title and plastered all over the banner really bugged me. So I have bit the bullet and finally come up with a new title. If you are here looking for Sarah's life, don't worry you have found it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We are still under construction too, hubby is working on a new banner for me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So be patient with us, we are working on it! </div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-61155061503429972842010-07-24T12:12:00.000-07:002010-07-24T12:17:37.801-07:00Evidence<div style="text-align: center;">As some of you may remember <a href="http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/garden-update.html">from this post last year</a>, I have a rather large garden every year. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We do this with my in-laws as a kind of a family plot. </div><div style="text-align: center;">My FIL keeps asking if we have seen evidence of the deer that are in the area, and until today we hadn't seen any. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Well that has changed!</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TEs7nRZCUpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/UKmM2VYTv90/s1600/IMG_7039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TEs7nRZCUpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/UKmM2VYTv90/s400/IMG_7039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497553316005171858" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I picked them and brought them home in the state that I found them in because this is my evidence. </div><div style="text-align: center;">THOSE ARE MY SPAGHETTI SQUASH! </div><div style="text-align: center;">And yes I did mean to yell that because that is exactly how I said it when I found them! </div><div style="text-align: center;">STUPID DEER!</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-60734158803581081872010-07-20T11:18:00.000-07:002010-07-20T11:20:44.790-07:00Decisions?<div style="text-align: center;">I'm trying to decide if I want to do a give away for my 300th blog post... </div><div style="text-align: center;">anyone out there who would like me to do this?</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you do comment below. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(I'm will be taking donations for it if I do decide to do a give away. If you want to donate comment too.)</span></b></i></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687noreply@blogger.com5