<?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-1424785827808222087</id><updated>2012-01-19T18:43:04.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as We Know It</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>318</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-1481110001615773590</id><published>2011-02-28T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T07:41:40.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here is my latest favorite recipe. But first an advertisement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I subscribe to &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/"&gt;this magazine,&lt;/a&gt; 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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thai Pork Burgers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For dressing:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;1/4 cup lime juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;1 tbsp. fish sauce 1 tbsp. olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;salt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For slaw:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;one shaved carrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;one sliced red onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;about a half cup of whole cilantro leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For burgers:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;1 lb ground pork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;1 big pinch salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;chili sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you do try them come back and tell me what you think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-1481110001615773590?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1481110001615773590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=1481110001615773590&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1481110001615773590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1481110001615773590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2011/02/menu-monday.html' title='Menu Monday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2300246494775690006</id><published>2011-01-18T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:39:05.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reluctant</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel that the magic is gone?&lt;br /&gt;Are you still blogging?&lt;br /&gt;Are you still reading blogs?&lt;br /&gt;What makes you come back to read the same blogs?&lt;br /&gt;What keeps you interested in bloggingnyourself?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-2300246494775690006?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2300246494775690006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=2300246494775690006&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2300246494775690006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2300246494775690006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2011/01/reluctant.html' title='Reluctant'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-4868726054583896668</id><published>2010-12-08T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T07:34:32.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/5002744141/" title="5/1000 Glammy Outtake by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4154/5002744141_0914e99bf5.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="5/1000 Glammy Outtake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/5219181589/" title="8/1000 Bill by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5002/5219181589_e2b8320c57.jpg" width="351" height="500" alt="8/1000 Bill" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/5240189152/" title="9/1000 - Mom - &amp;quot;You are so grounded!&amp;quot; by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5209/5240189152_051f954d1e.jpg" width="351" height="500" alt="9/1000 - Mom - &amp;quot;You are so grounded!&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/5242350467/" title="10/1000 - Dad by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5248/5242350467_2a3e23850c.jpg" width="351" height="500" alt="10/1000 - Dad" /&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/1424785827808222087-4868726054583896668?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4868726054583896668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=4868726054583896668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4868726054583896668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4868726054583896668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/12/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4154/5002744141_0914e99bf5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-8897598121957420376</id><published>2010-11-17T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:55:36.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/5106075443/" title="Fall Reflections by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1238/5106075443_d9c6085b9f.jpg" width="500" height="351" alt="Fall Reflections" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs914.snc4/72721_1695875158163_1276357775_31881849_4210942_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-8897598121957420376?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8897598121957420376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=8897598121957420376&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8897598121957420376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8897598121957420376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/11/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1238/5106075443_d9c6085b9f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-8709442098642753113</id><published>2010-11-11T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:00:49.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;I stole this from Amber, it seemed like a good idea at the time =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;1. Last beverage:  Water, I don't drink much of anything else lately&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;2. Last phone call: Husband, of course&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;3. Last text message: Jodee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;4. Last song you heard: Talking Heads- Burning Down the House&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;5. Last time you cried:  Today&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;6. Got back with someone you've broken up with:  Yes, stupidly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;7. Been cheated on: Yes, the idiot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it:  Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;9. Lost someone special:  Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;10. Been depressed:  Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up:  Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;12. Blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;13. Pink&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;14. White&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2010)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;15. Made a new friend:  Yep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;16. Fallen out of love:  Nope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;17. Laughed until you cried:  Yes, but not often enough. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;18. Met someone who changed you:  Definitely&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were:  Yeah, but I pretty much already knew that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your Facebook friends list:  Well... yes... but I am married to him! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life:  Most of them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;23. How many kids do you want? More than the two I have&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;24. Do you have any pets: Yes, the cutest puppy ever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday:  Uummm... is it bad that I can't remember&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;27. What time did you wake up?  6:30&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping, thank goodness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: Thanksgiving, I love it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;30. Last time you saw your mother: Monday, she did a great favor for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: My health issues&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom:  Yes, a couple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;34. Who is getting on your nerves now?  1st graders! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;35. Most visited websites:  Facebook, godealgo, IMDB&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;36. What's your real name:  Sarah Rebecca&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;37. Nicknames:  Sariah, Mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;38. Relationship Status:  Happily Married.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Cancer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;40. Male or female:  I'm female.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;41. Primary School: 5 at last count, too many to list. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;42. Middle School: Bennion Jr. High&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;43. High school: Cottonwood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;44. Hair color:  Blond&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;45. Long or short: Longer than I have had it in years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;46. Height: 5' 5"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?  Yep, and its a good thing too, cause I am married to him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;48: What do you like about yourself? I have a good sense of humor, and am friendly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;49. Piercings: Ears, two in each but I only use one set. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;50. Tattoos: No thanks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;51. Righty or lefty:  Righty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;52. First surgery: Wisdom teeth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;53. First piercing:12 ears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;54. First best friend: My hubby, and Cassie, and Vennessa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;55. First sport you joined: I DON'T SPORT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;56. First vacation:  First one I remember was Yellowstone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;58. First pet: First I remember was Sassy (snif)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;59. Eating: Nothing right now but I am making corned beef for dinner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;60. Drinking: Nada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;61. I'm about to:  Finish dinner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;62. Listening to:  The sound of my little fingers rapidly typing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;63. Waiting for: Hubbs to come home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;64. Want kids?:  Yes more please&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;65. Get married?:  Only once&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;66. Career:  Teacher, maybe some day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;67. Lips or eyes: Eyes, lasik again would be nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;68. Hugs or kisses:  Kisses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;69. Shorter or taller:  depends on who I am standing next to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;70. Older or Younger:  Younger would be nice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontanious&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms:  Can I say both...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;73. Sensitive or loud:  Loud&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship:  Relationship for sure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;76. Kissed a stranger:  Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts:  Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;79. Sex on first date:  No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;80. Broken someone's heart:  Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;82. Been arrested:  no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;83. Turned someone down:  Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;84. Cried when someone died:  Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;85. Fallen for a friend:  Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;86. Yourself:  Most of the time, depends on the situation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;88. Love at first sight:  Yep... again married him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;89. Heaven: Absolutely&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;90. Santa Claus: Yep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: NO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;92. Angels:  Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;95. Did you sing today?: Yep, with the music but nobody was home to hear it, thank goodness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody: yes, but it wasnt on purpose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;98. The moment you would choose to relive?  My wedding day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: Nope, already there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;100. Are you afraid of posting this as 100 truths?: Nope they are all completely the truth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-8709442098642753113?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8709442098642753113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=8709442098642753113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8709442098642753113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8709442098642753113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/11/100-truths.html' title='100 Truths'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5413355407778696241</id><published>2010-11-10T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:58:17.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/5152589246/" title="Antelope Island Marina by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1155/5152589246_cde815acd4_z.jpg" width="449" height="640" alt="Antelope Island Marina" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-5413355407778696241?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5413355407778696241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=5413355407778696241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5413355407778696241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5413355407778696241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/11/antelope-island-marina.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1155/5152589246_cde815acd4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-3925954202180234479</id><published>2010-11-09T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:42:53.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TNnAQ-b2heI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ZfFhPy5eRls/s1600/IMG_7048.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you remember what it was like when you got your drivers license?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or when you got your first car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For me that is what its like every time I get into my car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry I obey traffic rules while doing this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How about you do you like to drive? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-3925954202180234479?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3925954202180234479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=3925954202180234479&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/3925954202180234479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/3925954202180234479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/11/drivin.html' title='Drivin&apos;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TNnAQ-b2heI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ZfFhPy5eRls/s72-c/IMG_7048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-1993280191647324657</id><published>2010-11-05T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:39:55.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who will keep me company?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to say I am loving Junior High... no... really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My girls have the best teachers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is far less of a nightmare that I thought it would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does this make me one of those loony over protective parents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I am so tired of being in pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what are you watching these days, me... I'm loving Big Bang Theory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You haven't seen it?! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlhHTdDqoBc"&gt;Well check this out.&lt;/a&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;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;OK that's all I got, so here are the tunes. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Strip- Adam Ant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. New Moon on Monday- Duran Duran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Tenderness- General Public&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. No One- Alicia Keys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Another Day in Paradise- Phil Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. One Night in Bangkok- Murray Head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Imagine- John Lennon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. The Emperor's New Clothes- Sinead O'Connor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. 74-75- Connells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Jane Says- Jane's Addiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bonus: I'm Your Daddy- Weezer&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/1424785827808222087-1993280191647324657?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1993280191647324657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=1993280191647324657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1993280191647324657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1993280191647324657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/11/friday-randomness.html' title='Friday Randomness'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5306830510669071810</id><published>2010-10-07T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:05:14.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/s/sv/svilen001/948294_question_mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you feel about children calling adults by their first name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you feel that it is OK or not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-5306830510669071810?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5306830510669071810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=5306830510669071810&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5306830510669071810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5306830510669071810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/10/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-4011406170482999598</id><published>2010-10-05T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:51:52.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens on the Playground Stays on the Playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actual Conversation heard between two sixth grade girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(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.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Freckles: "Are you the oldest kid in your family?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sugar: "Yes, accept for my two older sisters." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you not crack up, when you hear something like that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-4011406170482999598?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4011406170482999598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=4011406170482999598&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4011406170482999598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4011406170482999598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-happens-on-playground-stays-on.html' title='What Happens on the Playground Stays on the Playground'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5686245368833223862</id><published>2010-09-24T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:59:50.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY FREAKING COW!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hint hint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; 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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no the bologna, that I was using for this purpose did not work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know who was more worn out by this experience, the dog, the squirrel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-5686245368833223862?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5686245368833223862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=5686245368833223862&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5686245368833223862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5686245368833223862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/09/holy-freaking-cow.html' title='HOLY FREAKING COW!!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-6230829440762628441</id><published>2010-09-22T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:48:43.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/4997358623/" title="All the Tomatoes of the Spectrum by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4091/4997358623_b5d184886c.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="All the Tomatoes of the Spectrum" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-6230829440762628441?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6230829440762628441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=6230829440762628441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6230829440762628441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6230829440762628441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/09/wordless-wednesday_22.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4091/4997358623_b5d184886c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2936475947153090396</id><published>2010-09-02T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T07:59:44.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/s/sv/svilen001/948294_question_mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is your favorite "acquired taste"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black Licorice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grapefruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artichokes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on you can tell me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-2936475947153090396?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2936475947153090396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=2936475947153090396&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2936475947153090396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2936475947153090396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/09/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-1400069962602291434</id><published>2010-09-01T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:40:00.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/4946416117/" title="Ogden Bay Split Tone by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4103/4946416117_fc22741f6f.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Ogden Bay Split Tone" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-1400069962602291434?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1400069962602291434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=1400069962602291434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1400069962602291434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1400069962602291434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4103/4946416117_fc22741f6f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-6114889727821717547</id><published>2010-08-30T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:59:54.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Laughter Truly the Best Medicine? Or NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, however I was willing to sell one of them to the gypsies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday we had a gooey-a-thon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; YEAH RIGHT!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; oh wait&lt;b&gt; we were&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 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... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;REALLY!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So apparently you cannot cauterize something that is not bleeding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They gave us some info about nose bleeds, and sent us packing. We were there for maybe about 30 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can you not laugh at that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-6114889727821717547?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6114889727821717547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=6114889727821717547&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6114889727821717547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6114889727821717547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-laughter-truly-best-medicine-or-not.html' title='Is Laughter Truly the Best Medicine? Or NOT!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-1873632161255824388</id><published>2010-08-23T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:18:45.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardens Bounty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/THKtUZpRF6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/mgux5jcoUcY/s1600/IMG_7114.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/THKtTiAsOSI/AAAAAAAAAjU/GT43ZgXIROc/s1600/IMG_7102.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/THKtS6sTNUI/AAAAAAAAAjM/WPvT9qKyAs0/s1600/IMG_7101.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-1873632161255824388?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1873632161255824388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=1873632161255824388&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1873632161255824388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1873632161255824388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/08/gardens-bounty.html' title='Gardens Bounty'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/THKtUZpRF6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/mgux5jcoUcY/s72-c/IMG_7114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-558684008790349777</id><published>2010-08-18T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:04:44.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Foreign&lt;/span&gt; Exchange Student. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TGv0SlZb7KI/AAAAAAAAAjE/b9K1dF86ye0/s1600/IMG_7096.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has been a great influence on our kids and on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here are some things I have learned about her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is 20 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is from South Korea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is majoring in Social Work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to cook and learn new dishes to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is a great cook herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves and is excited about watching American movies and TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She likes comedies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has a great sense of humor and is learning to understand and use sarcasm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is very pretty, especially when she dresses up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is very caring and misses her family terribly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are so excited to have her come and stay with us, and hope she feels the same! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-558684008790349777?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/558684008790349777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=558684008790349777&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/558684008790349777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/558684008790349777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/08/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TGv0SlZb7KI/AAAAAAAAAjE/b9K1dF86ye0/s72-c/IMG_7096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2262257911145091635</id><published>2010-08-13T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T09:47:58.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropped the ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sorry about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do want to keep up with what is going on in every ones lives, I just can't seem to find the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems however that neglecting your blog is the way to get new followers, mine have doubled since I started ignoring my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Not that that really matters!) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hopefully things will get back to normal when Lou Lou and The Bug go back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5216994693333660938</id><published>2010-07-29T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:45:50.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant experts apply here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like house plants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unlike the things I attempt to grow outdoors, they do not have to be weeded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://worldofcassie.blogspot.com/"&gt;unlike some people&lt;/a&gt; who can't keep them alive, because they refuse to water them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been know to have house plants so large that people were afraid the plant would eat them alive, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as seen below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TFGeAfLvpzI/AAAAAAAAAi8/fwk2-HsJ-YA/s1600/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(It got so large I had to donate it to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ogdennaturecenter.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this place. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People were actually afraid to sit in that chair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I know, its a lot of clocks... stay with me here people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The point is that I have become pretty familiar with plants and how to take care of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I found this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TFGcojks2RI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZfY9UYuEPEs/s1600/IMG_7048.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TFGcnyYdb9I/AAAAAAAAAis/zJbPRkHCQ4A/s1600/IMG_7050.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116996/"&gt; this movie. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone got any ideas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where it came from... besides Mars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I should do with it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... anyone....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=puDkLFcCZyI"&gt;Check out this video&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/1424785827808222087-5216994693333660938?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5216994693333660938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=5216994693333660938&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5216994693333660938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5216994693333660938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/plant-experts-apply-here.html' title='Plant experts apply here...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TFGeAfLvpzI/AAAAAAAAAi8/fwk2-HsJ-YA/s72-c/IMG_0162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-8920567042979412318</id><published>2010-07-28T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T11:50:53.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/4825787580/" title="Memories of Old by ⌘ Rampant Photos, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4097/4825787580_6632201951.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Memories of Old" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-8920567042979412318?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8920567042979412318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=8920567042979412318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8920567042979412318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8920567042979412318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4097/4825787580_6632201951_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-6104401503261658305</id><published>2010-07-26T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:04:55.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are still under construction too, hubby is working on a new banner for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So be patient with us, we are working on it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-6104401503261658305?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6104401503261658305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=6104401503261658305&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6104401503261658305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6104401503261658305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-6115506150342997284</id><published>2010-07-24T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T12:17:37.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As some of you may remember &lt;a href="http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/garden-update.html"&gt;from this post last year&lt;/a&gt;, I have a rather large garden every year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We do this with my in-laws as a kind of a family plot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well that has changed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TEs7nRZCUpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/UKmM2VYTv90/s1600/IMG_7039.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I picked them and brought them home in the state that I found them in because this is my evidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOSE ARE MY SPAGHETTI SQUASH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes I did mean to yell that because that is exactly how I said it when I found them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STUPID DEER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-6115506150342997284?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6115506150342997284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=6115506150342997284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6115506150342997284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6115506150342997284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/evidence.html' title='Evidence'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TEs7nRZCUpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/UKmM2VYTv90/s72-c/IMG_7039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-6073415880358108187</id><published>2010-07-20T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:20:44.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to decide if I want to do a give away for my 300th blog post... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyone out there who would like me to do this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you do comment below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I'm will be taking donations for it if I do decide to do a give away. If you want to donate comment too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-6073415880358108187?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6073415880358108187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=6073415880358108187&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6073415880358108187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6073415880358108187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/decisions.html' title='Decisions?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-742711930335068882</id><published>2010-07-19T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:12:53.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TESPvw8Cn0I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/WPVHeCgA9yM/s1600/IMG_7031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TESPvw8Cn0I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/WPVHeCgA9yM/s400/IMG_7031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495675496052203330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dear Stupid Cool Keeper people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When my air conditioning stopped working on Friday afternoon of the hottest weekend of the year. I just assumed that it was the fault of the machine. And while it bothered me that I was going to have to spend a large amount of money to repair it, I was willing to because it is a necessity in 100 degree heat. Finding out that it was going to cost me less than I expected was good news however, finding out that it was the fault of the little box that YOU installed on my house was not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your product sucks! It cost me $130 for an after hours call to my house on Friday night. All this just to find out that your equipment is what had actually failed. I want it off my house NOW! The only reason I signed up for it in the first place is because you were sending weekly reminders to my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want you to pay for the appointment too. I do not think this is asking too much. Hopefully when I call you and tell you as much you will agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am gearing up for a fight, just a warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sincerely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-742711930335068882?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/742711930335068882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=742711930335068882&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/742711930335068882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/742711930335068882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-stupid-cool-keeper-people-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TESPvw8Cn0I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/WPVHeCgA9yM/s72-c/IMG_7031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2619545290656622557</id><published>2010-07-13T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:30:43.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TDyUHn7gyCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EwVxZJaHjwo/s1600/_MG_8324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TDyUHn7gyCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EwVxZJaHjwo/s400/_MG_8324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493428504183752738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 things I hate about me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I am loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(But not as loud as my mother)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I yell a lot. Sometimes at times when it just isn't necessary. The bad temper is part of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. My feet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a very average size, which means I never can find shoes on sale. By the time they go on clearance, all the average sizes are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I am incredibly pale, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and no amount of sun has ever or will ever change this fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I am vain, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love looking at myself in mirrors. If there is a reflection around I can't help myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. I am incredibly lazy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would so much rather be laying down watching TV or reading a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. I can't swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Asthma, and bad health issues, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. I hate the shape of my body,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have very broad shoulders, and a large bust. However my hips are very slim and I have no rear end. I know this doesn't sound like a bad thing, but I also have a thick waist. This makes me look square instead of curvy like a woman should be shaped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. I never finished school and got my degree,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; this makes me feel like an uneducated yokel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. I get intimidated easily by others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It keeps me from keeping in touch with friends. I just don't want to bother them. So I never call and then I just eventually end up loosing touch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 Things I like about me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. My skin, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have very clear, nice skin. I rarely have breakouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I am naturally thin, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not SKINNY, just a nice average size. This also makes it very easy to find clothes that fit me in almost any store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. My hair, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can wear it in almost any style, or color I want and it still looks great with the shape of my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I am friendly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no problem talking to people I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Weird that I have more problems with people I do know huh! See above.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. I stick to what I know is right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6.  I forgive easily,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe a little too easily. I don't like holding grudges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. I accept differences in others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you don't have to believe the same way I do to be my friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. I am smart, and have a pretty high IQ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to learn new things, and pick them up pretty quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. I am a good mom, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or at least I try to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. I like to cook, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I am pretty good at it. My neighbors have started calling me Sara Lee.&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/1424785827808222087-2619545290656622557?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2619545290656622557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=2619545290656622557&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2619545290656622557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2619545290656622557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TDyUHn7gyCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EwVxZJaHjwo/s72-c/_MG_8324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-1054294317556561955</id><published>2010-07-10T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:13:45.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YUCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I posted a little bit of my experience the other night on FB, but I thought I would elaborate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First let me tell you that I never was allowed to go to concerts as a kid. My parents at one point went to see Paul McCartney, and said that there was so much marijuana smoke in the balcony where they were seated, that they got high themselves, just on the smoke. So thanks to Paul McCartney, I was never allowed anywhere near any kind of live music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;THANKS PAUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I never really experienced much in the way of live music until I was an adult, and by then smoking- in any form- wasn't allowed indoors. Now, I love concerts. There is an excitement there that just can't be matched for me. When I heard that this band I really like was in town, for a free concert no less, I got very excited. I had been to these kind of concerts as a vendor, and had always wanted to participate as an actual spectator, so I jumped at the chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slcgov.com/arts/twilight/lineup.htm"&gt;This was the first concert of the series, and there was a change of venue&lt;/a&gt;, so they could accommodate a lot more people. &lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=11508172"&gt;I don't however, think they anticipated that there would be quite so many people. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;(I think we are in one of those pictures!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we arrived (two hours early) it wasn't bad at all, a little wait in line, and then we found our little space in the grass for our blanket. As things started to fill up, there was a great party atmosphere.  We lived in down town SLC for the first two years of our marriage, and I really like, and miss the feel of the outdoor parties. Emanhaud of course whipped out his camera as quickly as possible, was practically drooling at the possibilities, for &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/sets/72157624461970444/with/4793557278/"&gt;crowd shots. &lt;/a&gt;(Don't worry there will be more to come.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About the time the warm up band went on, things got very crowded, but we were still holding our own. Then all of the sudden, the Mayor of SLC got up to speak, and a little ripple of discontent went through the crowd. This was the time that we were suppose to be listening to music, not to the Mayor. I looked at my husband and asked if this was the season opener of the series, and he said he though it was. Well that would explain the enormous number of people. This was the point when we started to loose all patience with this particular crowd. This was the point when the alcohol started to settle in on most of them. This was the point when they started to trample anyone sitting down, including the baby that was sitting with her family right behind us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the sudden, all decency and respect for human life just floated away on the breeze. I didn't mind that occasionally people would step on our blanket, I didn't even mind when they would occasionally would trip. Hey I am not the most sure footed person either. But when, they started blatantly trampling the people on the blankets, that made me mad! Eventually we had to stand up, because the density of the crowd just made it too hard to be sitting anymore. Eventually we had to put our bags (my purse and his camera bag) between our feet, to keep from being stepped on. Eventually we had to get used to being kicked, and stepped on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And eventually we just had to leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two songs into the main act. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just couldn't take it anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe we are getting old...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but this kind of thing just isn't what it used to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can tolerate people drinking around me, even though the smell alone was making me want to throw up. I get that not everyone feels the same way that we do about alcohol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I can't tolerate it people getting sloppy drunk and then trying to trip their way over everyone in their path. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets just say that when I said NEVER AGAIN... I meant it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I wonder if this will make me never want to let my kids go to outdoor concerts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for myself, I'll stick to the arena concerts, thank you!&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/1424785827808222087-1054294317556561955?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1054294317556561955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=1054294317556561955&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1054294317556561955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1054294317556561955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/yuck.html' title='YUCK!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-7207745367280876893</id><published>2010-07-06T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:31:47.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/s/sv/svilen001/948294_question_mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So every time I log on lately it seems that I have a few new followers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This question is addressed to all of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How did you find me? Did you follow a link from someone else? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are all welcome, new friends and old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But will someone please tell me how you got here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks!&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/1424785827808222087-7207745367280876893?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7207745367280876893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=7207745367280876893&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7207745367280876893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7207745367280876893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-7044225602404310534</id><published>2010-07-01T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T15:37:25.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pppppttttttt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know there are times when I do feel like I am being punished for some kind of past wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of my life is pretty good right now. Our current money situation is good, that isn't always the case. I have a great relationship with my husband. I have beautiful children, who love me as much as I love them. I am not even bored, which is saying something considering we are smack dab in the middle of summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The problem is that it only takes one little thing to drive me right over the edge right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beautiful, sweet, autistic daughter is spitting again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No this isn't just spitting, this is blowing disgusting raspberries right in your face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALL FREAKING DAY LONG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TC0XopvacOI/AAAAAAAAAiA/2k0_aWrOl8g/s1600/_MG_1348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TC0XopvacOI/AAAAAAAAAiA/2k0_aWrOl8g/s320/_MG_1348.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489069508001427682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok so I know there are some of you out there who are saying... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh look how cute she is, it can't be that bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well its worse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine if you will, someone spitting on you every time you try to hug them. Or spitting on you all the way through a meal, which means when her mouth is full of food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine that the noise from this action is in your ear every waking moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I do mean EVERY moment she is awake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That means from 8am to 9pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She even keeps herself up at night doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every hour of every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This has been going on for about a week now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am getting very tired of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hard part is that she isn't like other children. I cannot punish her for doing this because it is really not a conscience act. Yes she knows she is doing it, and yes it gets worse if you try to stop her. But it is more of a compulsion, than anything else. She literally cannot stop! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is just this one little thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other than that my life is just great thank you very much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-7044225602404310534?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7044225602404310534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=7044225602404310534&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7044225602404310534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7044225602404310534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/pppppttttttt.html' title='Pppppttttttt!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TC0XopvacOI/AAAAAAAAAiA/2k0_aWrOl8g/s72-c/_MG_1348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-6014228765578368917</id><published>2010-06-14T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:07:43.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am having a parental dilemma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you punish a child for something they knew was wrong when they did it in a fit of temper, but they came to you and confessed to all of it, including the fact that it was purposeful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, she is being punished, she is grounded from life for the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that too harsh, considering she did confess without even being asked, and before I even knew she did wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe we will just call this the question of the day.&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/1424785827808222087-6014228765578368917?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6014228765578368917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=6014228765578368917&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6014228765578368917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6014228765578368917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-8375688133457954924</id><published>2010-06-11T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T10:20:27.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So summer is here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is suppose to reach a whopping 58 degrees today. I have to keep reminding myself that it is in fact &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;JUNE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so ready for the heat now. Yes I know I will be complaining come July, but I will be happily complaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am ready to get the pool out, I am ready to have sweat trickling down my back even while I am sitting in my air conditioned house. I am ready to be sun burnt and blistered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; being ready...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;still ready...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am desperately trying to loose weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The problem is I have no will power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to develop some of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to keep reminding myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sarah you are an adult, you have self control, you are the only one who can control what you do, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OOOOO COOKIES!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, doesn't work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am regularly exercising. Last night Emanhaud and I upped our walking by another mile, we are up to three now. I have a goal to walk for an hour every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some days that goal is more attainable than others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some days the only thing I want to do is lay on the bed and watch reruns of Alias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will keep trying. I'm not giving up yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep looking for stuff to do, reading, cooking (see above), laundry, etc. Its just that on a daily basis most of the time the things I can think of to do just aren't happening. I just finished reading a series of books and have nothing on my list to read now. I can only do so much housework without going crazy. As far as cooking and baking go... again see above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was a kid my little sister used to go around all the time saying she was bored. My mom would look at her and say "no your boring" and after a while she started saying "I'm boring" instead. Not the nicest thing to do, but I think that is what I am going to have to start saying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;"I'm boring, boring, boring!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am starting up my cooking classes for kids next week so if you are in the Davis county area and want your kids to participate just leave me a comment and I will fill you in on the details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anyone out there has fun and kid friendly recipes that you can suggest that would be great too. They don't have to be easy. I am teaching them how to actually cook, not just assemble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright I guess that's it for the week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here are the tunes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Little Red Corvette- Prince&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Violette Hill- Coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Stiff Kittens- Blaqk Audio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Oh My- Mellowdrone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Walking on Air- Kerli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Colorful- Rocco DeLuca and the Burden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Another Day in Paradise- Phil Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Out of Control- Oingo Boingo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Cruel Summer- Bananarama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. The Only One I Know- The Charlatans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bonus: Your Decision- Alice in Chains&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/1424785827808222087-8375688133457954924?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8375688133457954924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=8375688133457954924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8375688133457954924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8375688133457954924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-4716346494675488258</id><published>2010-06-09T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:23:42.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to the idiots who keep doing this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALRIGHT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;YOU... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YEAH YOU!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STOP PUTTING THE FREAKING SHOPPING CARTS IN THE HANDICAP PARKING SPACES!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW INCONVENIENT IT IS FOR A HANDICAP PERSON TO GET OUT OF THEIR CAR TO MOVE THEM SO THEY CAN PARK THERE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OBVIOUSLY YOU DO NOT AND THAT IS WHY YOU CONTINUE TO DO SO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WELL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STOP IT!!!! NOW!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU KNOW WHERE THE FREAKING CART RETURN AREA IS SO... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;USE IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/1424785827808222087-4716346494675488258?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4716346494675488258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=4716346494675488258&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4716346494675488258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4716346494675488258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/open-letter-to-idiots-who-keep-doing.html' title='An open letter to the idiots who keep doing this'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5549544848171663964</id><published>2010-06-09T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:43:30.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/4667405815/" title="Fence Friday by ⌘ Rampant Photos - Hopeful, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4667405815_5a89c21d85.jpg" width="400" alt="Fence Friday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-5549544848171663964?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5549544848171663964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=5549544848171663964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5549544848171663964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5549544848171663964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4667405815_5a89c21d85_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-7015274135198813924</id><published>2010-06-07T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T09:19:11.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Complain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First let me just preface this post by saying I am sorry that I haven't updated for a long time. I have been really busy... Really! I swear I have been! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My girls graduated from elementary school this week, I planted a HUGE garden, I had to work, I have been trying to keep up on my house work... You  know.... busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus there is the problem that I don't do anything web related any more unless it is on my Iphone. So I don't read other blogs, and I don't do updates unless it is a one sentence updated on Facebook. I know lazy lazy lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise I will try to do better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus I finally just realized, Hey I have a laptop! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy world huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thing is that even with all the busyness, I haven't been stressed out as much as usual. I haven't had a lot to complain about. I have decided I like my life. Sure I could stand to loose about 20 pounds. (See below post) Yeah I do have very difficult and challenging children, that are out of school for the next three months! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But hey, I get to sleep in for the next three months too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; So that makes it all better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the first time in years that I am actually looking forward to having my kids home for summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I just say that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think there may be something wrong with me!&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/1424785827808222087-7015274135198813924?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7015274135198813924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=7015274135198813924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7015274135198813924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7015274135198813924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/cant-complain.html' title='Can&apos;t Complain'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-4762136602826455274</id><published>2010-05-19T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T08:15:07.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looked at my husband last night an said "I've had it!" I don't want to feel like this anymore.... Oh wait it isn't what you think! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have decided that I am going to be healthier. I know I have said this before, but this time I mean it. Let me tell  you why. About a month ago I decided that I was cutting out sugar in my diet. It went really well for a while, I had very little sugar, and I did feel a lot better. However I have absolutely no will power and I eventually gave in. I think yesterday was my low point. We had the girls birthday party last week and so the house we have had a lot of sweets hanging around anyway, but I had to compound it with the donuts that I purchased on Monday to hand out in their classes. And since they were buy a dozen and get a dozen free, I had to get some for us too. Then about half of the donuts for the classes came home with the girls anyway. So we have birthday treats, cupcakes, and donuts just sitting around getting stale, and I spent money on them so I feel like I just have to do something so it isn't a waste of money. The solution is of course to eat them all myself. I am ashamed to say that I probably ate about 6 Krispy Kream donuts yesterday, along with two frozen burritos I had for lunch, and a couple of scotcheroos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say I was not in a good mood yesterday. When I am "sugar mommy" I am not pleasant to be around. I do not feel good, I am impatient, I am angry, and I yell a lot, for no particular reason. By the time last night rolled around I was not a fun person to be around. This was sort of like hitting bottom for me. I decided right then and there that things were going to be different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here is the plan. I am recording on this very public blog what my stats are as of today, and I will make a monthly update to let you all have the chance to ridicule me if there is no change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(This is probably the bravest thing I have ever done) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natural waist: 35 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hips: 38 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bust: 38 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bicep: 11 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight: 155 lb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the areas I am the most worried about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK so don't get me wrong. I am not fat, I know this. I know there are people out there that truly struggle with their weight. I am not trying to belittle their struggle by saying that I am fat. I know that I am not! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am however, very unhealthy. I am at the top weight I have ever been in my life, and that includes when I gave birth to my girls. I do not feel comfortable with my body and it is affecting the rest of my life. Plus now it is starting to affect my family as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not want this to happen anymore!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really this isn't about weight loss, it is about being healthy enough to feel good. It is about being healthy enough to take care of my family. It is about feeling good about myself, and knowing that I am trying my hardest to take care of myself. It  is about setting a good example for my children so they will not have the same kind of struggle with their health that I have had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to do better, and from this day forward I will do just that. &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/1424785827808222087-4762136602826455274?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4762136602826455274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=4762136602826455274&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4762136602826455274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4762136602826455274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-leaf.html' title='New Leaf'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2955927142719886380</id><published>2010-05-17T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:37:17.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 years ago today I became Mommy!</title><content type='html'>&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:#6600CC;"&gt;We've come a long way baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday to my beautiful girls!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S_FhhzTQb4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/BXIbSg-yJis/s1600/_MG_6333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S_FhhzTQb4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/BXIbSg-yJis/s400/_MG_6333.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472262255566417794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-2955927142719886380?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2955927142719886380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=2955927142719886380&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2955927142719886380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2955927142719886380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/05/12-years-ago-today-i-became-mommy.html' title='12 years ago today I became Mommy!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S_FhhzTQb4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/BXIbSg-yJis/s72-c/_MG_6333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-7880403872182561453</id><published>2010-05-13T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:55:53.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK So Now I Really Am Depressed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate;   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div lang="EN-US" link="blue" vlink="purple"&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So Emanhaud sent me this via email the other day, and seriously it really did make me depressed. It made me laugh a little too, so I thought I would share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Men Are Just Happier People-- Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Chocolate is just another snack. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Phone conversations aren't over in 30 seconds flat. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache. You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24th in 25 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;No wonder men are happier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-7880403872182561453?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7880403872182561453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=7880403872182561453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7880403872182561453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7880403872182561453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/05/ok-so-now-i-really-am-depressed.html' title='OK So Now I Really Am Depressed!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2576876756407416355</id><published>2010-05-08T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T09:35:51.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This speaks to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There are certain songs that just instantly transport me to another time, and literally fill me with memories. Good and bad. Sometimes a song just speaks to my heart, sometimes it's something about the melody, but most of the time it is the lyrics. I found this one, and something about the words just makes me cry every time I hear it. I thought I would post part of it because it says something about how parents feel about their children, and I found it fitting for Mothers Day somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Well my dad was sick&lt;br /&gt;and my mom she cared for him&lt;br /&gt;her love it nursed him back to life&lt;br /&gt;and me I ran,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even look at him,&lt;br /&gt;for fear I'd have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and as I start to leave he grabs me by the shoulder and he tells me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats left to lose,&lt;br /&gt;you've done enough&lt;br /&gt;and if you fail well then you fail,&lt;br /&gt;but not to us&lt;br /&gt;cause these last three years,&lt;br /&gt;I know they've been hard&lt;br /&gt;but now it's time to get out of the desert and into the sun&lt;br /&gt;even if it's alone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-The Format- On Your Porch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-2576876756407416355?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-6735733535643900306?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6735733535643900306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=6735733535643900306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6735733535643900306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6735733535643900306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4483525706_6e33076359_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-464399363214854269</id><published>2010-04-05T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:27:53.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Might Have Been</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7ocOFz3jSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/93v0XgphZws/s1600/Emily5-27_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7ocOFz3jSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/93v0XgphZws/s400/Emily5-27_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456704926916250914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have 4 friends/relatives that will be having or have had babies within the month. I get to go and hold these little darlings occasionally. Holding a perfect little new born is a cheerful thing to do. Most of the time. Sometimes it sparks a little bit of sadness in me. I didn't have perfect little new born babies. I had fetuses. For those of you who don't know I have twin girls that were born 14 weeks premature. The were under two pounds each. I didn't hear my newborns cry until they were seven weeks old. They had scars on their body from the first moments of birth. I has never been easy for me to be a parent. Not that it is for anyone, but I have never had one of those blissful moments when all seems right with the world. I have always had worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Will they ever be able to breath on their own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will they be able to see they way they should? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will they be able to eat normally? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will they be able to sit up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will they ever walk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will they ever talk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a while it switched to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will she ever be able to feed herself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will she ever be able to get dressed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will she every be able to tell me she loves me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will she be like everyone else? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will everyone treat her the way she deserves to be treated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know all parents ask themselves these things. I know they all worry. But at some point I have had to give up on the dream. Sure there are a lot of things both of my girls can do that I never thought they would. We no longer have to spoon feed, or worry about falling down stairs. We do however worry about how the world will treat people who are so vastly different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look at new born babies, and pray fervently for their parents that they will never have to go through the heartache of having to give up what might have been. I pray that my children never know how much it hurts to give up the dream of a perfect little baby. I pray that they don't realize that with giving up that dream, my life had been altered but, not always for the worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do however hope they realize that my life has been better because of them. That I wouldn't change a thing to make it different for myself. I would change it for them, not because there is something wrong with them, but because there is something wrong with the way the rest of the world sees them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope they never have to ask themselves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or What might have been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope they can appreciate themselves for who they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7ocuC-eRgI/AAAAAAAAAho/BuSKkrnas_Y/s1600/_MG_1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7ocuC-eRgI/AAAAAAAAAho/BuSKkrnas_Y/s400/_MG_1405.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456705475911239170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7octpRLm_I/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZGB0Tp3Du4I/s1600/IMG_1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7octpRLm_I/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZGB0Tp3Du4I/s400/IMG_1304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456705469010385906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful daughters of God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-464399363214854269?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/464399363214854269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=464399363214854269&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/464399363214854269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/464399363214854269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-might-have-been.html' title='What Might Have Been'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7ocOFz3jSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/93v0XgphZws/s72-c/Emily5-27_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-9138078727251844644</id><published>2010-04-02T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T08:16:19.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ten Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever watch the same shows over and over. There are certain series that I just have to have, I just have to watch over and over again. I actually own all seven seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Go ahead and mock me, but for those of you out there who have actually bothered to watch this show, you actually understand why I keep watching it. I also have a weakness for Veronica Mars. Again one that looked like a stupid teenage drama, but I challenge you to watch it and see if you still think that! So I am asking you. What do you love to watch? What could you watch over and over and never get tired of it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is with this freaking weather? Seriously it is April already and there is snow and hail all over my lawn! If this is what April is going to look like I would just like to have March back... OK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watch &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com//"&gt;this show&lt;/a&gt; I have done entire posts about it in the past. I love it, I will probably never stop watching. Even when Simon goes away. However I am very disappointed with the judges lately. I swear they criticize my favorites every time. I was so disappointed when one of my favorites was taken off this week! I used to vote, but I also used to watch it live. By the time we get around to watching now, it is way too late. I am very interested to see who actually wins this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bug starts her new class next week. In the mean time she is off track all this week and most of next. I think she is starting to feel the boredom. Wednesday she was sitting at the kitchen counter sorting Skip-Bo cards by number. I seriously need to find something better for her to do. Unfortunately the weather is not cooperating with the idea of anything outside. So indoor activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Any ideas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheap ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Free ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; OK ideas that do not involve actual effort? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate April Fools Day! Seriously I always end up looking like an idiot, either because I get some stupid trick played on me, or because my lame trick ends up looking just that... lame. I never realized how much kids get into it. Maybe because we have never put much emphasis on it. As a recess duty, it was like I had a huge target painted on my back yesterday. All of them were pretty simplistic, so easy to see through. I had several kids tell me I had a spot on me somewhere. I had several tell me it was their birthday. One told me I had a ketchup packet on my butt. That was the most creative. Apparently the adults in the school are a lot more creative than the kids though. I guess I have to beware in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to take the songs from my new music list this week, and added some commentary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here are the tunes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Crimson and Clover- Joan Jett&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;(This song reminds me of Veronica Mars it seriously had a great soundtrack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. OK Go- WTF?&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;(I really hate this particular phrase, but unfortunately this is the title of the song.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. Odd One- Sick Puppies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Love the lyrics on this song)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. Riannon- Fleetwood Mac&lt;/span&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;(I swear half this list I have heard on AI in the last few weeks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5. Stylo- Gorillaz&lt;/span&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;(Love the beats these guys use)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6. Let it Be- Kris Allen&lt;/span&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;(I bought this because it was a good cause, and I love this version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7. Me and Bobby McGee- Crystal Bowersox&lt;/span&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;(Part of me hopes she wins, and part of me thinks she is really pretentious. I seriously want her to loose the dreds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8. I Love Rock &amp;amp; Roll- Joan Jett&lt;/span&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;(I remember my little brother loved this song when it came out, he must have been about 6, and went around singing it all the time, he was so cute!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;9. Your No Good- Didi Benami&lt;/span&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;( I was truly disappointed to see her go! She was my favorite!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;10. Feeling Good- Michael Buble&lt;/span&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;(I have really learned to love this song!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bonus: The New Moon Soundtrack&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/1424785827808222087-9138078727251844644?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/9138078727251844644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=9138078727251844644&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/9138078727251844644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/9138078727251844644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-ten-friday.html' title='Random Ten Friday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-979602209918695867</id><published>2010-03-31T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:28:37.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday (Through the eyes of an 11 year old)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7NqCDUkgUI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ETn2ORtt9ro/s1600/IMG_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7NqCDUkgUI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ETn2ORtt9ro/s200/IMG_1443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454820157159670082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7NqBti3QUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/opHgkGyGofA/s1600/IMG_1426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7NqBti3QUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/opHgkGyGofA/s200/IMG_1426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454820151314039106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7NqBBjJkQI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ma4P14VWEfw/s1600/IMG_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7NqBBjJkQI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ma4P14VWEfw/s200/IMG_1497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454820139504079106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7NqASdl_bI/AAAAAAAAAgw/LGk_q9RVSns/s1600/IMG_1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7NqASdl_bI/AAAAAAAAAgw/LGk_q9RVSns/s200/IMG_1466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454820126864309682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-979602209918695867?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/979602209918695867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=979602209918695867&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/979602209918695867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/979602209918695867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordless-wednesday-through-eyes-of-11.html' title='Wordless Wednesday (Through the eyes of an 11 year old)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S7NqCDUkgUI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ETn2ORtt9ro/s72-c/IMG_1443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-4759563276553976335</id><published>2010-03-30T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:52:32.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I should have done this post a few days ago, but I just can't seem to find the time to sit in front of the computer anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would really like to thank the wonderful ladies that made the effort to come to my "Blogger Thing" last Friday evening. We had some good food, some equally great "girl time".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Some made an extraordinary effort and drove a very long way, to be here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would just like to give each of you and individual shout out for making the effort! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://isherthelove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sher, you are beautiful, I am so glad to have met you all those years ago!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howcouldyounott.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Boob Nazi- I would just like to know, when the freak did you go private?!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tangled-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jo- You are my mentor, and one of the smartest people I know!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elaineshandra.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elaine- I cant believe I have known you longer than anyone there! I thoroughly enjoyed having you there, and love your post about it! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://formyfour.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fiauna- You are truly and inspiration, and I need to work harder to have your sense of calm. &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://livin-la-vida-utah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Val- I love your energy! You made the party very lively, and I loved getting to know you! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my advanced age I keep thinking I forgot someone... good grief there were only six people present.... Oh wait there was one more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-shadow.html"&gt;If you want to know who that was, go here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as expected he truly was the life of the party! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would just like to know why no one suggested a picture? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-4759563276553976335?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4759563276553976335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=4759563276553976335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4759563276553976335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4759563276553976335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-4935864503956082940</id><published>2010-03-25T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:14:10.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow night people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(76, 38, 0); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(170, 85, 87); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-time-coming.html" style="color: rgb(170, 85, 87); text-decoration: none; display: inline !important; font-weight: normal; "&gt;A long time coming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(76, 38, 0); "&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I may have mentioned before that I would really like to have a blogger get together at my house. Well I am biting the bullet and just going for it. Here are the details...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;My house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(if you want to know where that is just email me or comment and I will email you back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Friday March 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 7:30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Bring something yummy to snack on, since I am not a restaurant and I don't want to provide dinner for my own family much less a bunch of crazy&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I am doing this in the hopes that I will be able to meet some of you in person and put some names to faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Everyone who reads this is invited, and if you know someone who would be interested who isn't a regular reader, bring them along too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;(You may even get a prize for bringing a friend!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Please leave a comment if you plan on attending!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-4935864503956082940?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4935864503956082940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=4935864503956082940&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4935864503956082940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4935864503956082940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/tomorrow-night-people.html' title='Tomorrow night people!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-3238673808108357610</id><published>2010-03-24T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:37:44.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Duh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;According to Redbook Magazine 79% of men think that the number one thing a woman can do to make herself more attractive is to wear a low cut top....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Really?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;What a shocker!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-3238673808108357610?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3238673808108357610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=3238673808108357610&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/3238673808108357610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/3238673808108357610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-duh.html' title='Well Duh!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-3543896576334480785</id><published>2010-03-22T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:37:24.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens on the Playground Stays on the Playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Actual Conversation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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;Picture the scene with me if you will....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A recess duty (that would be me) walking around observing and admonishing children on a playground. (Go figure huh). She is joined by Turtle (I did not have to make up a name this time, he calls himself that, and no it is not his actual name.) a third grader of the male persuasion, who actively enjoys hanging out with the "doodies". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turtle: How come you keep walking so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: I have to so I can see everything I need to see, it's my job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turtle: I am going to invent a machine that you can sit in and not have to move at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: That's called a car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turtle: Yeah but you still have to move your arms, in my machine you will just think you want to go another direction and you will go there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: So we can all get fat, like in WALL-E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turtle: Yep that would be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: (Laughing a little) Well you better get going on that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turtle: Well I have to graduate from college first (a little indignant). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(pause) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turtle: Hey by the time I graduate from college you will probably be dead anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: (Looking VERY indignant!) &lt;b&gt;I am not that old!&lt;/b&gt; How old do you think I am anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turtle: Forty Nine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Turtle that hurt! (pretending to be in pain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turtle: Well you look pretty old. &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;(P.S. I am actually only 35, that really did hurt, even from a third grader!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1424785827808222087-3543896576334480785?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3543896576334480785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=3543896576334480785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/3543896576334480785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/3543896576334480785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-happens-on-playground-stays-on.html' title='What Happens on the Playground Stays on the Playground'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-297037646521607900</id><published>2010-03-19T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T08:18:35.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I don't want to do anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Things I don't want to do anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get out of bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go to meetings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make life changing decisions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be spit on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fill up sippie cups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dole out medications&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make meals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clean my house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stand outside in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yell at children that are not my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Argue with children that are not even 12 years old yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be told that I look my age or older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch blindly as people do things that I know are wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exercise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skip exercising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eat because I am stressed out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile when I don't feel like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Answer questions about my personal life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pay bills that I don't have the money to pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Accept that I have TWO disabled children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be cheerful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be negative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whine&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/1424785827808222087-297037646521607900?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/297037646521607900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=297037646521607900&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/297037646521607900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/297037646521607900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-i-dont-want-to-do-anymore.html' title='Things I don&apos;t want to do anymore'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2559432994833951477</id><published>2010-03-18T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:44:43.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am depressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that this is a surprising thing for me this time of year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This however, is different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not depressed because of the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK so I am a little depressed because of the weather, will it ever be sunny for more than a day or two at a time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No my depression stems from the extreme frustration that seems to have seeped it's way into my life lately. Frustration that stems from all of the decisions that have to be made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RIGHT NOW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For instance, I am having some health problems lately. I have an ovary that is not behaving itself. It should have been removed  last year when I had my last "procedure" but alas it was not. So now I have to decide if and when that will be removed. Not only that but I need to make a life altering decision about weather it is best to remove everything else related to the baby growing process as well. Yes I do mean the dreaded Hysterectomy. I am leaning toward not. This is a big decision and I don't want to have to revisit this issue in a year again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there is the issue of &lt;a href="http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/ode-to-emma.html"&gt;Lou Lou. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her behavior is getting very difficult to deal with. I have been in tears twice in the last twelve hours because of a certain behavior that she has decided to revisit. I am trying to find a Child Psychiatrist that will take patients without Medicaid and will also take our insurance. This is more difficult than it sounds. Something must be done though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; And SOON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; She is getting very defiant, and more difficult to handle than usual. So now I need to find a doctor that will prescribe her something to keep her calm, so that we can actually take care of her. I do not like drugging my child. I have to do that enough with her sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of &lt;a href="http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/chloe-great.html"&gt;The Bug,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; we finally got her school placement changed. We have been working with the school district since &lt;b&gt;November&lt;/b&gt;. It is now mid &lt;b&gt;March&lt;/b&gt; and we have finally been granted what we asked for all those months ago. She will be placed in a Learning Center classroom as of next week. However the school that we are transferring her to is a year round school, and her new class goes off track as of next Monday. So now we have to wait another two weeks to put her where she belongs and can get the most help. I have to decide if we are keeping her in her current class for the next two weeks or just letting her go off track when the new class does. This is the easiest decision of them all right now. I do however want to make sure that we are doing the right thing in changing her school placement in the first place. This means not only a new class,  and a new group of kids, but an entirely different school with an entirely different schedule. It also means a change from Mom taking her to school, to being bussed. The good thing about it is that she will be in the same school with the kids from our neighborhood. She will not be in the same class with any of them though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not do well with decisions lately. I have a hard time choosing what I am going to wear every day. I just don't trust myself with the big stuff anymore for some reason. It is making me want to crawl back into bed and just sleep for the rest of the year, &lt;b&gt;and its only March!&lt;/b&gt; I cannot seem to get past my weight issue either. I know most people look at me and don't have much sympathy. I am not fat, but I feel like I am. I weigh more now than I did when I gave birth to my girls. I do not feel good. I try to do things that will help, but I have a tendency to eat when I am stressed out, and&lt;b&gt; I AM STRESSED OUT!&lt;/b&gt; I think I ate all day yesterday. Then I  was more depressed because I can't seem to control my eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just makes me want to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's such a vicious circle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no time for other people or their problems, not because I am so busy, but because I can't seem to care. I have so many things on my own mind that it is like there is not room for anything else. I feel badly because I have friends that I know could use a shoulder to cry on right now, but I just can't bring myself to think of anything else. I have a hard time putting into words exactly how much stress this is causing in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know this is depressing post, please forgive me if I have ruined your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I just need to get it out sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-2559432994833951477?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2559432994833951477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=2559432994833951477&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2559432994833951477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2559432994833951477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-7622116052445257011</id><published>2010-03-13T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:52:37.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(76, 38, 0); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(170, 85, 87); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-time-coming.html" style="color: rgb(170, 85, 87); text-decoration: none; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;A long time coming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I may have mentioned before that I would really like to have a blogger get together at my house. Well I am biting the bullet and just going for it. Here are the details...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;My house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(if you want to know where that is just email me or comment and I will email you back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Friday March 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 7:30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Bring something yummy to snack on, since I am not a restaurant and I don't want to provide dinner for my own family much less a bunch of crazy&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I am doing this in the hopes that I will be able to meet some of you in person and put some names to faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Everyone who reads this is invited, and if you know someone who would be interested who isn't a regular reader, bring them along too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;(You may even get a prize for bringing a friend!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Please leave a comment if you plan on attending!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-7622116052445257011?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7622116052445257011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=7622116052445257011&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7622116052445257011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7622116052445257011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-reminder.html' title='Just a reminder'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-1737831749408783006</id><published>2010-03-12T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:55:36.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens on the Playground Stays on the Playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had several things happen during recess duty this week that are going to stay with me for a while. Here is one that really stuck out in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A group of kids caught my eye as I was out on the playground the other day. There were seven of them to be exact. Six sixth graders and a Down Syndrome girl that is in Lu Lu's class. They caught my eye because... well we don't usually see the "normal kids" playing with the kids from that class. They are thrown together a lot during the regular school hours but when recess hits they don't hang out a lot. This group was more unusual because Jenny (all names are changed to protect the innocent) the girl from the "special class" is a couple of years younger than the kids she was playing with. I was worried at first when I noticed them together. In a world where kids like Jenny are not really accepted by their peers, seeing a group together like that makes a person worry a little. They were all laughing and smiling, and that makes an adult a little suspicious. I almost intervened, but instead I decided to stand and watch for a few minutes before passing judgement. It was then that I noticed that they were moving as a herd back and forth across the basket ball court. Then I noticed that Jenny was always in front, and that they were letting her take the lead. I had to stifle a little half laugh half sob when I figured it out. This amazing group of kids had figured out that Jenny likes to run, &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;. They were racing her across the court, and letting her win every time! I almost cried right there on the spot. It was one of the sweetest things I have seen yet. Jenny's teacher then walked over and spoke with them for a few minutes. There was some kind of agreement made and the next thing I knew, they were getting Jenny to race them to the doors of the school. Jenny by the way is a runner, and when faced with the idea of going inside after recess, she will always run the other direction. Not this day! She ran right over and cooperated in a way I have never seen her do. I guess in her mind it is OK to go inside as long as it isn't the teachers idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked over to the kids afterward and thanked them for being so kind. I told them that from the perspective of a parent of a child with disabilities that was an amazing thing to see. They all acted as though it was no big deal, but I wanted them to know that that little thing they did was an amazing act of kindness toward Jenny and ever adult on the playground that day was immensely impressed. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-1737831749408783006?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1737831749408783006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=1737831749408783006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1737831749408783006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1737831749408783006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-happened-on-playground-stays-on.html' title='What Happens on the Playground Stays on the Playground'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2377616196807220321</id><published>2010-03-10T08:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:02:12.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/4399811327/" title="City &amp;amp; County Building by Rampant Photos, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4399811327_78f40694ed.jpg" width="355" height="500" alt="City &amp;amp; County Building" /&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/1424785827808222087-2377616196807220321?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2377616196807220321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=2377616196807220321&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2377616196807220321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2377616196807220321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4399811327_78f40694ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2765737942003742035</id><published>2010-03-08T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:06:54.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Monday: and don't forget to come to my blogger get together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Extra Energy Breakfast Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 cup softened butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2/3 cup brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 tsp vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 cup whole wheat flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 tsp baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/4 tsp baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 cup oats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 cup dried fruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (craisins, raisins, apricots, dates, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 cup dried bananas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 cup nuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cream butter and sugar until fluffy, add eggs and vanilla and mix well. Mix in dry ingredients and then, mix in oatmeal, fruit and nuts. Drop by large spoonfuls onto cookie sheet and bake for 12 to 15 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always double this recipe and I always use an ice cream scoop for these, because I serve them to my kids for breakfast. I like to think they are about the equivalent of a bowl of oatmeal, but don't quote me on that. I mix it up a lot too, I add whatever fruit looks good at the store and chocolate chips because that way I know my kids will eat them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These cookies will give you massive amounts of energy. I ate one the other day and they walked three miles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mother also calls these "colon cleaning cookies"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nuff said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-2765737942003742035?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2765737942003742035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=2765737942003742035&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2765737942003742035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2765737942003742035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/menu-monday-and-dont-forget-to-come-to.html' title='Menu Monday: and don&apos;t forget to come to my blogger get together!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-213626998093265037</id><published>2010-03-05T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:53:36.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may  have mentioned before that I would really like to have a blogger get together at my house. Well I am biting the bullet and just going for it. Here are the details...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (if you want to know where that is just email me or comment and I will email you back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Friday March 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 7:30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bring something yummy to snack on, since I am not a restaurant and I don't want to provide dinner for my own family much less a bunch of crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am doing this in the hopes that I will be able to meet some of you in person and put some names to faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone who reads this is invited, and if you know someone who would be interested who isn't a regular reader, bring them along too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(You may even get a prize for bringing a friend!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please leave a comment if you plan on attending! &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/1424785827808222087-213626998093265037?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/213626998093265037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=213626998093265037&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/213626998093265037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/213626998093265037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-time-coming.html' title='A long time coming'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2521477757699626373</id><published>2010-03-04T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:52:38.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/s/sv/svilen001/948294_question_mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that your children don't wear their coats at recess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even when the tempurature is below freezing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-2521477757699626373?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2521477757699626373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=2521477757699626373&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2521477757699626373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2521477757699626373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/question-of-day_04.html' title='Question of the day?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5062824589163526724</id><published>2010-03-02T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T05:14:11.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Feature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have been having a hard time finding things to write about, especially once I place myself in front of the actual computer. So I am starting a new feature that I am calling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What Happened on the Playground Stays on the Playground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have something entertaining happen almost every day so I thought I would use this for blog fodder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For instance....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I had a group of kids today playing with what I thought was a piece of wood. They were trying to convince another kid that it was a jaw bone. I walked over and told them they were extremely gullible, only to realize that it was an actual jaw bone! With teeth attached and everything. It was obviously canine in nature, but still extremely disgusting. I promptly threw it away and told anyone who had touched it to wash their hands immediately. Several of them went to the spot where it had been found and tried to find other parts. It is a spot on the north side of the school where the sun just doesn't shine so there is still a good bit of ice over there. They found more parts (teeth) and at that point I decided that they should stay away. We removed them with a stern warning to keep away and I made sure to find the janitor later and let him know where to look for the possibility that there might be more "parts". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I just say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YUCK!  &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/1424785827808222087-5062824589163526724?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5062824589163526724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=5062824589163526724&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5062824589163526724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5062824589163526724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-feature.html' title='New Feature'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5801932580178729040</id><published>2010-02-26T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:33:58.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actual Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I was performing my "doodie" duty today during recess, I was approached by a boy. He was covered in mud that had dried all over his clothes and hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Wow you are covered in mud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Student: (Looking indignant) Yeah my friend smacked his muddy hands on me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Student (Looking around for the friend he is tattling on) Yeah, so I smacked my hands on him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(He then proceeds to point out the offending friend.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: So you got each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Student: Yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: So you are telling on him to get him in trouble?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Student: Yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Even though you got mud on him too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Student: No we didn't get mud on each other (looking all innocent). We're friends why would we get mud all over each other. (Sly smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Yeah that's what I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I was actually pretty impressed that he caught on to my little hint so fast!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-5801932580178729040?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5801932580178729040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=5801932580178729040&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5801932580178729040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5801932580178729040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/actual-conversation.html' title='Actual Conversation'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-8990081509461101650</id><published>2010-02-25T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:45:05.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mapds.com.au/newsletters/0807/iphone_home.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 495px;" src="http://www.mapds.com.au/newsletters/0807/iphone_home.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think of these? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-8990081509461101650?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8990081509461101650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=8990081509461101650&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8990081509461101650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8990081509461101650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/question-of-day_25.html' title='Question of the day?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-6165517332116396176</id><published>2010-02-19T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:48:00.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just watched this movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cinemovie.tv/cinemovie/images/stories/MoviePosters/whip-it-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://cinemovie.tv/cinemovie/images/stories/MoviePosters/whip-it-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seriously made me want to go dig out my roller blades and start practicing. I seriously want to go and see a match now too! I think this would be and awesome girls night thing. I really was apprehensive about watching this one, but I had heard it was really good. I have to agree. I am absolutely going to have to add this one to my movie collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had my first real emergency happen on the play ground today. A boy had a seizure. I didn't even know that anything was wrong with him until a girl pointed to him and said she thought he was having one. Thank heaven that little girl knew what she was talking about, because I probably got there just in time to stop him from falling over and hitting his head. He must have known it was coming on because before I even saw him he was sitting down against the building. It scared me to death! I didn't have my walkie talkie volume up high enough so when I called for help everyone could hear me, but I couldn't hear if anyone was coming to help. There was a couple of minutes of panic, and then someone showed up to help. I admit I probably didn't handle it with as much mental fortitude as I could have, but now that I know what to do hopefully things will go a little more smoothly the next time there is an emergency. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would like to plan a blogger get together at my house in the next couple of weeks. If you are interested please comment, and I will try to work around everyones schedules. I am leaning toward doing this on a Friday or Saturday night, probably after dinner time so we all have a chance to feed our families. This wouldn't exactly be a dinner thing it would be more like bring whatever you have around to munch on. I would like to get as many of you out there in blog land as possible, so that I can actually meet some of you in person, but it doesn't have to be only the people I know. If you have friends that you think might be interested, please include them in the invite too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please let me know if you are interested. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please include &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tangled-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my friend Jo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; in your prayers she could really use them right now! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;b&gt;Here are the tunes,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sorry no commentary today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Dear Prudence- Souxie and the Banshees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.Pretty in Pink- Psychedelic Furs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Jane Says- Jane's Addiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Desperately Wanting- Better than Ezra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Our Lips are Sealed- The Go-Go's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Cruel Summer- Bananarama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Stay- Oingo Boingo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Elevator Love Letter- Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. If I had $1,000,000- Barenaked Ladies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Golden Years- David Bowie&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/1424785827808222087-6165517332116396176?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6165517332116396176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=6165517332116396176&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6165517332116396176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6165517332116396176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2438710859407254951</id><published>2010-02-18T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:50:14.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Pasta maker (In which I reverse my decision to give this item a good review!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember this post?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/review-pasta-maker.html"&gt;Review: Pasta Maker &lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sharpknives.com/gourmets_toolbox_pages/villaware/pasta_maker_aldente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 276px;" src="http://www.sharpknives.com/gourmets_toolbox_pages/villaware/pasta_maker_aldente.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I TAKE IT BACK!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This dumb thing is falling apart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sticks so bad I had to take it apart the other day to see if there was something clogging it up. Then when I couldn't find anything and I still had half of my pasta dough left to flatten, I had to have Emanhaud hold the stupid thing down for me so I could finish because it won't stay attached to the counter because of the heavy amount of force needed to turn the stupid crank!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AAARRRGGGGGHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that was the sound I made when I was trying to use it this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So do not buy one of these! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am thinking of biting the bullet and buying the attachment for pasta that goes with my new mixer. Maybe then I won't have this problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll let you know if I do, and you can guarantee there WILL be a review for that one too. &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/1424785827808222087-2438710859407254951?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2438710859407254951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=2438710859407254951&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2438710859407254951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2438710859407254951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/review-pasta-maker-in-which-i-reverse.html' title='Review: Pasta maker (In which I reverse my decision to give this item a good review!)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-4621353044608712845</id><published>2010-02-17T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T06:52:06.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/4357127501/" title="Bountiful Temple Vertorama by «Rampant Photos», on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4357127501_d2ebe89d0a.jpg" width="425" alt="Bountiful Temple Vertorama" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-4621353044608712845?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4621353044608712845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=4621353044608712845&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4621353044608712845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4621353044608712845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-wednesday_17.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4357127501_d2ebe89d0a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-6768355169260283090</id><published>2010-02-12T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:59:30.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/s/sv/svilen001/948294_question_mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you watch Oprah? If so why? If not, why not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-6768355169260283090?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6768355169260283090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=6768355169260283090&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6768355169260283090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6768355169260283090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-7879222003170279658</id><published>2010-02-09T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:18:23.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination Perseverance Basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I have mentioned that I have a  new job as a play ground duty at my kids school. Sometimes there are moments that just stick out for me, today I had one of them. Let me first say that the line between boys and girls and their various activities has become blurred since I was in grade school, and its about time! There are more 6th grade girls playing basket ball then I could ever have thought and all I can say to that is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Good for them!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I was watching a group of 2nd and 3rd grade boys playing basket ball today. (OK so it wasn't really a "basket ball game" they were playing the game where there are two people aiming for the hoop and when one of them gets it in the other is out... can't remember what you call it.) As I was watching a little (and I do mean little, this third grader is at least a foot shorter than anyone in her grade) girl went to join them. They readily accepted her into their game, and she tried her very hardest to play like all of the boys. She had absolutely no chance of getting that ball in the hoop accept by chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did that mean she gave up? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HECK NO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That little thing tried her very hardest, throwing that ball granny style every single time. Usually from directly under the hoop. I watched for  a couple of minutes and found myself amused, impressed and yes entertained. "That's the spirit" I thought to myself, and then something else caught my attention and I had to turn away from the game. I returned to my rounds about ten minutes later, and found her playing at another hoop with another group of boys. Aiming, and throwing in the same way, she again had very little chance of making a basket. There was a difference this time though. The last time she had been readily accepted into the group, and was encouraged with kind words. This time they were actually chanting her name when her time came. It brought tears to my eyes. What an incredible spirit of goodwill and sportsmanship, this little group had, to actually cheer her name and encourage this tiny little thing in her endeavor to win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think every day I have seen this kind of kindness shown by the children at this school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THAT is what is making me love my job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THAT is why I keep doing it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-7879222003170279658?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7879222003170279658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=7879222003170279658&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7879222003170279658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7879222003170279658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/determination-perseverance-basketball.html' title='Determination Perseverance Basketball'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-855400063882382764</id><published>2010-02-08T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:19:23.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Apologies Are Not Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I found this post off of my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://formyfour.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-apologies-are-not-enough.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Fiauna's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and asked if I could copy it over. This was her response...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sarah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm glad you liked my post. Yes, you can definitely link to it on yours. I want the word to get around. We really need to change how we speak--especially those in power, you know what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So here is what she posted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate;  color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 27px; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Rahm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; Emanuel, Rush Limbaugh, and all others who choose to use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; word in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Your apologies are not enough. It saddens and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;disappoints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; me that people in your positions and with your level of education have not elevated your sensitivity or vocabulary above that of the fifth grade. I challenge you to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;I will accept your apology when you have sat across the desk of a neurologist, therapist, pediatrician or educator and been told that your child is developmentally delayed, cognitively impaired, or mentally retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;I will accept your apology when you have changed an adult diaper, spoon fed a fifteen-year-old, or spent $40,000 of your own money on this therapy or that teaching technique just to hear your child say his or her own name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;I will accept your apology when you've seen the look on the faces of your children, the sudden wetness in their eyes, the blush on their cheeks, when they hear someone using &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; word, knowing that it refers (even if unintentionally) to their sister whom they love and adore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;I will accept your apology when you've spent sleepless nights cataloging every moment of your life trying to find out where you went so wrong to have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;irreparably &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;damaged your own child and praying for the strength to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;I will accept your apology when you've looked into the eyes of the purest of souls and caught a glimpse of yourself, however small or fleeting, and realized that they are not here to learn but instead are here to teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;I will accept your apology when you come to my home and meet my exceptionally beautiful daughter who may never go to college or have a child of her own, but who will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;undoubtedly capture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;your heart. And I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; you that you will never use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;word in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; way again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Fiauna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Lund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-855400063882382764?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/855400063882382764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=855400063882382764&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/855400063882382764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/855400063882382764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-apologies-are-not-enough.html' title='Why Apologies Are Not Enough'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2434785280486447743</id><published>2010-02-05T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T08:31:47.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Friday with Tunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have had the hardest time lately coming up with stuff to blog about when I am sitting down to blog. When I am up and walking around with no writing utensil I am perfectly capable of thinking of things to talk about, but as mentioned I have nothing to write them down with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Why is this? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I am intimidated by the computer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I am intimidated by the people who will be reading this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; HA who am I kidding no one reads this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Maybe I just am not creative enough to make my life sound interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; BINGO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone posted a not so great picture of me and an ex-boyfriend on FB. I look so young in it, well... I was young I was only 18! The problem is that it looks like and engagement picture. I am not sure that it is appropriate for a married woman to have a picture posted of her with someone that is not her husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is the protocol for this.. anyone know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have decided I really like my new job. I am a recess duty at my kids school. Everyone looks at me like I am insane when I say this. Why? I get to be paid to play outside. This isn't like being a a substitute, I don't have to keep them in line, or teach them anything. I just have to make sure they don't harm each other or themselves. There are relatively few rules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't throw snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Don't touch each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Don't leave the playground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't say bad words. Etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty easy, right? So why is everyone surprised that I am liking this job. I guess it because I have expressed more than once that I don't really like kids that I don't know very well. The thing is that the more time I spend out there with them the more I know them so, problem solved! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to a concert in April...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lex22.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/chris-daughtry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 445px; height: 322px;" src="http://lex22.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/chris-daughtry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I first started watching &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com//"&gt;that show&lt;/a&gt; the season he was on it. I have been a huge fan of his ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As far as I am concerned he is the only one that has ever deserved the fame that comes from being on&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com//"&gt; that show&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope I don't drool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been asking a lot of questions on here. I don't ever post my own answers to my questions of the day. Does anyone think I should... That can be my question of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the tunes... from my favorites list this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(With &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;commentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, just because it has been so long since I have)&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;1. This is Where I Came In- Bee Gees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (For some reason I will always love these guys, I think they remind me of my childhood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; although I am not sure that my parents ever listened to them.)&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;2. Like a Prayer- Madonna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I love her earlier music, but the new stuff, not so much!)&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;3. You Give Love a Bad Name- Bon Jovi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Have you ever seen a singer with a sexier smile?)&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;4. Had a Dream- &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0948723/"&gt;Bird York &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0948723/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(If you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; know who she is you should!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Love Me Dead- LUDO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (This must be listened to at top volume!)&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;6. I Dare You to Move- Switchfoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (Probably the only song by them that is any good)&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;7. Eyes On Fire- Blue Foundation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(One of the best soundtracks ever)&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;8. I Will Dare- The Replacements &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I have to dance when I hear this!)&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;9. Dare- Gorillaz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Can anyone resist dancing to this one?)&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;10. Masquerade- Berlin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(See they did have other good songs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-2434785280486447743?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2434785280486447743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=2434785280486447743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2434785280486447743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2434785280486447743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-friday-with-tunes.html' title='Random Friday with Tunes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2778947001629721730</id><published>2010-02-03T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:20:56.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S2mwbntU2OI/AAAAAAAAAgo/03Fm4SKVze0/s1600-h/_MG_9268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S2mwbntU2OI/AAAAAAAAAgo/03Fm4SKVze0/s400/_MG_9268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434068413961263330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-2778947001629721730?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2778947001629721730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=2778947001629721730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2778947001629721730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2778947001629721730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S2mwbntU2OI/AAAAAAAAAgo/03Fm4SKVze0/s72-c/_MG_9268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5449059231273774186</id><published>2010-02-02T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:11:24.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Cuisinart Mixer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked for something for Christmas this year that I never thought I would ever ask for in a million years. I have never had a use for one of these, but I found myself wishing for one more than a few time over the last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I unwrapped all of my gifts on Christmas morning, and it wasn't present (pun, snort!). So I looked at Emanhaud, and said... "Where is my mixer?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"What mixer" was his reply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"Listen I know that your mom went in on a gift for me and the most expensive thing I have opened so far is this electric skillet that cost all of about $5o. I know how much your mom spends on each of us... so Where Is My Mixer?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"OK, you will just have to look around for it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.everythingkitchens.com/images/products/detail/cuisinart-mixer-brushed-chrome-med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.everythingkitchens.com/images/products/detail/cuisinart-mixer-brushed-chrome-med.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long story short, I found it sitting under the kids Christmas tree in the dining room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had looked at several different models and name brands including the Kitchen Aid, but we went for the Cuisinart. It had the better motor, and options for the money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took me about a week to actually use it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not from lack of interest, just because I was burned out with cooking for Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to say it was a very good choice. Once I did actually break the thing out and learn how to use it I was instantly impressed. It has some really cool features. Like a timer, and a speed dial with 12 settings. Not to mention that it amps up on any speed over 1, so that you don't have flour spray all over your kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never saw the need for an item like this before, because to tell the truth I really don't like baking, but I have found it to be one of those things that is essential for any good cook. I have only had it for a little over a month and I don't think I could live without it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-5449059231273774186?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5449059231273774186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=5449059231273774186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5449059231273774186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5449059231273774186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/review-cuisinart-mixer.html' title='Review: Cuisinart Mixer'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2302815171159126608</id><published>2010-02-01T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:11:24.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless Eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you mindlessly eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will admit it, I eat without thinking about what I am putting into my mouth. Sometimes I do it out of boredom. Sometimes I do it as therapy, and sometimes I just do it because. I find myself looking for something to eat when I am not even hungry. Like when I have just finished a meal. Is this necessary? The answer to that would be a resounding NO! I need to break this habit. I would say that it is the number one reason why I cannot seem to loose weight, well that and the pesky no exercising problem. I need to get over the idea that I have to always have something in my mouth (insert snicker here). I have tried gum, but I have a problem with my jaw and it gives me a headache after a while. I have tried hard candies, but that never lasts long. I just need to get over this problem I have with eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anybody have any advice? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-2302815171159126608?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2302815171159126608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=2302815171159126608&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2302815171159126608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2302815171159126608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/mindless-eating.html' title='Mindless Eating'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5257762029871444263</id><published>2010-01-30T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:00:40.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/jfa1242l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/jfa1242l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you make your kids do housework? If so... What do they do? At what age did you start them working? Did you have chores to do as a kid? If you don't make them do chores, why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-5257762029871444263?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5257762029871444263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=5257762029871444263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5257762029871444263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5257762029871444263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/question-of-day_30.html' title='Question of the day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-1697903828322254611</id><published>2010-01-27T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:43:36.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Advertising for DeNae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to know why I chose to do this particular post it is because I can't think of anything better to blog about. (See previous post.) All I have to say is I loved &lt;a href="http://thebackorderedlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/gone-wailin.html"&gt;this post by DeNae&lt;/a&gt; and everyone should read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-1697903828322254611?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1697903828322254611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=1697903828322254611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1697903828322254611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1697903828322254611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-you-want-to-know-why-i-chose-to-do.html' title='Free Advertising for DeNae'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-8713419621879585998</id><published>2010-01-23T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:28:06.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should be posting more, I know this. The problem is that I don't really feel that there is anything good to be blogging about. I have been very depressed lately. A lot of that is due to the weather, and a lot is due just to me. I also feel that everyone has heard me complain enough lately and that if I don't have anything nice to blog I shouldn't be blogging at all. So this is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;. Do I blog because it helps me get things off of my chest, even thought is turns out to be nothing but a complaint session? Or do I keep it to myself and just wait to blog until I have something cheerful to cover?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; What do you think?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-8713419621879585998?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8713419621879585998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=8713419621879585998&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8713419621879585998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8713419621879585998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-should-be-posting-more-i-know-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-2338356506862144909</id><published>2010-01-20T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:09:28.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday (Actual sleep!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S1cqs4DaEhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4x2mYopGXGs/s1600-h/IMG_6951.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/S1cqs4DaEhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4x2mYopGXGs/s400/IMG_6951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428854826267709970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-2338356506862144909?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2338356506862144909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=2338356506862144909&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2338356506862144909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/2338356506862144909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/wordless-wednesday-actual-sleep.html' title='Wordless Wednesday (Actual sleep!)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/S1cqs4DaEhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4x2mYopGXGs/s72-c/IMG_6951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5209074865311890294</id><published>2010-01-19T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:56:24.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procedure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a little "procedure" done today. Before you get all concerned it was nothing like my last one. Not invasive, not even something that I had to be knocked out for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have arthritis in the base of my spine. More specifically in my right hip area. It causes me a great deal of pain. We think it has been caused and aggravated by lifting my almost 60lb child and her 50lb wheel chair. (Not at the same time.) For a long time I just thought it was a chiropractor issue. It would go out on me about twice yearly, in the spring and fall (the two wettest seasons of the year) and I would dutifully go and spend hundreds of dollars talking to and getting adjusted by my &lt;a href="http://www.soliwellness.com/"&gt;awesome chiropractor&lt;/a&gt;. Whom I love and did wonders for me. It did help a lot, really! However the pain never really went away. Well after years of having this problem, I decided that I just needed to see a regular doc. I went to see mine, and he recommended an MRI. I had it done, (that is a whole other funny story). The result was that I have severe arthritis in the base of my spine. Well that meant onto the spinal clinic. I met with them and they recommended I get steroid shots. I had them done about a year and a half ago. It was getting a little uncomfortable again so I decided that it was time again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the thing, I like to think I have a pretty high tolerance for pain. I went all the way through labor with a placental abruption. That is suppose to be very painful. I literally stub my toes every day.  I have a child that hits, pinches, bites, scratches, etc. I have learned not to react too much to this over the years. I do however have a HUGE problem with shots. I was told once by my dentist that blonds and red heads have more nerve endings on the surface of their skin so shots hurt more. Well I am both a blond and a red head (yes this is possible) This explains why I am a complete baby when it comes to shots. They make me cry every time! I am thirty five years old and shots still make me cry! That is just pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told myself that this time I was going to be brave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would not cry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(crickets chirping)&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;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yeah right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much for that. I did at least hold it in long enough to get to my little room afterward.&lt;b&gt; OK&lt;/b&gt;, I shed some tears in the operating room too, but not as many as I wanted to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;BUT MAN THAT HURTS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine the most sensitive and painful part of your body. Now imagine someone poking a needle into it and wiggling it around for a few minutes. It was like getting the shot you get at the dentist but in my back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just emphasized to me that I am actually a huge wimp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please don't judge me for this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(By the way I am just fine, the pain doesn't last long and the back is feeling much better as a result, so no worries.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-5209074865311890294?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5209074865311890294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=5209074865311890294&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5209074865311890294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5209074865311890294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/procedure.html' title='Procedure'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-1620294751893018203</id><published>2010-01-18T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:27:32.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Monday IIII (With a product review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.viewpoints.com/images/review/2009/21/11/1232559762-12483_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 420px;" src="http://www.viewpoints.com/images/review/2009/21/11/1232559762-12483_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I got one of these for Christmas. It is an electric skillet from GE. Before anyone out there starts feeling sorry for me or thinks that my husband is a looser, I asked for it OK. Actually what I asked for was just an electric skillet to replace my old one that the handle broke off of. What I got was three times bigger and completely awesome! I haven't used it much since I got it because it is so big, in fact I have only used it once until Saturday night. I was making a new soup recipe and I thought instead of doing it in my usual soup pot I would whip this baby out and see how it went. I was beyond impressed! It has several different settings for cooking as well as  for  keeping thingswarm. It cooked really evenly and I have but one complaint about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; IT HUGE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This is going to be a little bit of a problem because I am used to using it for smaller things but I am sure I can adjust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, this is the recipe I tried in it and it turned out fabulous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Corn and Sausage Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 1/2 cups chopped onion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 cup chopped celery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 cup diced carrots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6 tbsp butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 1/2 lb fully cooked smoked sausage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;diced into about 1/2 inch chunks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 cloves garlic minced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 cans tomato sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 cans corn drained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 large can diced tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 cup beef broth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 bay leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 Tbsp. Italian seasoning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 tsp pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a heavy pot (or electric skillet), heat butter and add celery, carrots, and onion. Saute until soft, and add sausage and garlic. Cook for 8 to 10 minutes. Use beef broth to de-glaze pan and add remaining ingredients. Simmer uncovered for 1 hour, stirring occasionally. Discard bay leaves before serving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made some modifications to this recipe but they are reflected above. The original recipe called for green and red peppers instead of carrots, but I don't like them. I used canned corn instead of the frozen it asked for. It also called for Italian diced tomatoes, and sauce and I didn't have either so I upped my herbs and added regular of both. I also replaced the water that it called for with beef broth for a deeper flavor. It turned out really well. I added salt because the recipe didn't call for any but realized that it didn't need any with the beef broth and the sausage. It was almost too salty, but we really liked it that way! I made home made bread to go with it, and it was the perfect winter soup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I highly recommend this recipe &lt;b&gt;and the skillet I cooked it in!  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1424785827808222087-1620294751893018203?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1620294751893018203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=1620294751893018203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1620294751893018203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1620294751893018203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/menu-monday-iiii-with-product-review.html' title='Menu Monday IIII (With a product review)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-7912261657101083404</id><published>2010-01-12T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:46:08.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://defencedebates.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/children-playing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 283px;" src="http://defencedebates.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/children-playing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having spent a lot of time the last couple of days watching children play. I have started to wonder about the "art" of playing. Yes it is an art. If you define art as something that is creative that you throw your whole effort and heart into.  I have watched children run and jump and laugh and cry, all in the name of play. They don't need much either, maybe a ball or some snow, but the majority of the time there is nothing but their imaginations. So the question I ask you is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you play? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And what do you play?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-7912261657101083404?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7912261657101083404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=7912261657101083404&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7912261657101083404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7912261657101083404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/question-of-day_12.html' title='Question of the day?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5850046104286141726</id><published>2010-01-11T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:58:26.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to the child puking into a bowl in the other room...</title><content type='html'>Dear beloved Child,&lt;div&gt;I love you! There is no disputing this. I do however wonder sometimes about your timing. Did you know that today is suppose to be my first day at my new job? I know that you are far more important, that is obvious. As mom however it is very difficult to teach you the important qualities of follow through, and responsibility if you force me to have to get a substitute for my first day of work. Just sayin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you feel better soon! LIKE TOMORROW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Loving Mother &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-5850046104286141726?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5850046104286141726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=5850046104286141726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5850046104286141726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5850046104286141726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/open-letter-to-child-puking-into-bowl.html' title='An open letter to the child puking into a bowl in the other room...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-7930741481187122550</id><published>2010-01-08T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:41:34.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays Randomness and Tunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so tired lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Why, you ask? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For about a two week period of time every month I have very vivid dreams. Last night I dreamed an entire new Terminator movie. Seriously right up until the terminators emerged from my washing machine, it was totally plausible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I wake up completely exhausted. I am normally a very heavy sleeper, and rarely remember my dreams, so this is a very frustrating thing. It seems to have been getting worse as I get older too. I also can't sleep on my stomach any more because of my back problems. I used to love sleep, now it's just a chore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bug had to have a hearing test the other day. We requested it in order to make sure that everything was working fine so that when they ask if her hearing has been tested, we can say yes.... Now listen to us and hold her back a year! Apparently she was trying to fail it. She was suppose to raise her hand every time she heard a noise. She was not raising her hand but would look up at the speech pathologist every time. So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Angie, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(speech person extraordinaire!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; told her that if she heard all the noises and passed the test she would get a treat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She passed with flying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing what a little treat will do for my child's ability to hear. Her resource teacher called to tell me about this and we both had a pretty good laugh about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So good news about my kids, I know it is rare so when we get it I have to share. The Bug is seizure free. As per her last EEG there was no seizure activity. Which means that we can start whittling down her seizure meds and start her back on the ADD meds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; HEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I know it isn't great news, as far as meds go... but it's OK news and we'll take it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So as of Monday I have a new job! Yep that is right, I will be officially employed!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEAH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK so don't get too excited, it is just part time, and I have hardly any hours, but it is just what I was looking for. So do you want to know what it is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; the new recess duty at my girls school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is just the right thing for me, I will have all the same holidays off as my girls. I will have summers off without having to actually quit my job. It is just the right hours, and best of all I have acquired a new nick name to go with it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;DOODIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes this is what all the kids will be calling me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AWESOME HUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The down side is no more lunches out with the girls, No more MAK's. No more hanging out reading a book all afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But hey I am being paid to go to recess... I'll take it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is the whole world pregnant? Just wondering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(it sure seems like it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have decided to start taking pictures of  the modifications we have made over the years in the name of keeping our child safe. There are several things we have done that seem ridiculous on the surface, but have really helped keep Lou Lou safe. I have also received submissions from other people, if you have anything you would like to submit for this future post just email me a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;b&gt;Here are the tunes off of my favorites list&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I Turn My Camera On- Spoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Ricochet- Shiny Toy Guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Hit Me With Your Best Shot- Pat Benatar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Sex on Fire- Kings of Leon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Jivetalkin- Bee Gees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Alone- Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Birdhouse In Your Soul- They Might Be Giants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. It's the End of the World as We Know It- R.E.M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9- Voices Carry- 'Till Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Pepper- Butthole Surfers (I hate the name of this band but I love the song!)&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/1424785827808222087-7930741481187122550?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7930741481187122550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=7930741481187122550&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7930741481187122550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7930741481187122550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/fridays-randomness-and-tunes.html' title='Fridays Randomness and Tunes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-8734226334587474654</id><published>2010-01-06T16:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:12:49.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/4248987583/" title="Bridger Bay II by Rampant Photos!, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/4248987583_cf658b27ef.jpg" width="420" alt="Bridger Bay II" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-8734226334587474654?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8734226334587474654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=8734226334587474654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8734226334587474654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8734226334587474654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/wordless-wednesday-family.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/4248987583_cf658b27ef_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-6614207041497389585</id><published>2010-01-05T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T07:56:38.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://espimages.biz/2149/I/450/suresteps1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 500px;" src="http://espimages.biz/2149/I/450/suresteps1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you use one of these? If so... why? If not... why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1424785827808222087-6614207041497389585?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6614207041497389585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=6614207041497389585&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6614207041497389585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6614207041497389585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-6767115864077568461</id><published>2010-01-02T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:50:28.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Pasta maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have decided that I am going to start reviewing items that I buy (well technically I was given this as a gift, but whatever). This is my first, so here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dente&lt;/span&gt; Pasta Maker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sharpknives.com/gourmets_toolbox_pages/villaware/pasta_maker_aldente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 276px;" src="http://www.sharpknives.com/gourmets_toolbox_pages/villaware/pasta_maker_aldente.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I said I was given this by my parents for Christmas, and I just have to say... This thing is awesome! You make a simple dough, recipe for which is in the instruction book that it comes with. You have to do very little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;needing&lt;/span&gt;, because it does it all for you. As long as you follow the instructions it all turns out great. I found that it took a little practice to get things right, but I played with it for a full afternoon and got it down. It makes flat noodles for Lasagna, which I made last night and it was fabulous. It also has a cutter for making spaghetti, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fettuccine&lt;/span&gt;. Plus you can make them as thin or thick as you like. I think the next step is drying my pasta that I make and seeing where that takes me. The only down sides I saw to this machine, is that when I first started using it there was some kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;metallic&lt;/span&gt; shavings that were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embedded&lt;/span&gt; into the dough from the machine. This is why I suggest playing with it for a while before actual use. The dough seemed to kind of clean it out. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; beat the convenience of just opening a box of pasta, but it sure does taste a lot better. Maybe it is the whole idea of "I made it all myself" that made it taste better. Whatever it is I think it was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I give this machine 3 1/2 stars! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Out of 4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-6767115864077568461?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6767115864077568461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=6767115864077568461&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6767115864077568461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6767115864077568461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/review-pasta-maker.html' title='Review: Pasta maker'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-3256599949100772971</id><published>2009-12-31T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:52:37.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.glastonburyus.org/askthesuperintendent/PublishingImages/questionMark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px; height: 306px;" src="https://www.glastonburyus.org/askthesuperintendent/PublishingImages/questionMark.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So did you get anything you weren't expecting for Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-3256599949100772971?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3256599949100772971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=3256599949100772971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/3256599949100772971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/3256599949100772971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-849364868273052300</id><published>2009-12-29T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:21:19.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am seriously thinking of never going to a theatre again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me just preface this post by saying that I love movies, I love watching new ones, I love watching old ones. I love going to the theatre, and sitting down with a giant bag of popcorn. I love licking the salt and butter off of my fingers because I almost never remember to pick up a napkin. I love sneaking extra snacks into the theatre in my extra large purse. I love watching the previews that seem to last almost as long as the movie these days. I don't even mind it that in a really old theatre my shoes stick to the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well today we got the great idea that we would take our girls to a movie. This can be a stressful experience for us because a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;theatres&lt;/span&gt; aren't exactly wheel chair friendly. Either we have to sit at the very front and try not to come out with a crick in the neck from looking straight up at the screen. Or we have to try to squeeze the wheel chair into the  sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; slots that are "made for" the wheel chair bound. The best theatres are the ones that have an elevator that takes us up to the top so we can be behind everyone else and not be a spectacle. These &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; are few and fare between though. The one that we went to today is a dollar theatre, that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; none of these. It is an old one that is NOT wheel chair friendly. This particular one has one isle directly down the middle with about 8 seats on either side. The isle also happens to be very small. Which means that not only do we have to park the chair in the isle, but that it blocks anyone from getting past us as well. We have only been to this place once before and managed to make a good time of it so we figure... hey, why not. We chose a movie that had been given great reviews, The Fantastic Mr. Fox. We sat three rows from the front, because it was what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; available when we arrived. It was a good location because it was far from the door, and hardly anyone would be tripping over us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now let me say now that my child that sits in the wheel chair is not a quiet child. She is a little noisy. We do NOT take her to adult movies, we take her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; movies, ones where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; other children present. Other noisy children. As we sat in the theatre watching this particularly horrible movie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; were two girls sitting in the front row who were continually turning around and staring at my kid! Every time she made even the slightest peep they would turn around and stare at my child. Is it just me or is this incredible rude? I understand that it is human nature to look when you hear a startling noise, I can understand looking more than just once. What I cannot understand it turning and staring for 30 seconds each time. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; repeatedly throughout the movie. Once I just looked at them and said "She Can't help it!" This was easily the rudest thing that has ever been directed at my handicap child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Add to this the fact that this movie sucked! Which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;expressed&lt;/span&gt; to my husband thirty minutes into the movie when I leaned over to him and whispered "this sucks"! It was like someone had had a sixth grader rewrite the script to Oceans 11 and then tried to put it in a cartoon form. By the time it was over we were so glad to get out of the theatre that we were even OK with the fact that it was snowing all the way home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came out of there so frustrated, and very glad that I did not pay full price to see this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This seriously makes me want to never go to a movie theatre again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK HEAVEN FOR NETFLIX!!!&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/1424785827808222087-849364868273052300?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/849364868273052300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=849364868273052300&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/849364868273052300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/849364868273052300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-i-am-seriously-thinking-of-never.html' title='Why I am seriously thinking of never going to a theatre again.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-7139333446568818071</id><published>2009-12-24T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T06:01:59.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is this years attempt at family photos. As you all know I have a talented husband who has a real knack for photography. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emanhaud/"&gt;You can see some of his work here.&lt;/a&gt; We have however decided that it might be better to have someone else take our family photos from now on. I hope these give you all a nice Christmas chuckle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNw7ot3ODI/AAAAAAAAAfY/gh0byk5Pnjw/s1600-h/IMG_8670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNw7ot3ODI/AAAAAAAAAfY/gh0byk5Pnjw/s400/IMG_8670.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418798946501212210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNw6-YQscI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/VIcYV87B3Q4/s1600-h/IMG_8665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNw6-YQscI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/VIcYV87B3Q4/s400/IMG_8665.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418798935136317890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNxJ6YCbaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4eEEau0O5dY/s1600-h/IMG_8682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNxJ6YCbaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4eEEau0O5dY/s400/IMG_8682.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418799191759678882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNw8OS8OaI/AAAAAAAAAfg/uz2AFizQnxs/s1600-h/IMG_8678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNw8OS8OaI/AAAAAAAAAfg/uz2AFizQnxs/s400/IMG_8678.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418798956588841378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey! At least we are all mostly sitting still... kind of.  Unlike these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNzdnyvybI/AAAAAAAAAgI/xDY_mvEVcGA/s1600-h/IMG_8715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNzdnyvybI/AAAAAAAAAgI/xDY_mvEVcGA/s400/IMG_8715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418801729392069042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNzdOz_eMI/AAAAAAAAAgA/O2hPyQxV6XI/s1600-h/IMG_8711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNzdOz_eMI/AAAAAAAAAgA/O2hPyQxV6XI/s400/IMG_8711.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418801722686404802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNzHQ46PLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ShHlbcWQC6g/s1600-h/IMG_8707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNzHQ46PLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ShHlbcWQC6g/s400/IMG_8707.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418801345286782130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNzG4Wdz-I/AAAAAAAAAfw/SFNo6CH-rTI/s1600-h/IMG_8690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNzG4Wdz-I/AAAAAAAAAfw/SFNo6CH-rTI/s400/IMG_8690.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418801338699861986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't we all look happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-7139333446568818071?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7139333446568818071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=7139333446568818071&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7139333446568818071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7139333446568818071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzNw7ot3ODI/AAAAAAAAAfY/gh0byk5Pnjw/s72-c/IMG_8670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-410006148928252346</id><published>2009-12-22T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:56:09.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday  (Mercy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzGGwA5LxlI/AAAAAAAAAeg/esZfMPUnEKA/s1600-h/IMG_8300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzGGwA5LxlI/AAAAAAAAAeg/esZfMPUnEKA/s400/IMG_8300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418259986135107154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-410006148928252346?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/410006148928252346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=410006148928252346&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/410006148928252346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/410006148928252346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/wordless-wednesday-mercy.html' title='Wordless Wednesday  (Mercy)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SzGGwA5LxlI/AAAAAAAAAeg/esZfMPUnEKA/s72-c/IMG_8300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-1090678034598185517</id><published>2009-12-20T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T06:10:21.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Thoughts #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the angel said unto them, &lt;b&gt;Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-1090678034598185517?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1090678034598185517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=1090678034598185517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1090678034598185517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1090678034598185517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-it-came-to-pass-in-those-days-that.html' title='Sunday Thoughts #6'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-1265644985193293106</id><published>2009-12-18T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:19:40.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/travelwithkids/1/0/2/E/cape_florida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.pamperedkitchenchefaid.com/site/745900/uploaded/electric-skillet/electric-skillet-EG1500-200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pellegrinicleaning.com/maid%20service.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://pellegrinicleaning.com/maid%20service.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-1265644985193293106?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1265644985193293106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=1265644985193293106&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1265644985193293106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1265644985193293106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-3328396108844826195</id><published>2009-12-15T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:23:08.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;A Walk in Our Shoes     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twas the Night Before Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all through the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The creatures were stirring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, even the mouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We tried melatonin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And gave a hot bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asleep early for Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...an unlikely path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The children were finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All nestled in bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When visions of Christmas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ran through my OWN head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I get the right gift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The right color and style?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would there be a blank stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or even, maybe, a smile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends &amp;amp; family come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But they don't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pleasure he gets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just from bending his hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Just make him stop it," some say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Just tell him "no",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You must learn to be tough.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On, and on they do go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We smile and nod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because we know deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The debate is moot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let them all take a side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We know what it's like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To live with the spectrum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The struggles and triumphs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Achievements, regressions….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what some don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And what some don't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is the joy that we feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over simplicity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said "hello"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He ate something green!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He looked me in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He did not cause a scene!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He peed on the potty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who cares if he's ten;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He stopped saying the same thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again and again!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some others don't realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just how we can cope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How we bravely hang on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of our rope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what they don't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is the joy we can't hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When our children with autism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make the tiniest stride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We may look at others &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without the problems we face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With envy, with wonder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or even distaste,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What we want them to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's important to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that children with autism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bring simplicity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We don't get excited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over expensive things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We jump for joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the progress work brings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Children with autism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try so hard every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That they make us proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More than words can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They work even harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Than you or I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To achieve something small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To reach a star in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So to those who don't get it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or can't get a clue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take a walk in our shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'll assure you…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That even 10 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Into the walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll look at us all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With respect, even shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it is we go through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the next time you see us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can assure you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you won't say a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll be quiet and learn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like the years I learned too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the tables were turned.&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;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://utahmaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;utahmaks.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-3328396108844826195?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3328396108844826195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=3328396108844826195&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/3328396108844826195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/3328396108844826195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-6022277429509927934</id><published>2009-12-11T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:29:33.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Randomness for Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been trying to exercise more frequently. Let me just preempt that statement by saying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HATE TO EXERCISE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Really I do not enjoy it, especially in the winter when it is too cold to go outside. We acquired an elliptical machine a while back it has been helping a lot. I get very bored doing it though. I have finally discovered the secret to not getting bored while working out on it. Iron Chef! Have you watched this show? I can seriously go through my entire work out watching it and not even realize that I am exercising. It is just fast paced enough to keep my attention and you really don't have to hear every little word that is said, which is good because that machine is LOUD! Try it some time its awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't been cooking much. This is a big deal for me. I love to cook but lately I just feel burned out on it. The good thing is that when I have been cooking lately I have been making pretty big meals, so there are plenty of left overs that I can heat up for dinner another night. So that's nice for me because then I don't have to cook a real dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt; Vicious circle I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every year my neighborhood has a New Years party. We have all the adults in one house and all the kids are at my house with sitters. Yes this idea was thought up by yours truly! It is one of the most fun things we do all year. I am looking forward to that more than Christmas. Is that bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; So what do you do for New Years Eve?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly I was so close to telling off a couple of people this week simply because they seem to feel that driving laws don't apply to them. One lady almost cause a three car accident by crossing a road when she clearly did not have the right of way. Another was parked next to my car in the school parking lot, which isn't a bad thing accept that it was a no parking zone next to a handicap spot. Yeah the one with the bright yellow stripes across it so that people who have wheel chairs have room to get into their cars. Yeah that's right, she parked there with her engine running and her kids in the back seat so she could run into the school to pick up her other kid! I was so close to telling her off. Its a good thing I am such a non confrontational person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; REALLY I AM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; You don't believe me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well you obviously have never met me in person! I am sassy in private but a big chicken in person. Its sad really, you should pity me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone else out there find that they have more people to pray for since joining Facebook? Now that I am in contact with more of my old friends and acquaintances and they all post their problems and issues, I find that there are a lot more people to pray for. Our list of people that we include in our prayers has increased about ten times what it was before FB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; Weird huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People always make fun of me for moving within my own neighborhood. Why is this? I live in an entirely different house. I could see making fun of me if I had purchased a house that was exactly like our old one but this one is bigger and has completely different floor plan. Plus I have the best neighbors ever so why would I move away from them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously I do have the best neighbors ever, hands down they are way better than yours! We even get together for dessert night about every other month. Everyone brings something and we all just sit around and talk and ignore our kids while they destroy someones house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has anyone noticed how often I use the word &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? Or how often I use this symbol &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? I may have to start keeping count. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone have a great weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here are the tunes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I'm Alive- David Cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. When Doves Cry- Prince&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Love Etc.- Pet Shop Boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Porcelain- Better than Ezra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Pork and Beans- Weezer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Hell Yes- Beck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Dig- Incubus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. The Metro- Berlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Iris- Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Flightless Bird, American Mouth- Iron and Wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bonus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kings and Queens- 30 Seconds to Mars&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/1424785827808222087-6022277429509927934?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6022277429509927934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=6022277429509927934&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6022277429509927934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/6022277429509927934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-randomness-for-friday.html' title='Some Randomness for Friday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-3810963999352739241</id><published>2009-12-09T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:17:42.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/Sx_NZ-VlO4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1NyeZdwj38k/s1600-h/IMG_6897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/Sx_NZ-VlO4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1NyeZdwj38k/s400/IMG_6897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413271123236567938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-3810963999352739241?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3810963999352739241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=3810963999352739241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/3810963999352739241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/3810963999352739241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/wordless-wednesday_09.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/Sx_NZ-VlO4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1NyeZdwj38k/s72-c/IMG_6897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-162743369310374299</id><published>2009-12-07T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:40:36.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was really bummed the other day when I realized that I missed our Relief Society Christmas party. However they played a game that I don't think I would have been very good at. Everyone was suppose to write down something that no one knew about them and then they all guessed who it was. Not that I wouldn't have been able to guess some of them but I am an open book. I talk about&lt;b&gt; everything&lt;/b&gt;, and every one knows &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; about me. Five minutes with me and you will know &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; about my entire life. So I was trying to think of things that no one knows. So tell me if you knew this stuff....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was the first girl my husband every really kissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kissed more than 20 boys as a teenager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have moved 18 times in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The longest I have ever lived anywhere is 8 years. That was in the house we just sold last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was born a red head, and my grandmother thought I was the mail mans kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a walking recessive gene. Everyone else in my family has dark hair, and dark eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been almost every hair color there is, including green and orange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love dogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not consider myself a Utah Mormon even though I have lived here the majority of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I weigh more now that I did when I gave birth to my twins. (Not something I am proud of.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have driven to both coasts, in a car with no power steering, or cruise control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I paid $125 for my first car and repaired it with my own money and mostly with my own hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like mushrooms, but I cook with them pretty often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love ice cream, I could eat it for every meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate seafood, but I will eat canned tuna, as long as it pickles and miracle whip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I almost always have at least two pair of socks on in the winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the winter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never lived anywhere that is warm for more than 6 months of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New York is the coldest place I have ever lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to move to Orlando, or Phoenix just because they are warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't been to Disney Land since I was a kid, but I have been to Disney World twice in adulthood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate wearing black. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the smell of fingernail polish, I find it very relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't type more than 25 words a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister is one of my best friends, but it wasn't always that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a brother. I am always surprised that people don't know this. I guess I don't talk about him much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love meeting new people, but I am very bad at maintaining friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there you go, a few things about me that you may or may not have known. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What should I know about you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-162743369310374299?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/162743369310374299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=162743369310374299&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/162743369310374299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/162743369310374299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-4935076571111782280</id><published>2009-12-04T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:52:40.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I know I am going to be completely ridiculed for this but I really don't like Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There I said it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spend way too much money, we get too stressed out because of this and being over scheduled. December is just a very frustrating time for me. I don't even like Christmas music, too many years of listening to the easy listening station at work. I especially don't like that it has to start in October. There make fun if you like, but this is my blog and if I can't state my feelings than what's the point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(I do like getting presents though!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been so tired lately. I feel like I could lay down and take a nap at any given moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever feel like that? What do you do? Do you give in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate cleaning toilets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nuff said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I may have an ear infection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(sarcasm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am panicked about my child breaking something on my tree. Not because I care if she breaks any of my old ornaments, but because I don't want her to cut herself. As an autistic she has some rather obsessive tendencies and one of those is that once you say no to her about something she can't leave it alone. I have to keep reminding myself that there is nothing glass on my tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thus nothing she can hurt herself on. I had an actual nightmare about it the other day, it really freaked me out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you have anything on your Ipod (or other device) that you would never admit to having? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;.... yeah.... me neither.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Oh just curious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No news on The Bug yet, but we did go see the neurologist yesterday and had yet another EEG. So maybe it will tell us something different than what we already know. We did learn there is something called reading epilepsy. Seizures that are brought on by reading and other types of cognitive stress. Weird huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here are the tunes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. When Did Your Heart Go Missing- Rooney( Just kind of a fun song, reminds me of summer, probably because of the video.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Big Girls Don't Cry- Fergie (Milo you are so yummy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Rock Me Amadeus- Falco (Oh come on who doesn't love this song!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Only the Lonely- The Motels (Classic 80's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Makes Me Wonder- Maroon 5 (Love them!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Stone Cold Yesterday- Connells (Again just a classic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Paralyzer- Finger Eleven (One of my all time favorites!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Stay- Oingo Boingo (These guys will always remind me of my sophmore year!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. The Killing Moon- Echo and the Bunnymen (Best band name ever!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Here Comes Your Man- Pixies (Not my favorite of theirs but still good.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bonus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What Have You Done Now- Within Temptation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(If You're Wondering If I Want you to) I Want you to- Weezer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just Say Yes- Snow Patrol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1901- Phoenix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just Breathe- Pearl Jam&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-4935076571111782280?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4935076571111782280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=4935076571111782280&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4935076571111782280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/4935076571111782280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-friday.html' title='Random Friday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5082885163736299330</id><published>2009-12-02T07:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:07:30.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SxaCnrrCrhI/AAAAAAAAAeI/u1NIKnw4xGc/s1600-h/IMG_7731+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SxaCnrrCrhI/AAAAAAAAAeI/u1NIKnw4xGc/s400/IMG_7731+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410655620581994002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-5082885163736299330?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5082885163736299330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=5082885163736299330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5082885163736299330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5082885163736299330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SxaCnrrCrhI/AAAAAAAAAeI/u1NIKnw4xGc/s72-c/IMG_7731+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-1084342314964041735</id><published>2009-12-01T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:34:17.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been feeling very sorry for myself lately. I have a very hard time when the weather changes from bright, warm and sunny to dark, cold and cloudy. It affects my mood a lot. It affects the way I see things, and it is really hard for me not to just give in to the depression that follows. It doesn't help that things with the kids lately have been... difficult. It doesn't help that things with my health have been less than perfect lately. It doesn't help that the "spend like there is no tomorrow" season is upon us. I have a tendency to wallow about when things aren't going perfectly. I sort of sink into the mire of life and settle in for the winter. I have even temporarily given up my only real outlet, blogging. Then here I am at 5 am reading other people's blogs. Just for something to do, because sleep is alluding me once again. And I run into &lt;a href="http://wheredidiputthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-see-you.html"&gt;this on one of my favorite blogs. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I cried. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I feel like today, what I have felt like for quite a while now. It probably doesn't help that I haven't been exercising. It doesn't help that I have gained weight (seriously I had to go buy new pants people!) It doesn't help that I have had to clean up messes almost constantly, blood, urine, toys, you name I have cleaned it up lately. But that put it all in perspective. I will try to remember that there is a reason for what I am doing. There is a reason for all that happens, while I am doing what I am doing. I may not know exactly the reason right now, but some day I will and it will all make sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here I go, trying to do what I should, even if only He sees me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-1084342314964041735?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1084342314964041735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=1084342314964041735&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1084342314964041735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/1084342314964041735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankless.html' title='Thankless'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-8189001080906586064</id><published>2009-11-25T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:39:20.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/Sw1Pn5TWzwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/lT7snrSLpws/s1600/IMG_1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/Sw1Pn5TWzwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/lT7snrSLpws/s400/IMG_1157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408066274357333762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-8189001080906586064?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8189001080906586064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=8189001080906586064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8189001080906586064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/8189001080906586064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/wordless-wednesday_25.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/Sw1Pn5TWzwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/lT7snrSLpws/s72-c/IMG_1157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5198070246320553372</id><published>2009-11-24T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:11:55.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are a lot of things in my life that I complain about but deep down I really am grateful for. Like my family. I know I shouldn't complain about them, but sometimes I get into this kind of habit of listing their faults instead of saying how great they are. So I am stating this here and now. I have a spectacular family. I have beautiful and loving children that have been a tremendous blessing in my life. I have loving and giving parents that have always been a good example of how to show love to others through service. I married into an amazing family of smart strong people. And to top it all off, I have a truly amazing husband, who is a great father, a worthy priesthood holder, and wonderful provider for our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have some of the best people in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I live in a time when there is so much plenty. We have food at the touch of a button. I have never gone hungry, I have never suffered, I have never really wanted for anything in my life. I have been blessed with an abundance of knowledge in my life. I have been blessed with the opportunity of receiving an education. I have had wonderful examples of intelligent and gifted people who have influenced me to better myself. I live in a time when tiny babies can be kept alive that would have been put in a bed to die just a few years earlier. I owe a great debt to modern medical science. I live in a house with indoor plumbing. No cold walks to the out house for me. Now that is a miracle! I have electricity in my home that helps to keep me warm, cook my food,  and light my way in the dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of all I have been given the gift of life, and given the gift of choice to do with it what I will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am grateful for all of these things and so much more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you grateful for this holiday season?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-5198070246320553372?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5198070246320553372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=5198070246320553372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5198070246320553372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5198070246320553372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-7723225701449455216</id><published>2009-11-22T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:11:20.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Thoughts #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Doctrine and Covenants 122: 7 &amp;amp; 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div id="dc/122/7" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;And if thou shouldst be cast into the pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;, or into the hands of murderers, and the sentence of death passed upon thee; if thou be cast into the deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;; if the billowing surge conspire against thee; if fierce winds become thine enemy; if the heavens gather blackness, and all the elements combine to hedge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; up the way; and above all, if the very jaws of hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;shall gape open the mouth wide after thee, know thou, my son, that all these things shall give thee experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;, and shall be for thy good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="dc/122/8" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;of Man hath descended &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;below them all. Art thou greater than he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-7723225701449455216?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7723225701449455216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=7723225701449455216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7723225701449455216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/7723225701449455216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-thoughts-5.html' title='Sunday Thoughts #5'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-226265847190380085</id><published>2009-11-20T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T04:45:39.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness for Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zandland.com/2009/10/team-jacob-cross-stitch-twilight-new.html"&gt;Have you seen this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy crap people, I think this is taking it a little too far. I mean yes I have read the books (more than once), and yes I did see the first movie, and yes I will probably see the second. But don't you think this is a bit much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Just sayin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so looking forward to Thanksgiving. It is one of my favorite holidays. (This list does not include Christmas, go ahead and harass me about it if you must.) I love cooking and I love cooking big meals. It is actually something that I consider fun. Some people think I am crazy but it is something that I really enjoy. As much as my family all make each other crazy too, I really like it when we are all together. I am hosting ours this year and very much looking forward to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a week of blogger get togethers. I went to one yesterday, and going to one today. I am saving up for one big post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep posted! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(he he... I crack myself up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you watch&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlhHTdDqoBc"&gt; this show&lt;/a&gt;? If not you should. I need my weekly Sheldon fix. It makes me feel more normal. Same goes for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGXxhxwhpLY&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=1CA0261EF015D149&amp;amp;index=1"&gt;Dwight.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a book club that I started several years ago. Every time it's just the same five people. I have tried to get more people to come, but now I am thinking it's nice just keeping it small like it is. I wouldn't mind if others started coming, but it doesn't bother me any more like it used to. We don't spend the entire time talking about the book. Maybe if someone new came they would be irritated by that. We do a lot of chatting that is not about books. In fact every time we have one Emanhaud asks if we discussed the book at all. I tell him yes we did, for at least five minutes. He seems to find this very funny for some reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is 5:30am and I have been up since 4, so that is all I have the energy for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Here are the tunes...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From my favorites list this week:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. When Did Your Heart Go Missing- Rooney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Been Caught Stealing- Jane's Addiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. You Surround Me- Erasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Devil Inside- INXS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Geraldine- Glasvegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. So In Love- OMD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Tremble for My Beloved- Collective Soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. If Everyone Cared- Nickleback&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Satisfied- Squeeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Breathe- Anna Nalick&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1424785827808222087-226265847190380085?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/226265847190380085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=226265847190380085&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/226265847190380085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/226265847190380085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/randomness-for-friday.html' title='Randomness for Friday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-282686183578421949</id><published>2009-11-17T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:18:12.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It really Bugs me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have something I have been meaning to write about for some time now, but I was waiting until I actually had something to report. There is a little bit of back story first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SwMoguSIuwI/AAAAAAAAAdo/1AvF_V3eeSc/s1600/IMG_1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SwMoguSIuwI/AAAAAAAAAdo/1AvF_V3eeSc/s400/IMG_1125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405208520419752706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is The Bug...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is 11, cute huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SwMog_GzvLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mOWsYsfP7SY/s1600/Chloe5-27_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SwMog_GzvLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mOWsYsfP7SY/s400/Chloe5-27_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405208524935642290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how The Bug Started out is life. Not so cute! This is after her chest tube had been removed. That patch that is blocking you from seeing her face is holding in the tube that is making it so she can breath. The patches on her back are measuring her breathing and heart rate. She lived the first two months of her life in a plastic box, surrounded by tubes and wires. She weighed 1lb. 12oz. when she was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; This is not an easy thing to get over.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nor does it happen quickly. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are very lucky to have her. Blessed is the word we use. She and her sister are the best blessing we have ever received from our Heavenly Father. We are beyond flattered that he thought so much of us to entrust us with these amazing children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have a secret though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I get tired of fighting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have had a  lot of fighting lately. Not with The Bug, about The Bug. (Don't worry we are not fighting with each other. We are fighting with the school district.) About 2 years ago The Bug was put on a horrible seizure medication that made her regress to the level of about a 1st grader. This happened right in the middle of her 4th grade school year. Because seh started out the year already behind, that year we tried to get her held back, so she could learn the stuff she missed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were told NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next year we tried again to get her held back because she was SO far behind the other kids. We were told...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "It's not going to happen, stop trying".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; So we have been doing what we can to help her try to keep up with the kids her age. She was behind when she started, and has progressively fallen further and further behind as the school year has progressed. Next year she enters the seventh circle of Hell, better known as Junior High.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I am terrified. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not just because it is Junior High, not just because I don't want my baby to grow up. Anyone who knows me knows that I am more than willing to let my babies grow up. I have had 11 years of infancy for Heavens sake. This is not the problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am terrified because I will be releasing my child that has an IQ of around 80 and the social maturity of about a 4th grader into the HELL that is Junior High. I have felt for some time like my hands are tied as far as the choices we have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Well....Her teachers have finally caught on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her Resource teacher came to me the other day and said that the other 6th grade teachers approached her and stated that she should NOT be sent on to the next level. Someone actually asked me if I had thought of holding her back a year......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My response, you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Gigantic Pause!)&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SERIOUSLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (Said in complete frustration)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I just want to scream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long story short (too late!) we are having her tested for PDD-NOS which is a pervasive developmental delay, (like we don't already know that she has one) and are looking at putting her into what they call a learning center (a class for kids with behavioral issues). We have also had a very serious discussion with people from the district about holding her back next year. AND THEY ACTUALLY LISTENED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So as it stands right now we are waiting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to see what happens with our child. To see if people actually listen to us and realize that WE TOO have our child's best interests at heart. To see if we may have to go to more drastic measures, ie. home school..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YIKES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So as it stands right now we are... waiting... and testing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bottom line... change is coming. I will keep you updated as it happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cross your fingers for us... would you please?&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/1424785827808222087-282686183578421949?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/282686183578421949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=282686183578421949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/282686183578421949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/282686183578421949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-really-bugs-me.html' title='It really Bugs me'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/SwMoguSIuwI/AAAAAAAAAdo/1AvF_V3eeSc/s72-c/IMG_1125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424785827808222087.post-5086627623393410625</id><published>2009-11-13T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:02:48.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hawaiisunshine.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/sunshine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://www.hawaiisunshine.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/sunshine1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dear Sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Please don't go away again. I miss you too much when you are gone. I don't like the cold, I don't like winter for that matter. I would like to see you for at least a couple of hours every day. I would even be OK with those days that are frigid cold as long as I get to see you at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Love you and miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1424785827808222087-5086627623393410625?l=hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5086627623393410625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1424785827808222087&amp;postID=5086627623393410625&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5086627623393410625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1424785827808222087/posts/default/5086627623393410625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollandmomsarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/open-letter.html' title='An open letter...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042442483517362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FEgmTgvSkA/TOqMQORWuuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CKU7H5FyNZ4/S220/_MG_0841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
