<?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-8370076124692564711</id><updated>2011-12-31T14:11:57.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Says...</title><subtitle type='html'>"I've got places to go and people to see. Maybe I'll write about it. Maybe you'll read about it. Maybe we'll talk about it."  -SJ</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-8446492454358544629</id><published>2011-11-20T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T00:00:13.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My take on the AMA's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nicki Minaj is my favorite EVER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lP5xl6qYR8w/Tsnzvjpqs3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/TpnHTdlzf8Y/s1600/Nicki-Minaj-Performs-at-2011-AMAs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lP5xl6qYR8w/Tsnzvjpqs3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/TpnHTdlzf8Y/s320/Nicki-Minaj-Performs-at-2011-AMAs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Anthony dances with 20 clones of his ex-wife J-Lo while preforming with Pit Bull, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZrIO3VGqkg/Tsnz4OQpiuI/AAAAAAAAAko/wpwaWt4FsUU/s1600/imagesllll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZrIO3VGqkg/Tsnz4OQpiuI/AAAAAAAAAko/wpwaWt4FsUU/s1600/imagesllll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;who just moments before 'performed' with J-Lo her self... kinda awkward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgb8vp-yvY4/Tsn0DMf7QxI/AAAAAAAAAkw/J91fCsk4qDA/s1600/Jennifer-Lopez-Performs-at-AMAs-7-400x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgb8vp-yvY4/Tsn0DMf7QxI/AAAAAAAAAkw/J91fCsk4qDA/s320/Jennifer-Lopez-Performs-at-AMAs-7-400x300.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry looks like Mrs Jetson's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cH57ULQTqII/Tsn0MlwX3II/AAAAAAAAAk4/7sL5VnN2dEc/s1600/katy-perry-amas-2011-stage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cH57ULQTqII/Tsn0MlwX3II/AAAAAAAAAk4/7sL5VnN2dEc/s320/katy-perry-amas-2011-stage.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNkMnBC_sRY/Tsn0SMT9QjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8TCy7YxnosQ/s1600/Jane_Jetson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNkMnBC_sRY/Tsn0SMT9QjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8TCy7YxnosQ/s320/Jane_Jetson.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J Blige is old and boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gnvUiqFRBMc/Tsn01i1ay4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/GUex_pMo2_w/s1600/indexnnn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gnvUiqFRBMc/Tsn01i1ay4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/GUex_pMo2_w/s1600/indexnnn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to low celebrity attendance, T Swift and Selena Gomez received more than their fair share of screen time&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_KnQO0L_dQ/Tsn1UAktqoI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/nuTzYQOivZs/s1600/oTYNfT8fBts_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_KnQO0L_dQ/Tsn1UAktqoI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/nuTzYQOivZs/s1600/oTYNfT8fBts_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Minnillo randomly pops in and gives us an update on how things are going back stage... RANDOM(poorly produced show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake is hot, but I will always see him as the boy from Degrassi that is in a wheel chair... and sometimes he sounds so much like my boy Weezy that it blows my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Le9iysQD8bM/Tsn1vwWvXYI/AAAAAAAAAlY/FK7t85bBKrY/s1600/drakej-amas-2011-stage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Le9iysQD8bM/Tsn1vwWvXYI/AAAAAAAAAlY/FK7t85bBKrY/s320/drakej-amas-2011-stage.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ9tjmlTBLU/Tsn17NUhqII/AAAAAAAAAlg/7tzzjCloP3g/s1600/Jimmy_Season_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ9tjmlTBLU/Tsn17NUhqII/AAAAAAAAAlg/7tzzjCloP3g/s320/Jimmy_Season_5.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then J Biebs was shufflin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_rZUkwY0ylQ/Tsn2gt2WrqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/uDwvbT7mAHk/s1600/justin-bieber-lmfao-getty-amas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_rZUkwY0ylQ/Tsn2gt2WrqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/uDwvbT7mAHk/s320/justin-bieber-lmfao-getty-amas.jpg" width="266" /&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/8370076124692564711-8446492454358544629?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/8446492454358544629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=8446492454358544629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8446492454358544629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8446492454358544629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-take-on-amas.html' title='My take on the AMA&apos;s'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lP5xl6qYR8w/Tsnzvjpqs3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/TpnHTdlzf8Y/s72-c/Nicki-Minaj-Performs-at-2011-AMAs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-6309275721060445637</id><published>2011-10-22T00:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T00:58:59.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not all fun and games... ok yes it is!</title><content type='html'>The National Conference was a blast! We got to listen to some amazing speakers, network with our peers and seasoned professionals, and learn new things, but it wasn't all fun and games....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had do to some hard things while we were there also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like... GOING TO DISNEY WORLD and UNIVERSAL STUDIOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday evening after we had enjoyed a nice long day of conference sessions, we headed over to Disney World for Mickey's Not So Spooky Halloween. I got to meet some industry professionals there as well, they go by the names of Maleficent, Captain Hook, and The Evil Queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/LN6TkvV16GQ/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LN6TkvV16GQ?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LN6TkvV16GQ?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Thursday after the conference had finished, we were able to spend the day at Universal Studios and Universal Studios: Island of Adventure, which of course includes The Wizarding World of Harry Potter!!! It was pretty much the coolest place ever. If I could, I would live there. ... Oops... I think I just showed my inner nerd. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdIBAsMEWZU/TqJb9o4fuOI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vD73lzVNJTo/s1600/297568_10150881792505414_647460413_21437969_1499904343_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdIBAsMEWZU/TqJb9o4fuOI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vD73lzVNJTo/s640/297568_10150881792505414_647460413_21437969_1499904343_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hear what some of the other students have to say about our trip &lt;a href="http://www.marshallsanders.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://henrycervera.wordpress.com/2011/10/21/firstsessionprssanc/"&gt;HERE &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/8370076124692564711-6309275721060445637?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/6309275721060445637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=6309275721060445637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/6309275721060445637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/6309275721060445637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-not-all-fun-and-games-ok-yes-it-is.html' title='It&apos;s not all fun and games... ok yes it is!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdIBAsMEWZU/TqJb9o4fuOI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vD73lzVNJTo/s72-c/297568_10150881792505414_647460413_21437969_1499904343_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-6946722026182107008</id><published>2011-10-20T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T20:31:44.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Learned at PRSSANC</title><content type='html'>My friend Cori did a&lt;a href="http://corifox.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-i-learned-at-prssa-conference-d-if.html#comments"&gt; post about all the little things she learned&lt;/a&gt;, and I enjoyed it so much that I decided to copy her! ( Love you girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emotional Intelligence includes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1-Self Awareness (self control, trustworthyness, adaptability)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2-Self Regulation (achievement, commitment, interactivity, ability to manage time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3-Empathy(understanding and developing others, service orientation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4- Social Skills( influence, communication, leadership, catalyst for change)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be the windshield &amp;amp; never the bug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When developing a message nationally as well as internationally it is important to LISTEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...tap local expertise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...observe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...look for connections one marekt at a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...get curious about the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...gain experience and insite now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...remain open to the destination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NEVER let someone else tell your bad news!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When working in the business of Sports PR remember to be knowledgeable but NOT A SUPER FAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ABC's for Crisis Communication&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A-Acknowledge the problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B-Bridge to the solution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C- Clearly communicate your plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...always say SOMETHING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...be Honest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always be PROACTIVE as well as REACTIVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When being Creative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Don't force it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Be creative but keep your target audience in mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Feed the brain, then rest it before creating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What makes something creative?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--Risk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--Relevance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--Impact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--Originality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it! And these are only a few of the amazing pieces of advice that we picked up at the conference. It was an experience well worth the money and time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBMRc4HbBJw/TqDZcilBJEI/AAAAAAAAAj8/lj9wM88FrUw/s1600/C360_2011-10-1509-11-16_org.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBMRc4HbBJw/TqDZcilBJEI/AAAAAAAAAj8/lj9wM88FrUw/s640/C360_2011-10-1509-11-16_org.jpg" width="640" /&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/8370076124692564711-6946722026182107008?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/6946722026182107008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=6946722026182107008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/6946722026182107008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/6946722026182107008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-i-learned-at-prssanc.html' title='What I Learned at PRSSANC'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBMRc4HbBJw/TqDZcilBJEI/AAAAAAAAAj8/lj9wM88FrUw/s72-c/C360_2011-10-1509-11-16_org.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-833005616079965483</id><published>2011-10-20T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T20:02:22.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PRSSANC</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of the PRSSA(Public Relations Student Society of American) National Conference! We started the day listening to a great presentation about Emptional Intelligence given by Dr Timothy Howard (&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/ProfessorPR"&gt;@ProfessorPR&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aph2RrJvlMU/TqDSWxlz4fI/AAAAAAAAAjk/FTvdfmXFKdU/s1600/IMAG1157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aph2RrJvlMU/TqDSWxlz4fI/AAAAAAAAAjk/FTvdfmXFKdU/s320/IMAG1157.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, we attended some breakout sessions that were student lead, where we picked up some fun ideas that we can implement in our chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final event for the evening was a Brazilian Carnival, complete with masquerade masks for everyone and guys dancing on stilts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8MXJCspjE0/TqDSXuEGY4I/AAAAAAAAAjs/DlUGWJ7v4rg/s1600/IMAG1165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8MXJCspjE0/TqDSXuEGY4I/AAAAAAAAAjs/DlUGWJ7v4rg/s320/IMAG1165.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cAwb5dLKnKA/TqDSbaUUDpI/AAAAAAAAAj0/aX2tHndjwXQ/s1600/IMAG1163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cAwb5dLKnKA/TqDSbaUUDpI/AAAAAAAAAj0/aX2tHndjwXQ/s320/IMAG1163.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great start to the conference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-833005616079965483?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/833005616079965483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=833005616079965483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/833005616079965483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/833005616079965483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/10/prssanc.html' title='PRSSANC'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aph2RrJvlMU/TqDSWxlz4fI/AAAAAAAAAjk/FTvdfmXFKdU/s72-c/IMAG1157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-9062493273998544579</id><published>2011-09-20T21:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:54:52.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Stephen's Cancer</title><content type='html'>Email copied from my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Friends and Family-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ecxgmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you know that Stephen had his PET Scan and Bone Marrow  Biopsy last week.&amp;nbsp; We met with the doctors today to get the results.&amp;nbsp;  The bone marrow is great with no sign of cancer.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately his PET  scan showed that his cancer has started growing again.&amp;nbsp; An area in his  abdomen that had one small spot of cancer in it, has grown to several 1  inch tumors.&amp;nbsp; Another area, near his heart, had a 1 inch tumor before  and it is still there and is slightly larger now.&amp;nbsp; Since the cancer is  actively growing they have to change the treatment.&amp;nbsp; Radiation is used  only as a clean up procedure after the chemo appears to have killed all  the cancer cells.&amp;nbsp; Given that, the next stage of treatment is a chemo  therapy called ICE.&amp;nbsp; It is given every 3 weeks and it takes 3 days to  give a treatment.&amp;nbsp; He is going to have 3 of these treatments.&amp;nbsp; He will  start around the first week of October.&amp;nbsp; Following these 3 treatments he  will be hospitalized for a stem cell transplant.&amp;nbsp; This will be done at  LDS hospital.&amp;nbsp; They will harvest and freeze stem cells first.&amp;nbsp; Then in  the hospital they give massive amounts of chemo and kill the immune  system.&amp;nbsp; Then a few days following that they start introducing your stem  cells back into your body.&amp;nbsp; Then they wait and let the immune system  regenerate itself.,&amp;nbsp; He will have to be hospitalized for about a month.&amp;nbsp;  Something kind of interesting is he will have to get all his childhood  immunizations again.&amp;nbsp; After the release him from the hospital&amp;nbsp;the doctor  said to plan on another 100 days of recovery.&amp;nbsp; Sometime after the stem  cell transplant he will probably have some radiation as well.&amp;nbsp; That is  as much as we know for now.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure we will understand it a lot better  as we get more information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is still a battle he will win but it is going to be longer and  harder than we had hoped for.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for your prayers and support.&amp;nbsp;  Stephen says he can handle it and he doesn't want anyone crying or  feeling bad for him.&amp;nbsp; (ha ha - like that is going to happen!&amp;nbsp; I  already&amp;nbsp;broke that rule!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please keep my little brother in your prayers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-9062493273998544579?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/9062493273998544579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=9062493273998544579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/9062493273998544579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/9062493273998544579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/09/update-on-stephens-cancer.html' title='Update on Stephen&apos;s Cancer'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-826684754236661335</id><published>2011-04-12T19:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:37:46.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just stopping in for a quick update! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen will be having his third chemo treatment this Friday. He is doing pretty well all things considered. After his chemo treatments, he is usually sick for about 4 days, but then he bounces back pretty quickly. He still hasn't lost any hair, so we are guessing that he probably wont be losing his hair. Or at least hoping I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is back on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=550855970"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; and has a cell phone again so be sure to say hi to him. He just kinda hangs out at home for the most part, and would love for people to say hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-826684754236661335?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/826684754236661335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=826684754236661335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/826684754236661335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/826684754236661335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-stopping-in-for-quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-6624842578685125153</id><published>2011-03-21T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:07:25.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Liddle Brudder Stephen...</title><content type='html'>I know I only blogged about GETTING to Argentina, and that was like two weeks ago... but I promise someday I will get around to finishing the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I stopped blogging so abruptly, is because a few days after my last post my world was kinda turned upside down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received a call from Stephens mission president telling us that he was sick and that they would be doing some medical tests to find out what the problem was. After about a week of him being poked and prodded in every way possible, his mission president decided he needed to come home for the rest of his testing. This was because they had eliminated almost all of the small problems and whatever he had was something that would need long term treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later we were on a plane back to Utah! We went to church Sunday morning to say our goodbyes, Sunday night we were on the plane, and Monday morning we arrived in Salt Lake. Later that same day Stephen flew in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mission president was the CEO of IHC before retiring to serve a mission, so he used all his connections and had a Dr appointment set up for Stephen the very next day. After a slew of other test his Dr decided he needed to take out a lymph node to determine what was wrong, although he already had his suspicions which we were aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning they took two lymph nodes out of his neck, one the size of your thumb and another about 3 times that size. Lymph nodes are supposed to be microscopic… just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen got home from his surgery at about 12:30 and at 12:45 his Dr called asking him to come back to the hospital. They had put a rush on his labs and had the results as well as CAT scan results from the previous day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was diagnosed with Classic Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and they took him immediately down to start a chemo treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… that would explain my absence from the blogosphere. I WILL be finishing my world traveling stories soon, but they will now be tainted with cancer stories as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Life… How quickly you can chance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-6624842578685125153?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/6624842578685125153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=6624842578685125153&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/6624842578685125153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/6624842578685125153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-liddle-brudder-stephen.html' title='My Liddle Brudder Stephen...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-449217287336901288</id><published>2011-03-08T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:47:15.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Now What...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gee... Now that I am done with my Blog Challenge I just can't seem to think of anything to blog about. So much is going on but I don't feel like any of it should be shared at the moment. Life.Is.Hard.&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 guess I can go back to a week ago and tell you all about our trip to Argentina or as it is known by so many expats in Chile, The Visa Run!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE VISA RUN PART #1: Getting There&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basically anyone can come to Chile if you have a valid US passport, but you have to pay a $140 entrance fee when you arrive. That entrance fee is good for as long as your passport is valid (10 years), but you only get a three month visa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those of us living in Chile on tourist visas, that means we either have to leave the country every 90 days OR pay $100 to the Chilean Consulate to get a new 90 day visa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since there are 6 of us here right now, my parents decided they wanted to spend our $600 on a trip across the border instead of just handing it over to the consulate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad booked us 6 round trip tickets on a double decker 'luxury' bus and I booked us a hotel room and the next day, we were off! AT 6:00 IN THE MORNING!!! UG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not a morning person as you all know, so when we left our apartment at 6:00am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get on a public transportation bus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that would take us to the metro station, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where we caught a metro train, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that would take us to the U of Santiago International Bus Terminal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where we would catch our bus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was not very awake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YFwfuR5rstU/TXb3__4EtYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/NPCz4dW58V8/s1600/IMG_2384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YFwfuR5rstU/TXb3__4EtYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/NPCz4dW58V8/s400/IMG_2384.JPG" width="400" /&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;I actually fell asleep on the subway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we arrived at the bus terminal, we were informed that our bus had been in an accident and that we were going to be loaded into vans in order to get to Argentina. Boooo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After waiting around for a couple hours a bus magically arrived for us to get on! But then there was another problem! The man at the ticket counter told my dad he didn’t need to print off our tickets because my dad had a copy of them on his blackberry. The bus driver however insisted that we had paper tickets to board the bus. Mind you it was still bright and early and I was still tired and cranky. My dad went back and forth talking to the ticket counter and then back to the bus driver for a good fifteen minutes, all the while I was giving the dude -who wouldn’t let me on the bus to my cushy seat where I could sleep- the dirtiest look I could possibly muster! It didn’t help… at least I don’t think it did but it made me feel better. Lucky for him my Spanish skills aren’t too sharp when I am half asleep, but if he spoke English, boy would he have gotten a mouthful from me. JUST LET ME SIT IN MY FREAKING SEAT ON THE WARM BUS WHILE YOU RESOLVE THE PROBLEM!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we got on the bus and hit the road, they started a movie for everyone’s viewing enjoyment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What movie you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well obviously a family friendly appropriate for all ages and to be watched in a public-ish place movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE HANGOVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mikemet.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/the-hangover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="http://www.mikemet.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/the-hangover.jpg" width="207" /&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;Yeah… Good times. Watching The Hangover with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. Ha. Luckily we all slept for the first big part of the drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hear there were some pretty crazy switchbacks and what not driving up through the Andes. I will just have to take everyone’s word for that and refer to the pictures. It is probably a good thing I was asleep otherwise there would be two possible outcomes… Sarah gets sick, or Sarah freaks out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3F4xZK0_Uqg/TXb2157cikI/AAAAAAAAAgU/8DWOizM-4OA/s1600/IMG_2396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3F4xZK0_Uqg/TXb2157cikI/AAAAAAAAAgU/8DWOizM-4OA/s400/IMG_2396.JPG" width="400" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Fa8z587e4bM/TXb286iLrNI/AAAAAAAAAgc/y2Ojlsz65xk/s1600/IMG_2421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Fa8z587e4bM/TXb286iLrNI/AAAAAAAAAgc/y2Ojlsz65xk/s400/IMG_2421.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;After a few hours(I have no idea how many because I was sleeping) we arrived at the border. The bus pulled up into a big hanger and everyone got off. We had to go through two lines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One to declare that we were leaving the country of Chile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And another to declare that we were entering Argentina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then had all our bags searched to make sure we weren’t moving drugs or anything like that and we were able to load back on the busses, at which point they started another ‘R’ rated movie for us to all watch on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went back to sleep!&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 class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-449217287336901288?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/449217287336901288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=449217287336901288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/449217287336901288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/449217287336901288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-now-what.html' title='So, Now What...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YFwfuR5rstU/TXb3__4EtYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/NPCz4dW58V8/s72-c/IMG_2384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-24413014799336825</id><published>2011-03-05T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:18:48.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Cheesin...</title><content type='html'>This makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J3twYnVIbyo?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Love Swimmer Boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-24413014799336825?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/24413014799336825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=24413014799336825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/24413014799336825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/24413014799336825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-cheesin.html' title='Just Cheesin...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/J3twYnVIbyo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-5237166747410742665</id><published>2011-03-01T11:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:11:29.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>49 Days Later...</title><content type='html'>I said I would do it! No I didn't do it in 30 days, but at least I finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 – A photograph of youself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Kou2q-216Fc/TW0-nRQx6rI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sTBkzU9Owrs/s1600/Meee+colage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Kou2q-216Fc/TW0-nRQx6rI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sTBkzU9Owrs/s640/Meee+colage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is! Me. Today. Yes it is 3:45 pm.. And Yes my hair is wet and I don't have any make ups on yet. And Yes that is because I just got out of the shower! I thought about putting on makeup to take this picture for the last day of my blog post, but then I decided it is to hot today for makeup! Besides, most of you have seen me looking like this in person already so whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me 49 days to finish this (suppose to be 30 day) blog challenge... Wow. A lot has happened. Most of it has been good. I am actually having a hard time remembering everything already. Good thing I blogged about it so I won't forget forever ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the best things that happened was me getting to visit friend and family in Chile. We had so much fun together and I am ever impressed at how happy and loving these people are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Fa_DNnMQKA4/TW0_v-4ceWI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Lxa2ygXn8G8/s1600/DSC00262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Fa_DNnMQKA4/TW0_v-4ceWI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Lxa2ygXn8G8/s400/DSC00262.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Another great thing, which is really lots of things, is the fact that I have been able to see so many amazing sites here in Chile. From sites here in Santiago, to traveling south to Chillan, Concepcion, and Pucon, and even heading over the Andes to visit Argentina. What an amazing experience it has all been! Not many people can say they had the opportunitie to do all those things. So Cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nT_I-40sSuI/TW1A3cbTOII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ndbLGKXybMk/s1600/IMGP4569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nT_I-40sSuI/TW1A3cbTOII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ndbLGKXybMk/s400/IMGP4569.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And last but not least is that on top of getting to do all these things, I am getting to do them with my family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-W7Vjp7PBosc/TW1Ax78kb1I/AAAAAAAAAgM/KFSUUwCAmDA/s1600/DSC00086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-W7Vjp7PBosc/TW1Ax78kb1I/AAAAAAAAAgM/KFSUUwCAmDA/s400/DSC00086.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿AND I FINISHED THIS FREAKING CHALLANGE!!! I THINK I DESERVE AN AWARD OF SOME KIND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-5237166747410742665?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/5237166747410742665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=5237166747410742665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/5237166747410742665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/5237166747410742665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/03/49-days-later.html' title='49 Days Later...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Kou2q-216Fc/TW0-nRQx6rI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sTBkzU9Owrs/s72-c/Meee+colage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-5075946253861018540</id><published>2011-02-25T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T19:43:00.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mani-Pedi-Massage Combo PRONTO!...</title><content type='html'>Excuse me while I pat myself on the back... I have already filed my taxes for the year AND finished my FAFSA for student aide this fall! These are two things I DREAD doing! Yea me for already having them done!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 29 – Something you could never get tired of doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Is it just me, or is this Blog Challenge getting a little repetitive? I feel like I have already responded to this prompt... Oh well. I will just go with a more light hearted answer this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I could never get tired of doing? Going out with my any of my girls and getting mani-pedi combos after a long day of shopping! Never gets old. We may have to add a massage into that combo every once in a while just to keep things fresh, but still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I could never get sick of is design! If I could I would re design and then re decorate every room in every house of every person I know! Obviously they would need to fork over some big bucks so I could do it right, but hey.&lt;br /&gt;Going to Jazz games was close to making this list, but I am not so sure if I could handle going to game after game and watching them lose. Ok, ok, maybe I should have a little more confidence in the guys, but really? First Jerry leaves, and then two weeks later they trade D-Will for two average players, two future draft picks, and $3 million dollars. ...That really doesn't instill confidence in a person. I will give them a chance to prove to me that someone in the front office knows what they are doing, and they just might get officially put on this list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vaca Day 6- More Traveling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning we hit the road again and headed back to Santiago, but not before a lengthy and tearful good bye. We got up around 9:00 AM and had a leisurely breakfast before packing up the van. After spending about 20 minutes hugging and kissing everyone good bye and then doing it all over again and taking pictures with people, we were off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove for a couple hours before stopping in the city of Chillan (pronounced like Chi-Jon ... with a softish J .. remember the LL makes a different noise than just one L). Chillan was one of the cities that was hurt the most during the earthquake last year. There were signs of repair all over the city. Almost a full year later and buildings were still in repair or being cleaned up. My dad told me there was a prison that had fallen apart during the earthquake and most of the inmates escaped. Luckily they were able to track them all down, but not without them causing a few problems before being rounded up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FiJRUkKtaJE/TWhoP4IG1xI/AAAAAAAAAgA/WIgaFuSzaOg/s1600/DSC00001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FiJRUkKtaJE/TWhoP4IG1xI/AAAAAAAAAgA/WIgaFuSzaOg/s400/DSC00001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Karl the Melon... aka Karl Mel&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;ò&lt;/span&gt;n&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We drove around for a few minutes and then headed over to the Central Mercado... central market. Part of this market was full of touristy knick-knacks and trinkets, and the other half was full of fruits, vegetables, spices, grains, etc... It was all very interesting and colorful. We decided to get some fresh fruit to eat as part of our lunch on the way home, so we set out to look for some raspberries and grapes. While my mom purchased some grapes, I wandered around to find my raspberries. After finding them I waved my dad over to tell me how much they were and to do the purchasing. The sign said they cost $1500.00 CLP which is around $3.00 USD, but I wasn't sure how many raspberries it was for. Upon asking, my dad informed us that that was the price for the whole flat of raspberries!!! THEY WERE DELICIOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8SJnLgOV_Yw/TWhnma2Di1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/n4u6XlwZzmk/s1600/IMG_2238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8SJnLgOV_Yw/TWhnma2Di1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/n4u6XlwZzmk/s400/IMG_2238.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6ch69s4qyhY/TWhnqCFgEUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/rt4cvItUk2U/s1600/IMG_2236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6ch69s4qyhY/TWhnqCFgEUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/rt4cvItUk2U/s400/IMG_2236.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we got back in the car, we decided to get some empanadas or humitas for lunch and headed to the side of the market that had more cooked food. While we were walking around looking for food, a man walked past me and nearly hit me with something… I had to take a second look at what he was carrying and what he almost hit me with before it registered in my head… IT WAS A PIG!!! A big dead pig! And he almost knocked me over with it! It’s nasty little pig hoof nearly touched me! EW EW EW EW EW!!! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rFuBhkLkGsM/TWhnZabY4xI/AAAAAAAAAf0/b8mPrflY1R8/s1600/DSC00007+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rFuBhkLkGsM/TWhnZabY4xI/AAAAAAAAAf0/b8mPrflY1R8/s640/DSC00007+%25282%2529.JPG" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After our adventure filled stop in Chillan, the rest of the drive went by quickly and we were back home in Santiago in no time. When we got home it felt SO nice to be back home… and then I realized that I had referred to our apartment here as HOME… It was super weird! I think I am ‘home confused!’ Some days when I am out and about and feeling tired I think to myself that I want to go home… referring to our apartment. Other times when I am just tired of being in Chile, I think to myself that I want to go home referring to Utah… Then I think about the fact that I have no residence in Utah to call mine… Hmmm… The life of a homeless person. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we are going to Argentina early tomorrow morning for a couple days. We are here in Chile on tourist visas, which are only good for three months. My visa is good for a few more weeks, but the rest of my families are expiring this week so we have to leave the country and then when we come back the next day we can all renew them. Ha. I feel like such a vagabond sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-5075946253861018540?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/5075946253861018540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=5075946253861018540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/5075946253861018540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/5075946253861018540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/02/mani-pedi-massage-combo-pronto.html' title='Mani-Pedi-Massage Combo PRONTO!...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FiJRUkKtaJE/TWhoP4IG1xI/AAAAAAAAAgA/WIgaFuSzaOg/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-8291656235081621137</id><published>2011-02-22T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:35:15.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If the Car HAS to Break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 28 – Your favorite movie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here we go again with that word that I don't like... FAVORITE. I am too indecisive for words like that, so I will instead show you SOME of my favoriteS when it comes to movies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviegoods.com/Assets/product_images/1020/205207.1020.A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://www.moviegoods.com/Assets/product_images/1020/205207.1020.A.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Lion King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIncWtnHLoE/TR3tEL2d8-I/AAAAAAAABl8/qzs6vJkdwLs/s1600/The+Lion+King.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIncWtnHLoE/TR3tEL2d8-I/AAAAAAAABl8/qzs6vJkdwLs/s320/The+Lion+King.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.whatsontv.co.uk/movietalk/files/2009/01/pineapple-express_dvd_3d1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://blogs.whatsontv.co.uk/movietalk/files/2009/01/pineapple-express_dvd_3d1.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anchor Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.cnet.com/i/bto/20070828/anchorman_270x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://news.cnet.com/i/bto/20070828/anchorman_270x400.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.currentfilm.com/images6/beautyandthebeastdvdcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://www.currentfilm.com/images6/beautyandthebeastdvdcover.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laserdisken.dk/billeder/forsidealm/44643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://www.laserdisken.dk/billeder/forsidealm/44643.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… ok this could easily turn into a very long list, but I will stop it right here. Just know that this is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to my favorite movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vaca Day 5- Car Problems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned to wake up bright and early Friday morning so we could get a lot of fun stuff in that day! Bright and early turned into around 10:00 am, partially because some of us had been out so late the night before. The plan was to leave and head to down town Pucon to do some shopping before hitting the road. We were also planning on stopping at a few sites on the way home, like Salto de Laja. Those were the plans, and as plans go, things changed.&lt;br /&gt;We left the cabin around noon and had driven for less than five minutes when problems arouse. The previous night, while Jared was driving us home at 4:30AM, he scraped the bottom of the car on a rock that was in the middle of the dirt road leading to the cabin. The rock was hard to see, it was a mistake anyone could have made, and we all dismissed it just as easily. That stupid little rock seemed to have done some damage to the car they were driving, and it was overheating.&lt;br /&gt;After stopping for about 20 minutes and trying to figure out what was wrong, I remembered hearing a slight hissing noise from the car after we had parked it that night. I suggested that he may have punctured the coolant system or something like that. Regardless of what the problem was, the car couldn’t be driven for more than 5 minutes without needing to stop and cool off again. We moved the baby and mama into our car that had the AC pumping full blast and tried our best to get the other car to a mechanic. After about 45 minutes of driving a few miles and stopping again, we decided that the van should drive ahead, find a mechanic, and get lunch for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;We quickly found a mechanic and not long after, the overheating car pulled in to town. The mechanic said that he would gladly look at the car, but he would have to wait at least an hour for the engine to cool down enough for him to be able to touch it. Luckily we stopped in a city called Villarrica, where there is yet another gorgeous lake. In two shifts, we were all shuttled down to the lake in the van and camped out under a nice big tree in the shade. A few people headed to the grocery store for lunch supplies while the rest of us waited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_1wea5Dzjk/TWRitQN3Z2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/iHaSe3ySuaU/s1600/DSC00288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_1wea5Dzjk/TWRitQN3Z2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/iHaSe3ySuaU/s400/DSC00288.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After a lunch of chips, sandwiches, and sodas, we were all starting to get a little bored. Jared had the idea for us to go out on some paddle boats… the kind that you peddle with your feet and it turns some thingy… I don’t know what they are really called. Jennie, Carla, and Chrystel and I were on one boat, and Jared, Kote, Nate, and Josh were on the other. Those boats are harder to peddle than you thing! Our legs were killing us! After we got out to the middle of the lake, Jared, Nate, and Josh all decided to strip down and jump in the water. It looked like it felt so nice, but there was no way I was going to ride 4 more hours home in wet clothes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl46L3i8Bos/TWRjDBg08iI/AAAAAAAAAfs/cI_LkAdXGv4/s1600/DSC00297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl46L3i8Bos/TWRjDBg08iI/AAAAAAAAAfs/cI_LkAdXGv4/s400/DSC00297.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;About 20 minutes after we made it back to shore, Jared got a call from the mechanic and guess who was right?! Yup, I had guessed what the problem was. Luckily it was only like a $10.00 repair and we were back on the road!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1lFrqxjhGL0/TWRi5DTgtMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/P6fUEd5MkxU/s1600/DSC00291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1lFrqxjhGL0/TWRi5DTgtMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/P6fUEd5MkxU/s400/DSC00291.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Because of our nearly 4 hour layover in Villarrica, we didn’t get to stop at the Salto de Laja. I have been there before so I wasn’t tooooo disappointed, but I really wanted Nate, Jennie, and Josh to be able to see it. Oh well.. There is always next time I guess. &lt;/div&gt;We got home around midnight and all went straight to bed. It had been a LOOONG day in the sun for all of use and we were worn out after the fun vacation. I think I was more mentally worn out than physically. I can’t even begin to describe how mentally exhausting it is to speak in two different languages! The brain power it takes to switch back and forth is amazing, and the fact that I have to think so hard to speak Spanish really doesn’t help with the mental exhaustion. I think if our trip had been one day longer, I may have had a mental break down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-8291656235081621137?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/8291656235081621137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=8291656235081621137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8291656235081621137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8291656235081621137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-car-has-to-break.html' title='If the Car HAS to Break...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIncWtnHLoE/TR3tEL2d8-I/AAAAAAAABl8/qzs6vJkdwLs/s72-c/The+Lion+King.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-2972509325750443074</id><published>2011-02-22T08:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:05:58.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partaaaayyyy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;** This blog post was started like 3ish days ago.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are ever planning on taking a long walk through the city, DON'T WEAR FLIP FLOPS!!! While on our walk, I got in some prime people watching and found out where the US Embassy is! It is probably a good thing to know in case of an emergency!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 – A picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;This is difficult! Apparently I don’t have any pictures of me 1 year ago… I guess I will just have to go with LAST year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIMnicsmICo/TWP5MYuVOTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/jAwPv1F_egE/s1600/downsized_0328001842.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIMnicsmICo/TWP5MYuVOTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/jAwPv1F_egE/s400/downsized_0328001842.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… here it is… a picture from earlyish last year so it is ALMOST a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;How have I changed since last yearish? WOW… That is a nearly endless list… Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I use to live in Utah. I know live in Santiago, Chile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My family use to live in Alpine (where this picture was taken). They now live between Cottonwood Heights and Santiago, Chile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I use to have a dog named Kodah. I had to give him away because of all the moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I use to have gorgeous curlyish long hair. I cut it and loved it, but want it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I use to be a full time student/part time employee. I am now a part time student/full time relaxation expert ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I use to have a car that I could take anywhere I wanted. I now use public transit. (Only temporarily thank goodness! My car is waiting for me in the US)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I use to not speak Spanish very well. …Who am I kidding! I still don’t speak Spanish very well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the list could go on and on and on… But I will spare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaca Day 4- Caburgua &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;This day started off nicely… by sleeping in!!! Josh insisted on waking up at the crack of dawn to go fishing, and my Dad, Jared, and Kote went as well. I am not quite sure why, but Josh is obsessed with fishing! The whole drive down, every time he would see a lake or a river he would ask, ‘Dad are we going fishing on THAT river/lake?’ Ha. Such a funny little kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;After they got home, we made lunch and then asked everyone what they wanted to do. The majority said they wanted to go see The Ojos de Caburgua (The Eyes of Caburgua). I had no idea what there was to do around so I was good with going anywhere. Apparently the lake by Caburgua has no inlets; the water seeps up from the ground under the lake! The ojos are the two places that the water leaves the lake. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;**I think. I could have understood that wrong.**&lt;/span&gt; We were able to drive almost all the way to see this beautiful place. We had to hike down a little dirt path for a minute or two to get to them, but it was easy enough that everyone was able to make it down, including the baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_MDZIkpwSU/TWP5al2V7eI/AAAAAAAAAfM/X2wD4fnk2zU/s1600/DSC00158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_MDZIkpwSU/TWP5al2V7eI/AAAAAAAAAfM/X2wD4fnk2zU/s400/DSC00158.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ3YeyjuYoo/TWP5cISwq-I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/70FbexoP4-k/s1600/DSC00164a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ3YeyjuYoo/TWP5cISwq-I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/70FbexoP4-k/s400/DSC00164a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5VQFUMyqXGs/TWP5ovVB1MI/AAAAAAAAAfU/5T_5zRlNLAo/s1600/DSC00168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5VQFUMyqXGs/TWP5ovVB1MI/AAAAAAAAAfU/5T_5zRlNLAo/s400/DSC00168.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;It was a SUPER hot day, but down by the water it was seriously like 15 degrees cooler! It felt SO freaking nice. It was a gorgeous place. I am so glad that everyone else wanted to go there so I got to see it! After spending an hour or so there, taking a million pictures, and sweating my guts out, we headed home. Everyone was pretty pooped after that because of how ridiculously hot it was outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42dioQvBtXE/TWP60OPtBxI/AAAAAAAAAfg/T0V9lRrc5QU/s1600/DSC00256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42dioQvBtXE/TWP60OPtBxI/AAAAAAAAAfg/T0V9lRrc5QU/s400/DSC00256.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Later that night the parents, Jennie, Nate, Josh, Carla, and Chrystell all went fishing again. Yuck. I went with Jared and Kote down to the lake. They weren’t able to stay the previous day we went to the lake because Jared had to drive in to Pucon to get gas. Jared decided he wanted to go out on a row boat and jump into the water. If you have never tried rowing before, let me tell you it is HARDER than it looks! At first Jared was rowing by himself but we weren’t moving anywhere! Then I started to help him and we started moving a little more, but were having a really hard time steering! Finally, we got out to the middle of the lake and he jumped in and swam around for a while. Kote and I decided that we would row back to the shore after he got in, because he was tired from swimming. It took us a while to get the rhythm right! We kept going in circles because one of us would be rowing harder than the other. Ha. It was amusing that is for sure!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;** Kote has some great pictures of this. I will have to have her email them to me**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;After we got back, we(all the college aged peeps) decided to go out dancing!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We left around 10:30 and when we got to Pucon, found out that the clubs didn’t open until 11:30. We drove around and checked out a few places down town while we were killing time and then finally headed back over to the club. It was called Kamakazi and I think they said it is only open during the summer months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The girls told that there would be a lot of blondes at the club because it was the one that all the rich kids go to. The upper class here has a lot of German descent so they are fair skinned and have lighter hair… they kinda look like Gisselle Bunchin… sandy blonde and tan. It was weird cause they look super different but still very Chilean. I didn’t stand out quite as much because of all the richies there but I still stand out a lot. I am way taller than most people, like my ‘cousin’ Angie who was with us is not even up to my shoulder in height! Anyways we waited outside for about 5 minutes until we could get in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-baClU6BVbPQ/TWP6OF9N7NI/AAAAAAAAAfc/2V2aYHcLZKg/s1600/192524778_01fd95ff17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-baClU6BVbPQ/TWP6OF9N7NI/AAAAAAAAAfc/2V2aYHcLZKg/s400/192524778_01fd95ff17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;There was a $3.000 CHP cover charge which is about $6.00 USD, and that included entry to the club plus a drink. The club wasn’t SUPER different from any in the US, but the differences that I did notice were pretty weird! The first thing that I found weird was that people are allowed to smoke inside most buildings in Chile and almost everyone on the dance floor had a drink in one hand and a smoke in the other. I was seriously worried that I was going to get burned by someone or that my hair was going to be lit on fire! Besides my fear of being burnt, the cigarette smoke made it pretty smoky and smelly in there! The smell of cigarettes doesn’t bother me, unless the smell is ON me. Does that make sence? Needless to say, but the end of the night I smelled like one big walking cigarette! **Side note- It took me&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;3 days and 10 washes to get the smell out of my hair!!!**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Another thing that I found interesting was that guys would come and ask girls to dance. Usually at clubs in the US everyone is just dancing and if you want to dance with someone, you just walk up to them and start dancing with them. Not here in Chile. I would be dancing with all the girls and a guy would come up and grab my hand and ask if I wanted to dance. It was kinda funny cause I really couldn’t tell a thing they were saying! The combination of the loud music and me not speaking Spanish that well made it nearly impossible for me to tell what anyone was saying! I would always tell them that I only spoke a little Spanish and was from the US. A lot of the guys would start speaking English to me at that point. This one guys just started laughing when I told him I didn’t speak much Spanish. He then patted me on the head and walked away. Hahahaha. It was pretty funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Around 3:30AM they turned on a rain machine that made it rain inside of the club! Usually I would have hated that because it would get my hair all wet. I loved the rain there though because it got rid of a lot of the smoke in the air and cooled me off! It was so FREAKING hot and sweaty in there. The humidity doesn’t help either. It wasn’t like HEAVY rain, more like a pleasant drizzle for a couple of minutes. The club closed sometime between 4:00AM and 4:30AM and we headed back to the condo, all sweaty, smelly, and tired, but it was all worth it because we had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-2972509325750443074?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/2972509325750443074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=2972509325750443074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2972509325750443074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2972509325750443074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/02/partaaaayyyy.html' title='Partaaaayyyy...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIMnicsmICo/TWP5MYuVOTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/jAwPv1F_egE/s72-c/downsized_0328001842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-847843543483365862</id><published>2011-02-17T12:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T12:50:11.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smoking Volcano...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Today has been nice so far, I slept in a little, spent a few hours at the pool, had a delicious homemade chocolate milk shake... Good day so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post&amp;nbsp;26 – A photo of somewhere you’ve been to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovley!! This conveniently links in with me posting about my vaca still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVf-8ZNAwNY/SRt0fpL8OyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dNAvVLS9lAM/s400/Vista+V.+Villarrica+desde+el+Lago+Caburgua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVf-8ZNAwNY/SRt0fpL8OyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dNAvVLS9lAM/s400/Vista+V.+Villarrica+desde+el+Lago+Caburgua.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vaca Day 3- Caburgua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning we all got up bright and early so we could drive South to Caburgua. It is about a 6 hour drive and we were taking two cars. Jared and Kote found a great cabin that was able to fit a bunch of people, so we piled in as many people who wanted to come with us! It ended up being Jared, Kote, Angie, Melissa, Maca and baby Martina in one car... they were pretty squished with three people plus a baby car seat in the back! In the van we had Dad, Mom, Mamita, me, Jennie, Nate, Josh, Chrysstel, and Carla. We were pretty squished as well, but at least we had a seat belt for everyone in our car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tsIy3h4q7Ug/TV155bbs9LI/AAAAAAAAAe8/GXaC0dZ_ewk/s1600/DSC00113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tsIy3h4q7Ug/TV155bbs9LI/AAAAAAAAAe8/GXaC0dZ_ewk/s400/DSC00113.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped in Temuco to eat a little snack and buy a bunch of groceries, but other than that we drove straight through. As we got closer a smoking volcano showed up in the distance! I quickly snapped a few pictures, assuming that we wouldn't be getting any closer to it, but boy was I wrong!!! The longer we drove, the closer we got to the volcano! Pucon and Caburgua are located right at the base of this smoking volcano and by a huge gorgeous lake!&amp;nbsp;It turns out that the&amp;nbsp;volcano is home to one of Chiles most popular ski resorts! &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6kfatsStcc/TV1xr3zIJuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/xGmOJvnyw_k/s1600/DSC00262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6kfatsStcc/TV1xr3zIJuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/xGmOJvnyw_k/s400/DSC00262.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Around 2 we arrived at the cabin. It was absolutely perfect and ended up have the exact number of beds that we needed! After unloading all the food and luggage we made some lunch and then a few of us headed down to the lake. By a few of us, I really mean everyone but the adults… and by adults I really mean the old people… Mom, Dad, and Mamita. ;) Jared drove some of the girls and the baby down to the lake so they wouldn’t have to carry Martina too far. I walked down with all the little kids. It was only about a ten minute walk and was a fairly straight shot from our cabaña. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEYhlV41d8I/TV1yGnYanyI/AAAAAAAAAew/kPXcODPVH1E/s1600/DSC00263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEYhlV41d8I/TV1yGnYanyI/AAAAAAAAAew/kPXcODPVH1E/s400/DSC00263.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was nice, but Nate and Josh were the only ones who ended up getting in. The rest of us sat around, played with the baby, checked out the little shops, and people watched! It was glorious. It was also great for me to hang out with the girls my age and practice my Spanish. They are all great at helping us out with the language. If I couldn’t remember a word, most of the time they were able to guess what it was based on the conversation. If that didn’t work then we were able to figure it out by trying to describe things and using hand gestures! At one point they were tring to explaine a word to me but I had NO idea what they were saying. Melissa described it as someone who always wants to make more money but never want's to spend any. Then she added, LIKE JARED! Ha... the word they were saying means Tightwad!!! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening we made a sad attempt at grilling hamburgers over some charcoals, using a huge metal grill thing that was at the cabin… It took a LONG time to even get the coals and grill hot enough to try cooking them. After putting the burgers on the grill, it was discovered that there was no spatula to turn them with! Jared ended up trying to use some pokey thingy… not sure what it was, and he dropped TWO of the burgers through the wide grate of the grill. Later, Josh somehow managed to dump a whole plate of cooked burgers into the dirt! After cleaning everything off and RE-cooking them all inside, we had our burgers! They were delicious and I didn’t detect much dirt of charcoal flavor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4z6zUDG_aro/TV151923HjI/AAAAAAAAAe4/7RQh8tmUrV4/s1600/DSC00119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4z6zUDG_aro/TV151923HjI/AAAAAAAAAe4/7RQh8tmUrV4/s400/DSC00119.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night was spent attempting to start and keep a fire going, roasting marshmallows, playing card games, and just having an all around good time. After the fire had started to die and all the lights were out, we went outside to look at the stars. It was GORGEOUS!!! I don’t think I have ever seen that many stars in my life! They were so bright and clear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to bed, with the boys planning on waking up bright and early to go fishing… not my thing! There is nothing like going to bed after having had a great day with great people, and knowing that there is nothing you HAVE to wake up for the next day, but lots of things you WANT to wake up for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-847843543483365862?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/847843543483365862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=847843543483365862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/847843543483365862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/847843543483365862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/02/smoking-volacano.html' title='A Smoking Volcano...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVf-8ZNAwNY/SRt0fpL8OyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dNAvVLS9lAM/s72-c/Vista+V.+Villarrica+desde+el+Lago+Caburgua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-8642492305715987095</id><published>2011-02-15T18:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:12:48.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Cowboy...</title><content type='html'>I just made myself a delicious ham cheese and egg sandwich, except it wasn't delicious. It was basically disgusting, proving yet again that I am not meant to cook. EVER. I mean really how difficult can it be to make an egg sandwich? Gandalfo is much better than I am, I will leave the delicious breakfast sandwich making to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post 25 – What’s in your purse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;**I am 99% sure that I already did a post like this but whatever**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0H5SG2ln1So/TVspHypn4MI/AAAAAAAAAeM/w8CVt1DLnoI/s1600/DSC00053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0H5SG2ln1So/TVspHypn4MI/AAAAAAAAAeM/w8CVt1DLnoI/s400/DSC00053.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Cameras- Yes you read that correctly I always have one camera with me, but more often than not it turns out that I have two maybe even three cameras in my bag. This is because I want to have a camera with me at all times down here in case I find something AWSOME! On my way out the door, I always panic and think I forgot my camera, so I grab another one.&lt;br /&gt;-Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;-Chilean Cell Phone- Yea, it’s dinky. I know. And it isn’t even really MINE. It is more of a phone for whoever needs it at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;-iPod Shuffle- Sadly this will no longer be in my bag because it is out of batteries and my charger broke a few days ago! *tear*&lt;br /&gt;-Lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;-Mascara&lt;br /&gt;-bip! Card-This is my trusty friend that gets me on all forms of public transit here in Santiago. Sadly they don’t have an online system for checking how much mula is on the card or for recharging it. &lt;br /&gt;-Orbit Gum –Gotta be fresh to death! You never know when you might need to get your mack on! ;)&lt;br /&gt;-Wallet- Duh… in my wallet though is a nice mix of Chilean pesos and US currency…I have the hardest time with money down here. If I don’t see the number on the screen, I have a really hard time hearing what they tell me and how much I need to hand over. It’s no bueno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gRTnQFpoCh8/TVspOlwDflI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/MNvVOCsJ_Uk/s1600/DSC00054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gRTnQFpoCh8/TVspOlwDflI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/MNvVOCsJ_Uk/s400/DSC00054.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vaca Day 2- Baby Blessing, Down Town, Beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wonderful night’s sleep, we all got up bright and early for church. And by bright and early I mean 8:00AM. Sundays are the only days that I wake up before 9:00, because they are the only days that I HAVE to go anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to church with the whole family, and when I say the whole family, I don’t mean my family, I mean Mamita’s family AND my family. We were quite the site walking down the road to the church. It was almost like a parade! Except we weren’t throwing candy and no one was watching us walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixOVZLoGUuc/TVsqGXGRjQI/AAAAAAAAAeU/tCTQ9v-qrTc/s1600/IMG_2029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixOVZLoGUuc/TVsqGXGRjQI/AAAAAAAAAeU/tCTQ9v-qrTc/s400/IMG_2029.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KqKJAXuipuw/TVsqMBzOg9I/AAAAAAAAAeY/kBz9hqw31XY/s1600/IMG_2027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KqKJAXuipuw/TVsqMBzOg9I/AAAAAAAAAeY/kBz9hqw31XY/s400/IMG_2027.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macarena’s adorable baby girl Martina Florencia was blessed in sacrament meeting. It was a great blessing and a great testimony meeting. The one of my favorite parts was that I was able to understand about 80% of what everyone was saying!!! Yea ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sacrament Meeting my aunt Soledad asked me if I wanted to go with her to the adult Sunday school class, or at least that is what I THOUGHT she said. Apparently what she really asked is if I wanted to go to the classe de adultos solteros… any guesses what that means? THE SINGLE ADULTS CLASS! They don’t have one of those at our ward in Santiago, and I really didn’t expect there to be one in Concepcion. I understood much less of this than I did during the first meeting, because the teacher spoke so fast! A few times I had to read scriptures because they were just circling the room. It was not one of my finest public speaking moments. The nice boy next to me shared his Spanish scriptures with me and whispered words into my ear when I couldn’t read them… I felt like a 5 year old, but I survived! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day we went for a drive to the down town area to see some of the remaining earthquake damage. There was a building that looked to be about 18 stories tall that had completely fallen over. Another building had been condemned because someone had remodeled their unit and taken out a load bearing wall. If you have ever wondered why it really matters what you do with the walls of your apartment, this is exactly why it matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocP2zw5G7dY/TVsqZVUj4_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/XCWEivfpAH0/s1600/DSC00036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocP2zw5G7dY/TVsqZVUj4_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/XCWEivfpAH0/s400/DSC00036.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vNIkZLgT1CQ/TVsqWIfKNxI/AAAAAAAAAec/MvYEURKqdtM/s1600/DSC00059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vNIkZLgT1CQ/TVsqWIfKNxI/AAAAAAAAAec/MvYEURKqdtM/s640/DSC00059.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking out the down town area we headed to the beach. The beach was beautiful, as beaches usually go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NcDHeYb4PvA/TVsrDws87mI/AAAAAAAAAek/gEsiMBBvEv8/s1600/IMGP4513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NcDHeYb4PvA/TVsrDws87mI/AAAAAAAAAek/gEsiMBBvEv8/s400/IMGP4513.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The really interesting thing we saw was when we were driving away from the beach… a DRUNK COWBOY! Seriously, as we drove up behind him, no one was sure whether he was ok or not! He kinda looked like he had just had a stroke while riding his horse or that he was perhaps even dead! As we got right up next to him we realized that he was just drunk. Drunk, wearing a poncho and spurs, practically unconscious, and riding a galloping horse. That is not something you see every day! No I didn’t take a picture, I felt too bad for him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the evening was spent preparing for the next day’s drive and catching up with everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-8642492305715987095?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/8642492305715987095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=8642492305715987095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8642492305715987095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8642492305715987095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/02/beach-bags-and-bucks.html' title='Drunken Cowboy...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0H5SG2ln1So/TVspHypn4MI/AAAAAAAAAeM/w8CVt1DLnoI/s72-c/DSC00053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-6932679388335465252</id><published>2011-02-15T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T09:29:43.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Award Goes Tooooo....</title><content type='html'>I know this is a few days late, but I wasn't able to watch the Grammys live this year. Because of the time zone differences, I had to record them and watch it later... and by later I mean right now.. But finally, here they are,&lt;strong&gt; MY GRAMMY THOUGHTS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Favorite Grammy Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruno Mars-Grenade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/110213/Bruno-Mars-Grammys_204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/110213/Bruno-Mars-Grammys_204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really loved the cute little spin that he put on his song. It was very DooWop/Rat Pack-esk... Ha. Nothing like making up words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muse-Uprising&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2011/02/14/alg_bellamy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="238" src="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2011/02/14/alg_bellamy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These guys are always great to watch live! I love the energy that they exude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eminem ft Rihanna, Dr Dre, Adam Levine, and Skylar Grey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1/2011/02/rihanna-eminem/rihanna-eminem-grammys-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="225" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1/2011/02/rihanna-eminem/rihanna-eminem-grammys-03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talk about a comeback! I mean, wasn't Eminem like 250 lbs like last year? He looked great physically and his performance was amazing. And who doesn't love a little Dr Dre? I also thought Skylar Grey's performance was great! I had never heard of her until this performance. Rihanna and Adam Levine were wonderful as usual. All in all this was by far my favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katy Perry-Teenage Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1/2011/02/perry-performance/katy-perry-grammys-performance-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1/2011/02/perry-performance/katy-perry-grammys-performance-04.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love Katy Perry. I think she is too cute and her music is super fun. When your looking for a light hearted catchy tune this girl can do no wrong. I also LOVE that she brought her Grandma with her to the Grammys. She told Ryan Seacrest that 'even if I don't win a Grammy I get to leave with my grammy!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Most Over Rated/Over Hyped Grammy Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Gaga- Born This Way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/02/06/0/192/1922153/df8ba49f0497b387_Lady-Gaga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/02/06/0/192/1922153/df8ba49f0497b387_Lady-Gaga.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will admit that I was excited to see her perform, but the performance left me doubting her. Sure the song is catchy, but I don't think it is anything amazing. Sure coming out in an egg is 'ground breaking' and original, but it wasn't like anything super cool happened when she came out. All in all I felt it was subpar for Lady Gaga. We have seen her do better. I expected more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin Bieber, Usher, Jayden Smith- Never Say Never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jjr/headlines/2011/02/justin-bieber-grammy-performance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jjr/headlines/2011/02/justin-bieber-grammy-performance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same old song and dance here... I expected more. Usher use to be such an amazing performer, you add that with a little BieberFever and the cute little Jayden Smith and you SHOULD get something amazing right? Apparently not. The vocals were great, but the performance its self was less than I expected. Think about other great hip-hop Grammy performances. I seem to remember a few from Chris Brown that were mind blowing. This could have been and should have been but just wasn't. Although, it was super cute to see Will and Jada singing along with their son in the crowd. They both had the biggest smiles on their faces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arcade Fire-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I am going to get heat for this one cause I have some friends who love them but really? They just kinda gave me a head ache... All the yelling and screaming and dirty long hair and flashing lights...EW! so not my style! And really? Album of the Year? Really?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Strangest Grammy Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cee Lo Green ft Gwyneth Paltrow and a team of puppets!-Forget You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ineedmyfix.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Picture-161.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="228" src="http://www.ineedmyfix.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Picture-161.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the song Forget You, but what was with the feather costume and the puppets? I know Gwyneth Paltrow sang with him because she recently sang that song on Glee (YUCK! I am no GLEEK that is for sure!) but it was still just all so random. The vocals were good but the rest of it left me scratching my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mick Jagger-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mauricethefishrecords.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/c07a3ea8783_620x350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="180" src="http://mauricethefishrecords.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/c07a3ea8783_620x350.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mick Jagger is always weird to me... With his tight pants, hip shaking, and his Matador Cape!..I mean he is what...67 years old?! I am amazed that he is still kicking... With all those drugs from the good old days, it amazes me that he is in one piece. I get it, he is a rock idol, and he is amazingly talented! It wasn't his performance that was weird to me, just that his is SO old and still can do that. I find that weird, impressive but weird!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-6932679388335465252?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/6932679388335465252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=6932679388335465252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/6932679388335465252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/6932679388335465252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-award-goes-tooooo.html' title='And the Award Goes Tooooo....'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-4955333306741014763</id><published>2011-02-14T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T16:37:52.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I am Pooped...</title><content type='html'>Apparently there is no keeping me happy for a long time. A few months ago I was upset because I thought I would be alone in Utah while everyone else was here in Chile. Today I am upset (more exhausted than upset really) that I am here and not in Utah. Sometimes being in a foreign country, in a big city, in a small apartment, with a big family is exhausting! So, today I am pooped!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my wanting to be in Utah is because I miss my peeps! I talked to Melissa on the phone for a long time today and it made me miss her. I am sad that I am not there for here right now. Emotionally and spiritually, I am always there for her and she knows that, but I feel like I should PHYSICALY be there for her right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just had to say goodbye to my (sp) cuñada (sister-in-law) and brother. We don’t get to see them very often because they live in California. Whenever we are able to get together, Kote and I have so much fun together. It was so nice to have someone to hang out with and go places with while she has been here. Again, this comes back to me needing my peeps! Family is great but I need some away time. Some balance. Ya feel me? Not that I don’t love my family, they are part of the next portion of my blog challenge!&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; **I am getting rid of the 30 Day part of this because I think it is going to be more like 50 days for me to complete this darn thing!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post 24 – A photo of something that means a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILdMZ4qCDGs/TVm4tgugXiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/8eCGviFtkCg/s1600/DSC00086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILdMZ4qCDGs/TVm4tgugXiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/8eCGviFtkCg/s400/DSC00086.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi Familia Preciosa!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken on our second day of vacation in Concepcion. Everyone is here except Stephen :’( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dSKS3qbeQ2E/TVm5BZzmKaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/H5gVymeRHZ0/s1600/3205_883285511670_7925891_51537013_7601236_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dSKS3qbeQ2E/TVm5BZzmKaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/H5gVymeRHZ0/s400/3205_883285511670_7925891_51537013_7601236_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can just Photoshop him in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They mean a lot to me. They put up with all my poking, pestering, teasing and taunting (sometimes it is fun to just poke little brothers… go try it and you will see what I mean ;) ) I love them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vaca Day 1- Travel- Saturday February 5, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening, my parents went to meet Jared at the aiport to get one of his suitcases from him before he flew down to Concepcion. This suitcase was filled with treasures like Peanut Butter, Resses PB Cups, Kraft Mac &amp;amp; Cheese, a Kindle, some of Josh’s birthday presents, and a few other odds and ends that he brought for my mom. While they were at the airport, my dad picked up our car that we would be driving down south. The term car really isn’t the word I should use, van is almost pushing it as well, it was more like a mini bus! Ok, ok it wasn’t THAT big, but it was pretty big… a silver 12 passenger van! It quickly earned the name La Papa Plateada… The Silver Potato! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lC_udE2NBYI/TVm5hzHMnBI/AAAAAAAAAd4/gSNEiMjPSBQ/s1600/IMG_2189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lC_udE2NBYI/TVm5hzHMnBI/AAAAAAAAAd4/gSNEiMjPSBQ/s400/IMG_2189.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to leave bright and early the next morning, but you know how things go when it comes to road trips. I can’t remember why we left later than planned, but leaving early turned into leaving at noon. We had originally planned on stopping and doing some site seeing on the way, but because of lack of time, we decided to do those things on the way home. We drove straight through, with the exception of a lunch break, and we arrived in Concepcion around 6:30 pm. This drive was full of amazing scenery! We passed endless corn fields, grape vineyards, and miles upon miles orchards growing various fruits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sqmq3sGGJ68/TVm5vtC0yhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-9WHkzw2JvE/s1600/IMG_2105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sqmq3sGGJ68/TVm5vtC0yhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-9WHkzw2JvE/s400/IMG_2105.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7IrU75fsfE/TVm5_6eLItI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZYe21Upw92w/s1600/IMGP4471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7IrU75fsfE/TVm5_6eLItI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZYe21Upw92w/s400/IMGP4471.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last hour of the drive was devoted to ‘study time’! The family we were going to stay with is a family my dad knows from his mission and is also the family of our sister-in-law. ‘Mamita’ is the mother/grandmother of the family and she has 7 daughters, all but 1 of the daughters live very close to her if not on the same street. All of these daughters are grown, married, and have children of their own. All of them have grown up hearing about our family and our lives. My dad spent the last hour of the trip letting the younger three kids know who was whose mom or sister or spouse, etc. I had already met everyone when I came to Chile 5 year ago, but it was a good refresher course for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally arrived, it was endless hugs and kisses! The Chilean culture is very loving and you hug and give almost everyone you meet ‘una beso’. When you add that with the family factor, and the finally meeting everyone for the first time, you might be able to get some kind of a visual about how that went. It was very heartwarming to see the love that these people have for our whole family, especially for the little boys who they had never met. Mamita just kept hugging josh over and over and over and saying that she had waited his whole life to meet him and that she didn’t think she was ever going to get to. I won’t like, it brought a little tear to my eye. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;**There are no pictures of this because we were all to busy being hugged to even thing about pulling out a camera!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all super exhausted that night because of the long drive and then the emotional ‘meeting of the family.’ Jennie and I slept across the street at Teresea and Alejandros house, where Jared and Kote were also staying. Mom, Dad, and the boys slept at Mamitas house. Everyone went to bed early that night because the next morning we were all going to church where Macarena's baby, Martina,&amp;nbsp;was being blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was an uneventful, yet VERY eventful day… does that make any sence?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-4955333306741014763?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/4955333306741014763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=4955333306741014763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/4955333306741014763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/4955333306741014763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/02/today-i-am-pooped.html' title='Today, I am Pooped...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILdMZ4qCDGs/TVm4tgugXiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/8eCGviFtkCg/s72-c/DSC00086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-7411513409514875945</id><published>2011-02-11T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:19:01.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About Me...</title><content type='html'>Day 23 – 15 facts about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG91a9x-BJg/SZ7nAJ5LIuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xbfdoOMNpaU/s400/2-20-09ItsAllAboutMe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG91a9x-BJg/SZ7nAJ5LIuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xbfdoOMNpaU/s320/2-20-09ItsAllAboutMe.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to try to make these good! Deep things that you might not know about me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am seriously afraid of flying, elevators, and (recently added to the list) earthquakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There are very few people that I trust to drive me places, I prefer to drive myself. It's a control issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When using public transit, I cannot sit backwards, I also insist on having hand sanitizer to use when I get off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I absolutely LOVE to people watch! Airports and UVU campus are some of my favorite people watching venues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have a cousin named Melissa in all 3 of my families!(My mom’s side, My dad’s side, My Chilean family)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have been in the Northern, Southern, Western, and Eastern hemisphere! (USA-NW, Chile-SW, China-NE… now I just need to go to Australia or New Zealand to make it really complete!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am currently addicted to watching Animal Planet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hate to cook! Not because I really hate cooking, but because I don’t know how to make anything and I am not a fan of just trying recipes if I don’t know that it will turn out or if I will like it.(Fixing this is something I want to change this year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is very difficult for me to fall asleep without music or a movie playing. If I don’t have something to occupy my thought, my brain goes wild and I freak out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Doing dishes and the laundry are my two least favorite chores in the world! I HATE THEM!!! HATE HATE HATE HATE… And it is even worse down here, because there isn’t a dishwasher in our kitchen and we have to go down to the main floor to do the laundry. Grrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;11.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I actually enjoy watching a lot of shows on the Disney Chanel, but if you accuse me of this, I will deny, deny, deny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;12.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am terrible at eating my vegetables! Even if they are cooked into something, I tend to eat around them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;13.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love going to physical therapy or to the chiropractor! My back is seriously messed up from a car accident I was in when I was 15 years old. On and off through the years I have had to deal with chronic pain. Right know the pain is on and is fairly consistent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;14.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love shopping, getting mani/pedis, and going out with the girls. I also LOVE a good basketball game, being outside, and playing with fire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;15.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some days I really want to be done with the ‘single college life’, but most of the time, I really enjoy my freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So there you have it, 15 random facts about me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either tomorrow or later tonight I will do my Day 1 Vaca post, sorry for all the blog overload, but I don’t do well with journal keeping, and if I don’t blog about this trip, then I will forget stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-7411513409514875945?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/7411513409514875945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=7411513409514875945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7411513409514875945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7411513409514875945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-all-about-me.html' title='It&apos;s All About Me...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG91a9x-BJg/SZ7nAJ5LIuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xbfdoOMNpaU/s72-c/2-20-09ItsAllAboutMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-3427809341926345543</id><published>2011-02-11T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:59:21.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Finish This...</title><content type='html'>So like I said, I am going to finish the Blog Challange if it KILLS ME! I am also going to tell you all about my lovley little vaca while I finish this up. I think the best way for me to do this is to do one of the challange posts and also tell about one day of the vacation at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for me to remember to do this, I am going to need to make a list of what I have left... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 – 15 facts about you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 – A photo of something that means a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 – What’s in your purse?&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 – A photo of somewhere you’ve been to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 – A picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 – Your favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 – Something you could never get tired of doing.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 – A photograph of youself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Vaca Day 1- Travel &lt;br /&gt;Vaca Day 2- Baby Blessing, Down Town, Beach &lt;br /&gt;Vaca Day 3- Caburugua &lt;br /&gt;Vaca Day 4- Caburugua &lt;br /&gt;Vaca Day 5- Car Problems &lt;br /&gt;Vaca Day 6- More Traveling &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;... I know these list mean nothing to the rest of you, but if I don't post them here, right now, I will forget! Now bear with me, it may still take me a few days to get this all done because tomorrow night my brother and his wifey are flying up from Concepcion to stay with us for a few days before they head back to California. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It is so weird to think about my family being so spread out... Santiago, Chile-Las Angeles, CA- Queens/NYC, NY... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-3427809341926345543?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/3427809341926345543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=3427809341926345543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/3427809341926345543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/3427809341926345543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-will-finish-this.html' title='I Will Finish This...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-3229359934168464873</id><published>2011-02-10T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:55:43.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am WAY BEHIND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I have been on a vacation!&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="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyxQ1RgPcs0/TVSx8ebwTFI/AAAAAAAAAds/h-NYx4Mj9YM/s1600/DSC00262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="294" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyxQ1RgPcs0/TVSx8ebwTFI/AAAAAAAAAds/h-NYx4Mj9YM/s400/DSC00262.JPG" width="400" /&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;I have to tell you all about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I will also finish my blog challange...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I PROMIS!&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/8370076124692564711-3229359934168464873?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/3229359934168464873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=3229359934168464873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/3229359934168464873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/3229359934168464873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-much-to-say.html' title='So much to say...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyxQ1RgPcs0/TVSx8ebwTFI/AAAAAAAAAds/h-NYx4Mj9YM/s72-c/DSC00262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-3422898137029940819</id><published>2011-02-03T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:35:47.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Past Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have recently come to the conclusion that I was a ballerina in a past life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCYHTUFDOBU/TC5o9n2j8JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vW-vE7AM_v8/s1600/ballet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCYHTUFDOBU/TC5o9n2j8JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vW-vE7AM_v8/s320/ballet.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do I think that I was a ballerina? Well, for the past few months, I have been waking up to find that I was sleeping in a ballet position. The positions vary from night to night, but the most common one looks as if I were doing a Pirouette, or perhaps I am&amp;nbsp;in a&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;passé &lt;/em&gt;position with my arms in fifth position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUsMV2HjP3I/AAAAAAAAAdo/LwpRbcjelwg/s1600/Pirouette.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUsMV2HjP3I/AAAAAAAAAdo/LwpRbcjelwg/s320/Pirouette.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously... this is how I sleep. That MUST mean I was a ballerina in a past life. What else could it possibly mean? I will admit that my form is not quite as good as this silhouette above. My arms are more bent and are not always in the fifth position, but my toes are always pointed(literaly, if I am not standing, my feet automaticly point! I blame all the hours of kicking and wearing fins durring swim team). My foot is right at the crook of my knee, and I am stretched as tall as I can possibly be. Maybe tonight I will play the soundtrack to The Nutcracker Ballet and see if I start sleep dancing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Or perhaps this is my 6ish years of dance training coming to fruition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Oh, you didn't know I use to dance? Well I did. From the time I was about 4 until I was 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I also played soccer for one year. I quit because our team only won one game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I took 'June-nastics' classes. I insisted that it wasn't called Gymnastics it was JUNE-Nastics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I took piano lessons, kind of. That is to say I went to piano class once a week, but didn't do much practicing during the week. Hence I quit that as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I participated in a few Volleyball clinics and teams at Open Court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Let's see... what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Oh, the obvious... Swimming. Which was actually the real reason for quitting all of the aforementioned activities. There was just not time for me to do it all and I chose swimming. I feel like it was a good choice, considering I have used my swimming talents to financially support myself from the time I was 16 years old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;When I get back to the United States, I am going to go on a hunt to find all my dance recital pictures, soccer team pictures, etc… It will be a HOOT to look through them all. If I recall correctly, in my soccer pictures I have super curly permed hair and I am missing a ton of teeth! In one of my many dance pictures I am about 3 inches taller than all the other girls my age AND I have a bright blue cast on my right arm( broke it at swim team!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm... this was suppose to be something to go with my 30 Day Blog Challange... but I can't remember what the prompt was... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yea, 'Write a letter to someone who has recently hurt you.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dear Person-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;**** *** *****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;I will let you fill in the letters because I would get in hot water from certain people if they ever read that on my public blog. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-3422898137029940819?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/3422898137029940819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=3422898137029940819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/3422898137029940819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/3422898137029940819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-past-life.html' title='In a Past Life...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCYHTUFDOBU/TC5o9n2j8JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vW-vE7AM_v8/s72-c/ballet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-5766685211074292794</id><published>2011-02-02T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:44:22.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BFFFFFFF.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 21 – A photo of something that makes you happy.&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 will be taking the liberty to change the word 'something' to 'someone' for this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoT0kLABJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/TRUft2AdGNU/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoT0kLABJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/TRUft2AdGNU/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MY BFF MELISSA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know that I already did a post about my Best Friends, but when I was thinking of what I could show a picture of that makes me happy, she was the first thing that popped into my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoVSeZJG9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/GySmkdc-kxY/s1600/77192_540010160181_203002740_31520951_3701183_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoVSeZJG9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/GySmkdc-kxY/s320/77192_540010160181_203002740_31520951_3701183_n.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I miss her SO MUCH right now! These next few months are going to be soooooo long without being able to see her all the time. This will be the longest time we have gone without eachother in years and years. True, when we were younger we would consider ourselves lucky if we got to see eachother three times each year, but that changed when she moved to Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I should be with her right now! Things are happening that I should be there for! Exciting things! Grown up things! Ahhhhhh.... I miss her so so so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Welll.... here are some more pictures of 'Sarah and Melissa Through the Years.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feel free to mock the hair styles and clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoUy_OeV_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/3wsIEPclM8o/s1600/at+the+beach.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoUy_OeV_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/3wsIEPclM8o/s400/at+the+beach.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the Beach in So Cal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoU1K2c5RI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ju9UShvDA_E/s1600/grandpa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoU1K2c5RI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ju9UShvDA_E/s400/grandpa.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing 'Buckin Bronco' with Grandpa Ken in St George&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoU3zUgwdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6yDDQuIv45U/s1600/Aladin.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoU3zUgwdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6yDDQuIv45U/s400/Aladin.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disney Land!!! Take note of our AMAZE clothes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoU8QJe2xI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FMbImolIZ_o/s1600/poolio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoU8QJe2xI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FMbImolIZ_o/s400/poolio.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swimming at the condo in St George&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoU_bolkiI/AAAAAAAAAdM/R8e1XjEMePA/s1600/n203002740_30121735_492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoU_bolkiI/AAAAAAAAAdM/R8e1XjEMePA/s640/n203002740_30121735_492.jpg" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family Reunion in Duck Creek&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoVD9O92gI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/itSaOE5Sf0E/s1600/Me+and+melissa.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoVD9O92gI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/itSaOE5Sf0E/s640/Me+and+melissa.bmp" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Putting on one of many shows for the family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoVJzw6C3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/PmT8krMdB08/s1600/n203002740_30627158_1375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoVJzw6C3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/PmT8krMdB08/s400/n203002740_30627158_1375.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Putting us together is just asking for trouble&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoVcSERdII/AAAAAAAAAdg/MZB8yWVEYlA/s1600/36185_538248335891_203002740_31485987_7829487_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoVcSERdII/AAAAAAAAAdg/MZB8yWVEYlA/s640/36185_538248335891_203002740_31485987_7829487_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing like a photobooth at the mall!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoVQCPPw2I/AAAAAAAAAdY/eIwrBSeKkWg/s1600/17271_526875686771_203002740_31143408_4802785_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoVQCPPw2I/AAAAAAAAAdY/eIwrBSeKkWg/s640/17271_526875686771_203002740_31143408_4802785_n.jpg" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Halloween from a Cave Woman and the Keeper of the Tools&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU MOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-5766685211074292794?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/5766685211074292794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=5766685211074292794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/5766685211074292794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/5766685211074292794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/02/bfffffff.html' title='BFFFFFFF.....'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUoT0kLABJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/TRUft2AdGNU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-1618865367250347028</id><published>2011-02-01T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:29:41.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on Your TVO?...</title><content type='html'>I have spent the past few days watching the Winter X Games and I have a few observations that I feel like I should share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First... most snowboarders, male and female, are fairly unattractive, but in the case of the men it really doesn't matter! I found myself being so impressed with the talent of the male athletes that I not only didn't notice their looks, but I found myself developing little Snowboarder Crushes on them. When it came to the girls, no matter how talented they were or how amazing their tricks were, it just couldn't overshadow the look aspects. Ug... sometimes I feel bad for thinking things like that, but whatever. One of my favorite moments of this years Winter X was Torstein Horgmos Triple Cork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pM_qR5lyKTQ" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really loved watching Scotty Lago. Three weeks before Winter X he was doing some crazy trick and accidently slammed his knee through his jaw and shattered it. He had to have it wired shut for two weeks and then just before the X Games he was switched to a rubber band system to keep everything in place. It made me SO nervous for him to see him doing all these crazy trick and jumps, when if he messes up at all he could potentially slam his face into the ice or something. I mean can you imagine?! Ahhh that would just be too much anxiety for me, I think I would probably opt out of competing and save my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gbpIEUTPmwk" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment I am watching the E! Live from the Red Carpet at the Sag Awards(TVOed obviously). I am just dieing laughing! I absolutely love watching these Red Carpet shows for many reasons. The clothes that they wear are just tooooo amazing and the things people say just floor me! I love when someone accidently spills the beans or when my fav Guliana Ransic asks those tough questions and the stars try to side step them. GiGi is currently interviewing my lover Justin Timberlake! My family, among other people, do not understand WHY I like to watch these types of shows. For example… Jennie is watching with me right now and she just keeps laughing at all my peeps. I can’t explain my love for E! and all the fabulousness that it encompasses. I think my favorite interview and dress came from the fabulous Mila Kunis. I have always just loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn03.cdn.socialitelife.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/mila-kunis-2011-SAG-Awards-01302011-lead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://cdn03.cdn.socialitelife.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/mila-kunis-2011-SAG-Awards-01302011-lead.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am LOVING here hair in this pic! I am going to be sending this picture to Holly right away so we can start thinking of coloring my hair like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next I am watching Fashoin Police: SAG Awards... Gotta love Joan Rivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 – Another picture of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUjO8zM_56I/AAAAAAAAAcw/AuYbbMe2hjM/s1600/1101002043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUjO8zM_56I/AAAAAAAAAcw/AuYbbMe2hjM/s320/1101002043.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… Here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 – The meaning behind your blog name.&lt;br /&gt;As I am sure you have noticed by now, I have an opinion about EVERYTHING. I like saying things, hence the name Sarah Says… I am Sarah. I say things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-1618865367250347028?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/1618865367250347028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=1618865367250347028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1618865367250347028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1618865367250347028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-on-your-tvo.html' title='What&apos;s on Your TVO?...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pM_qR5lyKTQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-8256196134716869749</id><published>2011-01-30T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:39:16.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family and a Mc D.C. ...</title><content type='html'>Day 17 – A photo of you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is so spread out at the moment that you wouldn't believe it! It is strange to think that a few years ago we were all living in Alpine, some of us had visited other coutries, but other than than there was little experience with international life or city life. Well... as of right now we are spread across the Americas and all living in a big city. As you know I am in Santiago, Chile with Mom (Jane), Dad (Jeff), Jennie(17), Nate(12), and Josh(8). Stephen(20) is currently serving a mission in New York City. He is in the New York, NY South Spanish Speaking mission, and is loving every minute of it. You can check out a little more about him over at his &lt;a href="http://www.stephen-in-the-city.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; that my mom and I have tried to keep up for him while he is gone. Jared(24) and his wife Maria Jose (Kote-21) are living in Los Angeles, Ca. Because of our wide spread family, it has been a LONG time since we have all had a picture taken together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUYRDtRFdCI/AAAAAAAAAck/qLpx-RgXAdA/s1600/Family2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUYRDtRFdCI/AAAAAAAAAck/qLpx-RgXAdA/s1600/Family2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The most recent picture with our whole family was taken in April 2009. Like I said a LONG time ago, almost 2 years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUYRN6OUV1I/AAAAAAAAAco/YaGyGmdBh8Q/s1600/Family.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUYRN6OUV1I/AAAAAAAAAco/YaGyGmdBh8Q/s1600/Family.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before that we had a picture taken in August of 2008, but that was before Kote joined the family, so she is not pictured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 – Something you crave a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually have tooooo many cravings, but there is one thing that I am currently craving. Besides craving the coveted &lt;a href="http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/fooooood.html"&gt;Cafe Rio Pork Salad&lt;/a&gt;, which I talked about a few days ago, I am also CRAVING a McDonalds Diet Coke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUYSDzcElII/AAAAAAAAAcs/B6gmmJIzsGU/s1600/0722000819a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUYSDzcElII/AAAAAAAAAcs/B6gmmJIzsGU/s640/0722000819a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, It does HAVE to be from McDonalds. They have the BEST Diet Coke in the world. If you don't believve me, then you obviously haven't tried their Diet Coke, or for that matter compared it with say Wendy's Diet Coke. Really, no beverage is more refreshing than a McDonalds Diet Coke. Evertime I get one, and take that first sip, I can't help but make that frefreshed 'Ahhhh' noise. It is just an enevitable reaction. DELISH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-8256196134716869749?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/8256196134716869749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=8256196134716869749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8256196134716869749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8256196134716869749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-and-mc-dc.html' title='Family and a Mc D.C. ...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUYRDtRFdCI/AAAAAAAAAck/qLpx-RgXAdA/s72-c/Family2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-7939203186507376269</id><published>2011-01-29T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T19:28:43.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words Needed...</title><content type='html'>Day 16 – Your celebrity crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwhIxvRk96Q/TCYAyxJSZSI/AAAAAAAAHk0/iF3cZ_g9b14/s1600/paul+walker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwhIxvRk96Q/TCYAyxJSZSI/AAAAAAAAHk0/iF3cZ_g9b14/s320/paul+walker.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paul Walker&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Josh-Duhamel-josh-duhamel-650537_768_1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Josh-Duhamel-josh-duhamel-650537_768_1024.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh Duhamel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pipago.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/tom-welling2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://pipago.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/tom-welling2.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tom Welling&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.bet.com/entertainment/spotlight/bet-blog/assets/2010/08/reggie-bush-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://blogs.bet.com/entertainment/spotlight/bet-blog/assets/2010/08/reggie-bush-9.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reggie Bush&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0tMHiCas58/TO-2XM0AkxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2gT8uVeigbo/s1600/EricDane-714159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0tMHiCas58/TO-2XM0AkxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2gT8uVeigbo/s320/EricDane-714159.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eric Dane&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chuvachienes.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/ryan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" s5="true" src="http://chuvachienes.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/ryan.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan Lochte&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-7939203186507376269?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/7939203186507376269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=7939203186507376269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7939203186507376269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7939203186507376269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-words-needed.html' title='No Words Needed...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwhIxvRk96Q/TCYAyxJSZSI/AAAAAAAAHk0/iF3cZ_g9b14/s72-c/paul+walker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-2166543327862851946</id><published>2011-01-27T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:41:15.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerning the Hand Sanitizer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh what a day today has been. It is like a serious roller coaster with some SUPER highs and some SUPER lows.. Many a tear has been shed on my part today, a couple happy(i finaly have a reason to buy baby jordans without being weird or creepy!), but most of them sad. I don't think I ever want to go through the trouble and pain of having a pet ever again. Whoever said, 'It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all' was wrong on SO many levels. &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;strong&gt;Day 15 – Something you don’t leave the house without.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well the obvious answer to this question is my purse. I NEVER leave the house without it, because it contains all the things I might possibly need while I am out and about. Most of them are mundane items like makeup, lotion, car keys, etc. A couple things that I always have in my purse that may be a little out of the ordinary are hand sanitizer and my camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Concerning the Hand Sanitizer: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family has come to the conclusion that I am a germ-a-phobe, but really... I'm not! I am just a person who is concerned with staying clean and disease free! Really though, if you SAW the busses and metro cars that we ride on a daily basis, then you would be right there with me. I am not saying that Santiago is a dirty city, because it is FAR from that! They have men working on the parks, streets, etc ALL THE TIME making sure everything stays nice and clean. It is not this specific city that is dirty, rather ALL cities. I am confident that any normal, hygiene concerned person who has been to a big city and specifically have used the public transportation systems would agree with me, that hand sanitizer is a necessity if you don't want to get a disease!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Concerning the Camera:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life happens when you least expect it. People forget things easily. Pictures can bring back a memory faster than anything else(in my opinion). These three factors make it common sense for people to keep a camera with them at all times. You never know when you will want or need to take a picture of something. This applies especially to those of us in situations where you can expect strange to things to happen on a daily basis. By living in a foreign country, I am subjected to crazy and amazing things ever day. When I get old and forget everything, or have children, or simply wish to reminisce about my time spent here, I want to have a lot of great pictures to help me bring back these memories. Here are a few of my favorite pictures so far…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUJF0jISNlI/AAAAAAAAAcE/71HNbRTLow8/s1600/DSC00325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUJF0jISNlI/AAAAAAAAAcE/71HNbRTLow8/s400/DSC00325.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUJGDr3UoJI/AAAAAAAAAcI/49umDkBOzeA/s1600/DSC00348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUJGDr3UoJI/AAAAAAAAAcI/49umDkBOzeA/s400/DSC00348.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUJGP971YKI/AAAAAAAAAcM/UUElrzrwwfI/s1600/IMG_1945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUJGP971YKI/AAAAAAAAAcM/UUElrzrwwfI/s400/IMG_1945.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUJGZ4gbwvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fuZTmNEU_9A/s1600/IMGP4369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUJGZ4gbwvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fuZTmNEU_9A/s400/IMGP4369.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUJGmUqySSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9mNRfnUeVTY/s1600/IMGP4327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUJGmUqySSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9mNRfnUeVTY/s400/IMGP4327.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUJGqVGjFMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/R1ajygGbZ1k/s1600/IMGP4191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUJGqVGjFMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/R1ajygGbZ1k/s400/IMGP4191.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures aren't necisarily the prettiest I have taken, or the highest quality, but they are all great memories that I will keep with me forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-2166543327862851946?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/2166543327862851946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=2166543327862851946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2166543327862851946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2166543327862851946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/concerning-hand-sanitizer.html' title='Concerning the Hand Sanitizer...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TUJF0jISNlI/AAAAAAAAAcE/71HNbRTLow8/s72-c/DSC00325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-998890975348275182</id><published>2011-01-26T21:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:13:20.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's a Young Money Millionaire.. Guilty Pleasures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So... It has been a few days. This daily blogging thing really isn't just working out for me. I am going to try to keep it up as much as I can, but don't expect toooooo much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On&amp;nbsp;a higher note, I just hammered out 8 pages in less than one hour. Nothing like last minute homework with a midnight deadline for turning things in. It really helps that I have a 4 hour time difference buffer...That way if anything is dues at Midnight UT time, I have until 4am here to finish it. Ha. Let's all pray I don't make a habit of taking advantage of that time change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moving right along...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 13 – Your favorite musician and why?&lt;/strong&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 really don't like words that have a certain finality about them like 'favorite.' I don't think I actually have a FAVORITE anything. I like to have my options and being forced to dub something my favorite kinda feels like I am cutting off all other options, so I will be sharing two of my 'favorite' musicians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First we have Justin Timberlake. DUH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/files/2009/09/justin-timberlake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/files/2009/09/justin-timberlake.jpg" width="240" /&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;How could I possibly not include him in this category? I have only been in love with him for like FOREVER. And obviously, when I say forever I mean since I was in about 5th grade. At one point my bedroom walls were literally covered with posters of him, and yes I do own the No Strings Attached marionette Justin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stereogum.com/img/justin_doll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://www.stereogum.com/img/justin_doll.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;He really is SO talented. A lot of people have given me a hard time for loving him so much, and have even argued that he has no musical talent. SERIOUSLY PEOPLE?! I mean come on, he brought sexy back. How can you say he doesn’t have talent?! Most of us didn’t even know sexy left, so for him to bring it back shows immense amounts of talent. JT &amp;lt;3er 4 LIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBC7pilGoPc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBC7pilGoPc&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;(sadly this youtube video wouldnt let me embed it into the post, but it is worth the click ... it will take you away from this page so maybe try right clicking and then open it in a new tab or window... and exscuse the first 5 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;This is also QUALITY JT Entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o1yK6RYXMYQ" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Second we have Lil Wayne. YOUNG MONEY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S3XEraQZjGk/TQ4e7-ZDXvI/AAAAAAAAQT4/3i1LtWZ3eIA/s400/lil+wayne+6+7+foot+lyrics+video.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S3XEraQZjGk/TQ4e7-ZDXvI/AAAAAAAAQT4/3i1LtWZ3eIA/s400/lil+wayne+6+7+foot+lyrics+video.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I know, I know. HE is so disgusting, right? And yet he has this &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;je ne sais quoi. &lt;/i&gt;I have discussed this many times with my girls Holly, Britt, Em, and Morgan, and we all agree that he is so disgusting and yet something about him is just so hot. In yet another deep conversation, the girls and &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I decided that it is just something about his swagger and his flow that makes us love him so much. &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;What else can I say? He’s ‘a dope boy with a guitar.’ ;) Yes that is right, he is and UNREAL guitarist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rap-up.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/wayne-guitar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" s5="true" src="http://www.rap-up.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/wayne-guitar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;I can already hear your protests and comments of disgust coming my way, but whatever. I am going to do as I have been advised by my wonderfully wise aunt and ‘let my freak flag proudly fly’ as she so eloquently put it. I like what I like, and I make no excuses for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhhh Guilty Pleasures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 14 – A TV show you’re currently addicted to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Ohhh! More guilty pleasures! Seriously, there is only ONE show that I suppose you could say I am addicted to, Grey’s Anatomy! Basically I LOVE IT! I mean really, what’s not to love? How could anyone now absolutely LOVE a show where there are characters with names like McDreamy and McSteamy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mrtg_rpcZFI" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;I mean really?! Did you SEE their hair? Ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, in all honesty though, I have watched this show for 7 seasons now. SEVEN! These characters are practically real to me. For those of you who have never watched a show for that amount of time, I probably sound like a crazy. But for those of you know know what I mean, well… you know what I mean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;The show really doesn’t get all the props it deserves. It is a finely tuned balancing act! The perfect amount of work life mixed with the perfect amount of personal life. The perfect amount of drama mixed with the perfect amount of comedy. The perfect amount of returning storyline mixed with the perfect amount of episode to episode story line. The humor on this show is EXACTLY my kind of humor. There are so many characters and each character is so dynamic, that there is always someone you can relate to. Always someone you can connect with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;And once again… McDreamy and McSteamy… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.sheknows.com/articles/McDreamy-vs-McSteamy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" s5="true" src="http://cdn.sheknows.com/articles/McDreamy-vs-McSteamy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;HELLOOOOO!!! Not to mention The Hotness Monster joined them last season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iIppzIwwlxc/SiRRFWGWoBI/AAAAAAAAEA4/_SmAVD_BlPc/s400/jesse_williams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iIppzIwwlxc/SiRRFWGWoBI/AAAAAAAAEA4/_SmAVD_BlPc/s320/jesse_williams.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;If I ever get sick and need surgery, I want to be taken to Seattle Grace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-998890975348275182?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/998890975348275182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=998890975348275182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/998890975348275182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/998890975348275182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/hes-young-money-millionaire-guilty.html' title='He&apos;s a Young Money Millionaire.. Guilty Pleasures.'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/o1yK6RYXMYQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-4070523009097385074</id><published>2011-01-23T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:57:37.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a City...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 12&lt;/strong&gt; – A photograph of the town you live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I don't live in a TOWN...I live in a CITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTzkiPYgUnI/AAAAAAAAAb8/DzNWveyZKH4/s1600/santiago-de-chile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTzkiPYgUnI/AAAAAAAAAb8/DzNWveyZKH4/s400/santiago-de-chile.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really enjoy living in the city of Santiago. There are so many entertaining aspects of city life that may seem mundane and common to most of the people who live here, but coming from Alpine Ut, they fascinate me. I have always been a people watcher, and being in a big city is like heaven for us people watchers. There are people EVERYWHERE! I will admit, I prefer to watch from a slight distance, so being in a ‘taco’ on the bus, when you don’t have an inch of space to your right or left is not my ideal for people watching, but I will take it. I also have noticed that I have become the ‘watched’ since moving here. Everywhere I go, especially when the whole family (6 of us total) is out and about, people tend to stare. Whatever, watch me if you want, but don’t expect me to look away when I see you staring at me. I will stare straight back and we can have a staring contest, and trust me, I will win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another fun fact about this city, there are parrots everywhere! Usually when you think big city, exotic animal life isn’t anywhere near the front of your brain. The first few weeks I was here, Josh kept telling me about all the parrots and asking me if I had seen them. I thought he was full of it and I told him that he needed to prove to me that there were parrots. Every time we went out for a walk he would keep his eyes peeled for parrots. He could always here them squawking away, but could never see one clear enough to point out to me. I told him, ‘Josh those are just regular ugly birds, not parrots.’ Yup, that is a quote. Finally, just over a week ago I saw a parrot! He was right! We were walking over to a park to play catch and there it was, just hopping along on the side of the side walk. Looking for nuts to eat and chirping away. It was so cute, and I quickly understood why it had been so difficult for Josh to point them out to me. They are a bright green color that blends perfectly with all the leaves on the trees. Aren’t they just toooo cute!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/RrfCdEITH8I/AAAAAAAAC74/bppHNr4jMlE/s400/img067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/RrfCdEITH8I/AAAAAAAAC74/bppHNr4jMlE/s320/img067.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yes, I live in a City. But I do not claim the city. If the question has said something along the lines of ‘Show a picture of YOUR town’ then we would be talking about Alpine, Ut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTzqi0So_pI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ORJlfXaa_tM/s1600/alpine-utah.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTzqi0So_pI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ORJlfXaa_tM/s400/alpine-utah.gif" width="400" /&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;Even though my family no longer lives or owns a home in Alpine, I still consider it mine. My town. I probably always will. In my opinion, it can’t get more picturesque or idyllic than Alpine. Who wouldn’t love to live in such a beautiful, friendly community, nestled in the corner of the mountains. Not too close to everything else, but not far either. Ahhh The Pine. How I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well that is 12 days down and…. more to go. Ha. I was going to do a double feature today, but it is almost midnight and I just don’t have the energy. Teaching sunbeams in two languages wiped me out, both mentally and physically! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just as a reminder to myself, these are the remaining posts. And I can tell you right know, there are a few future post that I absolutely refuse to do! So be prepared for some changes in this list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day 13 – Your favorite musician and why? &lt;br /&gt;Day 14 – A TV show you’re currently addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 – Something you don’t leave the house without.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 – Your celebrity crush.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 – A photo of you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 – Something you crave a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 – Another picture of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 – The meaning behind your blog name.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 – A photo of something that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 – A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 – 15 facts about you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 – A photo of something that means a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 – What’s in your purse?&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 – A photo of somewhere you’ve been to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 – A picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 – Your favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 – Something you could never get tired of doing.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 – A photograph of youself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-4070523009097385074?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/4070523009097385074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=4070523009097385074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/4070523009097385074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/4070523009097385074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-in-city.html' title='Life in a City...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTzkiPYgUnI/AAAAAAAAAb8/DzNWveyZKH4/s72-c/santiago-de-chile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-3364970228968688342</id><published>2011-01-21T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:59:39.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This describes my life right now...</title><content type='html'>I feel like this clip portrays my spanish speaking skills at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jxqKIVoJ4mI?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Ok. I'm not THAT BAD! But sometimes I feel like I will never get a hold of this whole language thingy. I have to seriously concintrate in order to get ANYTHING. And if you catch me unprepared, well you can just forget it, because the first thing that pops into my head is Uhhhhhhhhhh, No entiendo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few seconds&amp;nbsp;of this one are pretty close also... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Vp5SXwQS2sg" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-3364970228968688342?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/3364970228968688342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=3364970228968688342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/3364970228968688342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/3364970228968688342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-describes-my-life-right-now.html' title='This describes my life right now...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jxqKIVoJ4mI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-1993387191036502539</id><published>2011-01-20T14:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:41:06.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 11&lt;/strong&gt; – What’s in your makeup bag?&lt;br /&gt;It would really be a much easier question to ask what ISN'T in my makeup bag! Althought, what is in my bag and what i USE out of my bag, are two very different questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day to day I don't really wear a lot of make up, but there are a few things you can count on me to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First is Loriel Bare Naturals Mineral Powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://di102.shoppingshadow.com/images/di/73/43/53/6a4b67735033614e6e636e3171704442746641-149x149-0-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://di102.shoppingshadow.com/images/di/73/43/53/6a4b67735033614e6e636e3171704442746641-149x149-0-0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is nice and light, but still gives good coverage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next is Maybelline Define-A-Line in Soft Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmeticcandy.me.uk/ekmps/shops/suziegroome/images/maybelline-define-a-line-eye-liner-ebony-black-1849-p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" s5="true" src="http://www.cosmeticcandy.me.uk/ekmps/shops/suziegroome/images/maybelline-define-a-line-eye-liner-ebony-black-1849-p.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just a thin line on the upper lash line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then obviously Mascara... I usually rotate through mascaras because I like to try new products. Right now I have two that I use.&lt;br /&gt;The first is Maybelline Define-A-Lash- yes it came in a set with the eyeliner. I like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/114vIDpHJdL._AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/114vIDpHJdL._AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The second is Revoln Grow Luscious by Fabulash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dolleiseah.com.sg/features/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://www.dolleiseah.com.sg/features/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/148.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really Really REALLY love this mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually have a lot of lip gloss with me also, but two of them are my very favorites.&lt;br /&gt;The first is a lipstain + balm called Revoln Just Bitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imperfectparent.com/tipsters/beauty/files/2010/10/revlon_jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://imperfectparent.com/tipsters/beauty/files/2010/10/revlon_jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love all the colors, but you have to make sure your lips aren't dry or flaky when you put it on, or it will look splotcy on your lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The second is CO Bigelow Mentha Lip Tint in the color Pink Mint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momfinds.com/files/2010/02/co_bigelow_mentha_lip_tint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://www.momfinds.com/files/2010/02/co_bigelow_mentha_lip_tint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I get mine from Bath and Body Works. It is great by its self, or as a glossy cover for lip tints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In﻿ other news, my mom was called to work with the Young Women and my dad with the Young Men. Every thursday is when they meet for their activities, which means everyone except Josh and I will be&amp;nbsp;heading up to the church.&amp;nbsp;More importantly that means&amp;nbsp;PARTY TIME for&amp;nbsp;me and Josh. Tonight we went for a walk to a small grocery store/pastelleria down the street and got some Empanada&amp;nbsp;for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What kind?&amp;nbsp;Jamon y&amp;nbsp;Queso. Or Ham and Cheese for all you&amp;nbsp;gringos. I told&amp;nbsp;Josh he could also pick a drink&amp;nbsp;and a treat.&amp;nbsp;He is such a weird child, he picked Canada Dry Ginger Ale for our drink... Ha Whatever kid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTjH6oyCWlI/AAAAAAAAAb4/t2Be2Ny0S8k/s1600/IMGP4423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTjH6oyCWlI/AAAAAAAAAb4/t2Be2Ny0S8k/s400/IMGP4423.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pardon my lack of makeup. We went to the pool right before dinner.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We took our food to the park across the street to eat it, and are now sitting inside watching The Day of the Polar Bear.&amp;nbsp;They just caught a Mommy&amp;nbsp;Polar Bear with&amp;nbsp;two cubs, and sedated the mother so they could take some measurements and put a tracking collar on her. The cubs were&amp;nbsp;so cute! SoI think I might want a pet&amp;nbsp;polar bear now. Also I want a pet elephant, because of the baby elephant at the&amp;nbsp;Hogle Zoo. :-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-1993387191036502539?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/1993387191036502539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=1993387191036502539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1993387191036502539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1993387191036502539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-11.html' title='In other news...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTjH6oyCWlI/AAAAAAAAAb4/t2Be2Ny0S8k/s72-c/IMGP4423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-7340599045311121378</id><published>2011-01-19T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:24:13.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooooood....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 9&lt;/strong&gt; – A photo of the item you last purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be come as quite a shock for most of you, especially those who know my spending habbits and love for shopping, but I have made hardly any purchases this past month! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick side note... CAN YOU BELIEVE I HAVE BEEN HERE OVER A MONTH?!?!? Cause I sure can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to shopping. I have gone to the mall a couple times, but everything here is SO expensive. Part of the reason is becaue we are living in an 'upper class' neighborhood, where most people have some money. The other reason things are expensive is becaue the American Dollar is so weak and unlike the American economy, the Chillean economy is thriving. Exchange rates are not so fun. As of right now the exchange rate is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 U.S. dollar = 491.883915 Chilean pesos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is up a little from when I first arrived (1=465) but it is still not great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another reason I haven't bought much is because I have no room for anything extra! I am sharing a closet with jennie that is about 3 feet across.... it is TINY! I have never even had a closet this small for only myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So... the last thing that I bought was... food. I know boring. I was suppose to make the boys lunch and didn't know what to cook, so I took them to the grocery store hoping to find something easy there. Alas, I found nothing, so we headed home with the few staples that we are always running low on. I don't have a picture of it so you will just have to use your imagination. I did however buy a little bag of gummy candies for us to all share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They are called Frugeles. It is pronounced FRU-HEL-E but Josh likes to call them FRUGGLES(like muggles with an f)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://grupoadm.cl/blogregalospublicitarios/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Frugele-Publicitario.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://grupoadm.cl/blogregalospublicitarios/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Frugele-Publicitario.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are pretty good, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 10&lt;/strong&gt; – A photo of our favorite place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh..... this would be todays post, considering I went to bed last night and woke up this morning with the strongest craving for Cafe Rio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.eastvalleytribune.com/old_images/40/caferio1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" n4="true" src="http://blogs.eastvalleytribune.com/old_images/40/caferio1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pork Salad. Extra Meat.&amp;nbsp;Pinto Beans. Shreaded Lettus. No Cillantro. House Dressing. and a DIET COKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://utahdinersguide.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/cafe-rio-pork-salad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://utahdinersguide.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/cafe-rio-pork-salad.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I also need Melissa to be here to share it with me, because I could never finish all that food by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom promissed me that we could find a way to make this ourselves soon. A few people have already sent me recipes via facebook, but if any of you know of a good one you would like me to try, feel free to send it my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I need to find a REAL Diet Coke to go with my salad. All they have down here is Coca-Cola Light... which tastes like Coke Zero(BLECK). I need my real Diet Coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... I sound like a fat kid. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-7340599045311121378?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/7340599045311121378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=7340599045311121378&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7340599045311121378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7340599045311121378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/fooooood.html' title='Fooooood....'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-830106949051125465</id><published>2011-01-17T20:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:40:45.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous</title><content type='html'>Day 8 – A song to match your mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Well, what a day for this post. Today I was not in the best of moods. I didn't sleep well last night, and just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It didn't help that I didn't get ready or even leave the apartment for that matter. Those two things are guaranteed to make for an onery Sarah. I know these things about myself, there are things that I have to do otherwise I won't have a good day. It seems like the days I need to do those things most, are the days that are the hardest for me to have any desire to do those little things. &lt;br /&gt;Because of my slight mood today, I figured the song 'Dangerous' would work well for this. I will be the first to admit that I can be dangerous when I am in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VJkjwQ1ijIg?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number one no-no for me is not getting out of the house and doing something. Even if I am very produdctive and busy inside, if I don't get some fresh(ish) air and sunshine, then I am almost sure to have a bad day. Today was SO HOT (I thought about choosing Hot In Herre-Nelly for my song cause I am still dieing at midnight) that I had no desire to leave the cool air and shade of my apartment. Not to self, it is worth the heat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-830106949051125465?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/830106949051125465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=830106949051125465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/830106949051125465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/830106949051125465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/dangerous.html' title='Dangerous'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VJkjwQ1ijIg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-8609298375831637541</id><published>2011-01-16T20:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:30:26.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love!</title><content type='html'>Yes this is a two-fer again..I am just not cut out for this blogging every day thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 – A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren't really any exotic or strange animals that I would love to keep as a pet, but recently I met a dog that I would have LOVED to be able to take home from me. This little guy... ok he isn't really little but he was so precious!&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTO10ZlGDJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-aObq4uDJ5c/s1600/DSC00308+a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTO10ZlGDJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-aObq4uDJ5c/s400/DSC00308+a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jennie will love me for putting this picture up!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ On December 30th my family went to Vina del Mar to spend New Years with our friend Bojidarka. She lives in a beautiful apartment complex that overlooks the bay and is super close to some amazing beaches. The morning of the 31st we walked a couple of miles to a super nice beach right by the Sheraton in Vina. As soon as we got to the beach we staked out our spot and started to settle in. While setting everything up, I noticed a stray dog that had followed us over to our spot. He looked like a Rottweiler/Lab mix or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTO1wJ2j4-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/RTNN6tW47OI/s1600/DSC00304+a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTO1wJ2j4-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/RTNN6tW47OI/s400/DSC00304+a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is really not that odd to see stray dogs around. They are everywhere, and I truly mean EVERYWHERE! Usually these dogs look pretty mangy and scary, possibly disease ridden. This dog looked surprisingly healthy and mild tempered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we settled in the boys headed out to the water and the dog followed them. Because the water comes up from Antarctica, it is FREEZING COLD! Nate and Josh were determined to get in and use their boogie-boards that they got for Christmas, but it took them a while to make it into the water. They would walk out a few feet, but when a wave would come in they would retreat back up the beach. The dog (I feel like I should give him a name, how about Dwayne, named after D. Wade) would run out with the boys and as the waves came in, he too retreated back up the beach barking and snapping at the water that lapped at his paws. It was just too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTO2GGxRYEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/XmhdJVImzno/s1600/IMGP4303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTO2GGxRYEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/XmhdJVImzno/s400/IMGP4303.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he got sick of this game he came and sat by my mom while she took pictures, then came and laid down next to me. I was getting my tan on and scoping out the guys. Sadly there weren’t many to my liking. When Jennie and my dad got out the Frisbee he took off again. Chasing it up and down the beach, running between the two of them trying to catch the Frisbee before one of them got to it. It really was so amusing to watch! When it came time to go home, Dwayne followed us most of the way there. As much as I wanted him to come with us, I knew that he needed to stay at the beach where he was well fed by the throngs of tourists and beach goers. He surely would not have been in the neighborhood and apartment complex we were headed two. After following us for nearly a mile, he turned back and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTO2Kgzg0PI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9VXUvU-m1ek/s1600/IMGP4304+a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTO2Kgzg0PI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9VXUvU-m1ek/s400/IMGP4304+a.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right know, if I could keep a pet, it would be him (obviously after choosing to have my &lt;a href="http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/12/christian-lion.html"&gt;Kodah&lt;/a&gt; back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 – Your dream wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, not my favorite question, so I will keep it short and simple, partially because I have not really thought about this. So how about a Summer wedding that is pretty Hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-8609298375831637541?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/8609298375831637541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=8609298375831637541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8609298375831637541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8609298375831637541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTO10ZlGDJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-aObq4uDJ5c/s72-c/DSC00308+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-8157711384565010862</id><published>2011-01-14T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:42:44.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So very far behind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I know, I am so far behind! So very very far behind! And so this evening you get&amp;nbsp;three questions(Day 3, 4, and 5)&amp;nbsp;for the price of one. However, I am trying to find a good reason not to answer #3(Your idea of the perfect first date). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The reason being, is that I have had very VERY few first dates that were even enjoyable, much less perfect. Although I suppose that is the way first dates go for most people. If they all went well then there wouldn't be many single people left in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ok, here goes. I'll just get it over with, like ripping off a band-aide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.&lt;/div&gt;My idea of the perfect first date... Well, How about lower bowl tickets to a good Jazz game. Please note the word GOOD in that sentence. I would rather not watch the Jazz play the Kings, or the T-Wolves, or the Wizards. I am thinking more along the lines of Jazz vs Magic, or Spurs, or Celtics. Probably not a Jazz/Lakers game, because that would probably get me into hot water pretty quickly, and I am assuming that we want this imaginary date to turn out well. After the game we could swing by Cafe Rio for a little dinner and call it an night. &lt;br /&gt;... wait a second, this is all sounding familiar. Haven't I done this before? Oh yes! With MORGAN! Jazz vs Spurs, Lower Bowl tickets(actually our TICKETS were upper bowl but we SAT in lower bowl seats...shhh), Cafe Rio after the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTDQMKmTbTI/AAAAAAAAAao/eWb_h3TebvA/s1600/IMGP4059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTDQMKmTbTI/AAAAAAAAAao/eWb_h3TebvA/s320/IMGP4059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok... NEXT PLEASE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 4 – Your favorite photograph of your best friend.&lt;/div&gt;Ohhh... this is another question I am not particularly fond of, because I find it unfair to assume that I only have one best friend. I know that best implies better than the rest, and I cannot say that I have a BEST friend. I have many best friends for many different occasions and settings. Therefore I am changing this to read your favorite photograph of you and your BEST FRIENDS! ... Sticking with the theme of the day, I will be featuring 3 of my BFFS here... Actually let’s build on things shall we and make it 4!&amp;nbsp; ..Also these are not really my FAVORITES of these girls, but they are of them and ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we see Melissa Hawkes Anjewierden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD3lSCjYkI/AAAAAAAAAas/m0bxda7NuYs/s1600/Me+and+melis.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD3lSCjYkI/AAAAAAAAAas/m0bxda7NuYs/s320/Me+and+melis.bmp" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD3o3AoqmI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8c4G2MlQDOM/s1600/Me+and+melissa.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD3o3AoqmI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8c4G2MlQDOM/s320/Me+and+melissa.bmp" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were ever FORCED to pick a Best Friend, I am talking gun to my head forced, then I would have to say it is her. She is my cousin and we have been Best Friends since before I can remember. Despite the fact that we grew up 100's of mile apart (Utah and California) we always were each other’s BFF's. Whenever we were on family vacations together we would be connected at the hip! When it came time for my family to leave (we always left first for some lame reason), Melissa would jump in the back seat of our car and ‘hide’ so that she could come home with me. As we got older, we began to call each other on the weekends and talk for hours and hours about things from boys to school, and everything in between. Each summer I would fly out to California and spent a week or two with her and her family. Her dad even went so far as to take me with them on a family vacation to Hawaii when we were 16 years old. Once graduated from high school Melissa moved out to Utah to attend Utah Valley University, UVSC at the time. She and I took a few classes together and had the time of our lives! If we weren’t able to get into a class together, we always made sure to schedule a lunch break at the same time. However eating lunch was rarely how that time was filled. It usually consisted of sitting in the halls of UVU watching all the people pass by us. She dragged me along on many of her dates, insisting that the guy bring a friend for me. When either of us experience heart break, the other was right there for comfort and support. Many nights were spent with the two of us smashed into her tiny twin bed, talking, laughing, and even crying. I don’t know what I would have done without this girl! A little over a year ago she married Greg Anjewierden and I couldn’t be more happy for her! He is an amazing guy. Hopefully soon the two of them will have a little Anjewierden crawling around for me to play with! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD7VVYAhmI/AAAAAAAAAbY/GC1U9TKO5Ns/s1600/Moo+and+Greg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD7VVYAhmI/AAAAAAAAAbY/GC1U9TKO5Ns/s320/Moo+and+Greg.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up we have Brittany Loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD30kIdYTI/AAAAAAAAAa4/BPqihR7-NWA/s1600/me+and+britt.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD30kIdYTI/AAAAAAAAAa4/BPqihR7-NWA/s320/me+and+britt.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Britt and I have known each other for a LONG TIME; however we have not been friends for all of that time. Britt and her family moved to Utah from Washington State when I was still in junior high. Her dad got a job as the Head Coach for HAST, the competitive swim team that my brothers and I were part of. As the head coach, everyone knew who his children were. Brittany got a job at the pool as a lifeguard and then transferred over to work at the front desk. When I was 16 years old (Britt was about 20) I also got a job at the front desk, and who do you think the first person to train me was? None other than the fabulous Brittany Loose! While working at the front desk, I actually became good friend with her younger sister Diana. About a year later, Britt left the pool to find her fortune elsewhere. Life experience, which are never easy, and a touch of fate brought Brittany back to the pool where she became my supervisor. At this time I was working almost every day, as was she. We spent so much time together that we became good friends. This was also during a trying time in both of our lives and we were able to lean on each other to get through those times. Since then we have been able to work together in other facets, take classes together at UVU, and get caught in all kind of hooliganism and debauchery! She is so loyal and loving, and is more than I could ever ask for! If I ever need a friend to get me out of a tight spot or help me move on to something new, she is my go-to-girl. From concerts, to snowboarding, to trips to Seattle, we have had endless amounts of fun together and are not planning on letting up any time soon! B.S. For Life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD7j2K8bgI/AAAAAAAAAbc/W1HzlM9oWoQ/s1600/me+and+b.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD7j2K8bgI/AAAAAAAAAbc/W1HzlM9oWoQ/s320/me+and+b.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along we come to Holly Hunter Kimball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD3-fjLlnI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ssNRHBBxdEI/s1600/Me+and+Holly.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD3-fjLlnI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ssNRHBBxdEI/s320/Me+and+Holly.bmp" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Like Britt, Holly and I have known each other much longer than we have called each other friends. And also like Britt, our friendship formed at the good old AFFC. Holly and I first met at the 7th ward in Alpine. Ahhh, The Pine! How I miss it! When my family moved to Alpine, I was 12 and Holly was like 9 or 10, the same age as my little brother Stephen. She and I didn’t really know one another at all until a few years later when she came in to Young Women’s, a youth group that is part of our church. We were still just casual friends at this point in our lives (the age difference between a 12 year old and a 14 year old is quite significant). When I was 17, I went with my mom and little sister to a dance competition that Jennie was competing in, in St George. Jennie happened to dance for the same company as Holly, so Holly was at the competition as well. As all you dancers know, dance competitions tend to drag on FOREVER! I started to get board REALLY FAST, and knew that there was a baseball tournament going on down the street. Being the 17 year old, boy obsessed girl that I was, I convinced Holly and her friend Cassie to come with me to watch the baseball games and things went from there. After getting some boys numbers, trying to meet up with them, and failing miserably, Holly and I formed a friendship! The very next summer, our Stake took all the Young Men and Young Women on a Pioneer Trek. As one of the older girls in YW, I was assigned to be the ‘mother’ of one of the families, and Holly was one of my 3 daughters. If you ask either Holly or me, we will tell you that trek was one of the hardest most miserable experiences we have ever had, and yet it was SO much fun and we wouldn’t trade the experiences for anything. After trek I helped Holly get a job at the AFFC, where she, Britt, and I became an unstoppable trio. We have spent many nights watching endless amounts of Grey’s Anatomy and Smallville, taken moon light ‘jogs’ around the Lone Peak Baseball Diamond, and gone snowboarding sans coat and pants on Valentine’s day together. Holly got married just about a week ago to Mike Kimball, who by the way she met at my house; basement couch, right cushion if you ask him. YEAAA FOR HOLLY AND MIKE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD7MCWgRrI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NtwMNZi57rQ/s1600/Holly+and+Mike.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD7MCWgRrI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NtwMNZi57rQ/s400/Holly+and+Mike.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least is Makinzie Nordstrom Larsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD4L9AirYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4fKPlxZAII4/s1600/Me+and+Kinz.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD4L9AirYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4fKPlxZAII4/s320/Me+and+Kinz.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Kinz and I have known each other for the shortest time out of all these girls, but we have had some of the most amazing experiences together. Makinzie’s family moved in to the 7th ward during out senior year of high school, but she stayed in Washington. Her dad was called as our family’s home teacher, and as such became good friends with our family. When summer rolled around, he told me that his daughter would be moving home and that she wouldn’t know anyone here. My friend Dani (who really should be included in the post) and I met up with her the night she moved in and the three of us attended the singles ward and activates together. Our first year of college, we attended hundreds of school events, thousands of dance parties, and millions of … other things! Ha. Around April of 2007, my brother told me that he and our long time family friend Paul were going to be working in NYC for the summer, and that they needed two girls to come work with them as office managers. I called up Makinzie and right there on the spot, she decided to come with me! One week later I was off to China for a two week vaca, and two weeks after that we were off to the Big Apple, or at least off to Long Island. Bellport to be exact. That summer we were together almost 24/7! Our adventures included getting lost in our bosses car, getting lost on the subway, getting lost on the way to Wendy’s … we get lost a lot together because we are too busy talking or laughing to know where we are going. We spent hours down town, watching old Disney Movies, coloring pictures, and making some amazing friends! July&amp;nbsp;of this year, Makinzie married one of our good friends, Chad Larson. They are just the cutest couple ever and I love them both to death!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD4OkMV9OI/AAAAAAAAAbM/k5Wq_XUeT50/s1600/Kinz+and+Chad.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD4OkMV9OI/AAAAAAAAAbM/k5Wq_XUeT50/s320/Kinz+and+Chad.bmp" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These four amazing women are some of my BEST FRIENDS and I consider myself very lucky to be able to know them and benefit from all their amazing talents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 – A photo of yourself two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD4YyDvVzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/oyYptJ2ByIk/s1600/ME%2521.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTD4YyDvVzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/oyYptJ2ByIk/s400/ME%2521.bmp" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ahhh, me back in the day. Times were so much easier, and yet so much more difficult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-8157711384565010862?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/8157711384565010862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=8157711384565010862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8157711384565010862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8157711384565010862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-very-far-behind.html' title='So very far behind...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TTDQMKmTbTI/AAAAAAAAAao/eWb_h3TebvA/s72-c/IMGP4059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-1210806857190860114</id><published>2011-01-11T17:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:19:57.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Call Me a Culinary Master!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 2- A photo of something you ate today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;This morning Jennie and my mom left for girls camp, which means I get to stay home with all the boys for the next three days. That also means that I had to make lunch today, and oddly enough, the blog challenge asks that I show a picture of something that I ate today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;Well here it is… lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TSz4f5yXTfI/AAAAAAAAAak/wWMVeYstI-4/s1600/IMG_1957+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TSz4f5yXTfI/AAAAAAAAAak/wWMVeYstI-4/s320/IMG_1957+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;No I did not take the time to arrange the food all cutesy and take an artsy little picture of it. I was HUNGRY! I am also not much of a cook, that is to say I don’t really enjoy cooking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;I can make really yummy food when I am in the mood, but that doesn’t happen very often. A pint sized kitchen, with no AC, on a hot day is really not conducive to making me want to cook, so left over’s and queso empanadas from the grocery store it was! I used my expert spreading skills to make PB&amp;amp;J sandwiches and my unreal knife wielding skills to cut up some orange slices and carrot sticks. The pasta salad was left over from dinner on Sunday night. Before lunch I took Josh and Nate to the store to get some more oranges, because we were almost out, and some Fanta. Once we got home and I started to prepare the food, I realized that the oranges I purchased weren’t oranges at all. They were grapefruits. Soooo… since I had already cut one in half, we had grapefruit halves for lunch as well. HA. Talk about a thrown together meal! Bet you wish you could have been here to eat with us. Dinner wasn’t much better. Chicken salads and some rice. Yup, I am a real culinary master! Maybe that is something I should try to change this year…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to self… LEARN HOW TO COOK!&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/8370076124692564711-1210806857190860114?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/1210806857190860114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=1210806857190860114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1210806857190860114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1210806857190860114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2-call-me-culinary-master.html' title='Day 2 - Call Me a Culinary Master!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TSz4f5yXTfI/AAAAAAAAAak/wWMVeYstI-4/s72-c/IMG_1957+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-3981306425749329355</id><published>2011-01-10T20:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:08:09.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1...Be Warned! Its a LONG ONE!</title><content type='html'>Ok... so here goes the start of my 30 day blog challenge... I am kinda pushin it and just starting to type this at ...11:53 PM down here in Chile. Better late than never, Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 – A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TSvJNHLYAsI/AAAAAAAAAag/VHk_BBP8vmo/s1600/1116001137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TSvJNHLYAsI/AAAAAAAAAag/VHk_BBP8vmo/s320/1116001137.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The coloring on this pic is strange... i kinda like it.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;How was my day...&amp;nbsp;Wellllll....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Today started off as an average/uneventful day. I was lucky enough to be able to sleep in until 10:00 am and was woken up by my little brother Josh, who came into my room to inform me that breakfast was ready. Yes, my mom makes me breakfast in the mornings! It is GLORIOUS. This morning she had prepared scrambled eggs, ham, cheese, etc so we could assemble ourselves some breakfast sandwiches. Mmmmmm YUMMY! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;After breakfast I thought it would be a good idea for me to get ready for the day. 'Getting ready' turned into me taking a shower and then deciding that there was no point in doing my hair or wearing make-up, because I fully intended on no leaving the apartment today (call me lazy, I don't care). After pulling my hair back and throwing on some comfy sweats and a t-shirt, I proceeded with my daily routine. Check Email. Check Facebook. Check Twitter. Check Blogger. Check nba.com. REPEAT. This can only occupy my time and my mind for so long before I get sick of it all. Today I decided to get started on my online classes. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I had read through all the course content for my classes and started working on one of the chapters. This morning I was having a hard time remembering what I needed to do next. After re-reading all the general information, I decided I wasn't really in the moooooood to work on any of it. However, feeling the need to acomplish SOMETHING, I assembled a list of all my assignments, arranged by due date, printed it, and taped it to the wall of my room. It's a start, kinda. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;While I was on my computer, and hooked up to our printer, I decide that I was in the mood to color some pictures. I used the trusty Google Images tool and searched up some great coloring pages for me and my little brothers to work on today. The two little boys are doing home school while we are down here, so I told them it was time for 'Art Class'! They were informed that in Sarah's Art Class, they do not have creative license. They were assigned to color their pictures, being sure to STAY IN THE LINES, and all characters were to be colored in exact detail as their original color schemes.&amp;nbsp;As the boys colored their pictures, I read a few chapters of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows out loud to them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, I love to read! Last week I read them a book called .... Um I forgot what it is called! OOPS... But it is a novelised story of the twelve dancing princesses. It&amp;nbsp;was such a fun book. Easy reading, light hearted(kinda), entertaining. My Kind Of Story! Now that we are done with that,&amp;nbsp;I have moved on to&amp;nbsp;Harry Potter. Nathan has read all the books, and Josh&amp;nbsp;has had&amp;nbsp;the first 4 read too him. He&amp;nbsp;has seen the movies of the 5th and 6th, and I just recently read those, so I figured he would be ok to jump right into the 7th.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ynI7I-qnL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ynI7I-qnL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;After reading a few chapters we took a break, and watched a couple episodes of Smallville (I am living a rough life down here, I know).&amp;nbsp;Tom Welling(Clark Kent/Superman) and Justin Heartly(Oliver Queen/Green Arrow)&amp;nbsp;are just toooooooo beautiful not to enjoy on a daily basis. Lois get them both... lucky girl. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/tv_smallville18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" n4="true" src="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/tv_smallville18.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Amid one of our episodes of Smallville, my mother told us that we were being picked up in 30 minutes by a man in our ward, who had invited us to his home to have dinner and FHE! Great mom! Thanks for telling me so I can get ready! Because I had decided NOT to get ready this morning, my hair had dried in a terrible mess, and the only option was to curl it. With a super hot flat iron and the help from my sister Jennie, I managed to make it look somewhat decent. We finished just in time for brother Neilson to arrive and drive us up to his home. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;He lives up in the hills of Las Condes, where most of the expat families in our ward live. The rest of my family has been up in that neighborhood a few time for dinner with other ward members, but it was my first time in that area. I was SHOCKED! It was like we were driving down the streets of Alpine again. If I didn't know better, I would have thought we were in a nice neighborhood in the Unites States! It truly is amazing how much variety there is in Santiago. You can find the richest of the rich as well as the poorest of the poor. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The Neilson family had invited the Bishops family over for dinner and FHE as well. The Bishop (whoes last&amp;nbsp;name escapes me at the moment) has 3 little girls and a brand new baby boy. These girls are sooo stinkin cute. They are from Utah but have lived in Chile for the past 5 years, so they are fluent in both English as well as Spanish. One of them, who is only 6 years old, translates primary for Josh on Sundays. Toooo Cute! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We had a great time eating dinner, hearing a lesson about President Monson, playing Around the World, and watching all the little kids play freeze tag. I also got some quality baby holding time in. I love holding babies... until they start to cry and then I give them back! After a long evening full of laughter, brother Neilson drove us back home. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to express how much&amp;nbsp;I appreciate when people give us rides. When I first got here, I HATED IT. I felt like such a mooch, with our whole family bumming rides off of other ward members, but now I realize that they truly don't mind helping out, and it makes our commute SO MUCH EASIER! Public transit is QUITE the experience... but that is a story for another post. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Now that I have blabbed on about EVERY DEATIL OF MY DAY...... Ha. Hmmmmm.... Really I don't know how to conclude this post, it is really all so random. I guess I can just say that living down here in Chile is fun and exciting ALL THE TIME. Opportunities and experiences keep popping up when I least expect them. I hope you all enjoy reading about these experiences as much as&amp;nbsp;I am enjoying living them. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Night everybody. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;xoxo &lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-3981306425749329355?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/3981306425749329355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=3981306425749329355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/3981306425749329355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/3981306425749329355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1be-warned-its-long-one.html' title='Day 1...Be Warned! Its a LONG ONE!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TSvJNHLYAsI/AAAAAAAAAag/VHk_BBP8vmo/s72-c/1116001137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-2366146647085182929</id><published>2011-01-10T10:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T10:15:59.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold It Against Me</title><content type='html'>BrittBritt is at it again! Her new single was OFFICIALLY released today, after having been leaked on the internet a few weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AXO3uN94LZw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AXO3uN94LZw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Its is a totally new sound for her right? I mean, its no Slave 4 U or Toxic, but its fun. Not sure if I am in LOVE with it but really, you can't really go wrong with a good Britney song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-2366146647085182929?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/2366146647085182929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=2366146647085182929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2366146647085182929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2366146647085182929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/hold-it-against-me.html' title='Hold It Against Me'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-8830455500527827878</id><published>2011-01-09T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:48:15.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Nuevo</title><content type='html'>Feliz Ano Nuevo! and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TSodtqqQ6UI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YJBDLN_lChk/s1600/IMGP4327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TSodtqqQ6UI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YJBDLN_lChk/s320/IMGP4327.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is a new year, and I have SO MUCH FREE TIME down here in Chile, I decided I am going to do the 30 day blog challange... kinda. I am reserving the right to eitehr skip or change any of the LAME questions/blog topics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start tomorrow, because that is how I roll. :) and because I am busy watching The Little Rascals right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zIm1A9x85lI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zIm1A9x85lI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides simply answering the questions, I am also going to be documenting my trip down here on my blog. I brought my Journal so I could write about it, but lets be honest.... it won't happen. I opened my Journal when I unpacked it and guess what the last date I had written in it was... Oct 8, 2008. Yep, I am that good at &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;journal keeping. Typing is so much faster so blogging it will be for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt; – A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt; – A photo of something you ate today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt; – Your idea of the perfect first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt; – Your favorite photograph of your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5&lt;/strong&gt; – A photo of yourself two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 6&lt;/strong&gt; – A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 7&lt;/strong&gt; – Your dream wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 8&lt;/strong&gt; – A song to match your mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 9&lt;/strong&gt; – A photo of the item you last purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 10&lt;/strong&gt; – A photo of our favorite place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 11&lt;/strong&gt; – What’s in your makeup bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 12&lt;/strong&gt; – A photograph of the town you live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 13&lt;/strong&gt; – Your favorite musician and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 14&lt;/strong&gt; – A TV show you’re currently addicted to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 15&lt;/strong&gt; – Something you don’t leave the house without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 16&lt;/strong&gt; – Your celebrity crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 17&lt;/strong&gt; – A photo of you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 18&lt;/strong&gt; – Something you crave a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 19&lt;/strong&gt; – Another picture of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 20&lt;/strong&gt; – The meaning behind your blog name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 21&lt;/strong&gt; – A photo of something that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 22&lt;/strong&gt; – A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 23&lt;/strong&gt; – 15 facts about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 24&lt;/strong&gt; – A photo of something that means a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 25&lt;/strong&gt; – What’s in your purse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 26&lt;/strong&gt; – A photo of somewhere you’ve been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 27&lt;/strong&gt; – A picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 28&lt;/strong&gt; – Your favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 29&lt;/strong&gt; – Something you could never get tired of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 30&lt;/strong&gt; – A photograph of youself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-8830455500527827878?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/8830455500527827878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=8830455500527827878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8830455500527827878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8830455500527827878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2011/01/feliz-ano.html' title='Feliz Ano Nuevo'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TSodtqqQ6UI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YJBDLN_lChk/s72-c/IMGP4327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-8467930612030487180</id><published>2010-12-23T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:14:51.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked In!</title><content type='html'>I share a room with Jennie, and the door to our room can be locked from either the inside or the outside if you have a key. We just keep the key in the keyhole inside of our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TRNz_9OygLI/AAAAAAAAAaI/P6qqFFVuLiw/s1600/IMGP4137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TRNz_9OygLI/AAAAAAAAAaI/P6qqFFVuLiw/s320/IMGP4137.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other day I locked the door so I could change my clothes. Once I was ready to go I went to unlock the door and I could not get the key to turn!!! I had locked myself into my own room. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe if I took the key out of the keyhole, then I could put it back in and THEN unlock the door. Well.. I got the key out, but then I couldn't get it back in! I had to call to someone else and they had to find another key and unlock my room from the outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had been thinking, I could have gone out the door to the terrace that goes along the lenght of our apartment and gone in one of the other doors. DUH... But it is hard to think clearly when you think you have locked yourself into a room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all very Cinderella. My stepmother had locked me in my room, so I couldn't try on the glass slipper and be reuinited with my prince!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TRN1ZxCXN_I/AAAAAAAAAaM/GkBNO0l9JPo/s1600/a%252520Cinderella%252520Disney%2525201950%252520DVD%252520Review%25252010340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TRN1ZxCXN_I/AAAAAAAAAaM/GkBNO0l9JPo/s320/a%252520Cinderella%252520Disney%2525201950%252520DVD%252520Review%25252010340.jpg" width="320" /&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/8370076124692564711-8467930612030487180?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/8467930612030487180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=8467930612030487180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8467930612030487180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8467930612030487180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/12/locked-in.html' title='Locked In!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TRNz_9OygLI/AAAAAAAAAaI/P6qqFFVuLiw/s72-c/IMGP4137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-1671423650067503273</id><published>2010-12-19T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T19:21:33.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I get...</title><content type='html'>Wed 12/15&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Leave&amp;nbsp;@ 9:30am for SLC&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Check in&amp;nbsp;@ 10:30am&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Through security&amp;nbsp;@ 11:00am&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (No imaging machine or pat down for me)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Board plane&amp;nbsp;@ 11:45am&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Flight leaves @ 12:25pm&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Arrive in ATL @ 5:55pm&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Board plane @ 8:00pm&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Flight leaves @ 8:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Thur 12/16&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Arrive in SCL @ 7:30am&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Go through Imigration&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Go through Customs&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Dad and Henry pick me up from the airport&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Arrive at our Apt. @ 10:00am&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 2 HOUR NAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Pool time!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Lots of other stuff&lt;br /&gt;Fri 12/17&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Parents go to Vina for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Take kids to market to buy Kookies and Dougnuts&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Go to park&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Pool time&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Figure out how to light the elements so I can make dinner...AH&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Lots of other stuff&lt;br /&gt;Sat 12/17&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Parents still in Vina&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Clean Apt&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Pool time&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Take busses/metro to the church&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Ward Christmas Party&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Metro home from party&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Grocery Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Walk Xblocks&amp;nbsp;home with grocerys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... What does all of this amount to? Me getting sick. :( I woke up this morning feeling super dehydrated and just so beat up. As soon as I ate, the nausia set in. So I am sitting home alone while my family is at church. I was super excited to go today, because it is the ward Christmas program and my dad is one of the Narrators of the program. There are also tons of SUPER cute little kids in the ward that I can play with! One of the ward members, named Henry(he picked me up from the airport), has 4 of the cutest little girls I have ever seen! Alison, Izzy(Isidora-sp?), Paz, and Sarah. I met Alison and Paz last night at the ward Christmas party. Henry drove our family to the Metro station so it wouldn't take us as long to get home and little Sarah came along for the ride. She is probably 1 or 2 years old. Such a cutie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, ALL the little kids I have seen here are adorable. Big brown eyes. Long eyelashes. Thick dark curly hair. Round little faces. Chubby cheeks. SO CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefuly I can rest up today so I can feel better by tomorrow. We have lots planned for this week, as well as the upcoming weeks. Christmas. Visiting family in Concepcion/Hualpen. New Years in Vina. I MUST GET BETTER SOON... or even NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...also my spellcheck has been switched to Spanish somehow. When I try to spellcheck this, it sais almost every word was spelled incorrectly. Oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-1671423650067503273?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/1671423650067503273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=1671423650067503273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1671423650067503273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1671423650067503273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-what-i-get.html' title='This is what I get...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-5985520045452032344</id><published>2010-12-16T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:38:02.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM HERE!!</title><content type='html'>I am here, and I am pooped! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Last night at 8:00 PM Atlanta time( 6:00 UT and 10:00 CH) I boarded my flight from ATL to SCL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TQp3X0uObTI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rrVmuxHvzzQ/s1600/1215002013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TQp3X0uObTI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rrVmuxHvzzQ/s320/1215002013.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A fabulous friend of mine who will remain un named provided me with some 'drugs' so I could sleep through my flight. You see, I am DEATHLY terrified of flying. If I fly without taking something, I am guarenteed to have a panic attack. Not fun. Especially when on a plane surrounded by strangers with no way out. SOOO... I took my little coctail of Xanex and Dramamine(I cleared it with a pharmasist first. No worries) and I was asleep before we even taxied away from the gate! Thank goodness too, because taking off is the worst part of flying for me. After a few hours they started to serve dinner and all the noise woke me up. The food was okish; some pasta dish, a salad, a roll, and a cookie. After that it was lights out for me! I slept so deeply that the flight went by very fast. I did wake up at one point and checked to see if there was any light outside yet. There was a beautiful sunrise. I was seated on the east side of the plane so I was able to watch the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TQp3yhuQlYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/biOviO7yuic/s1600/IMGP4103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TQp3yhuQlYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/biOviO7yuic/s320/IMGP4103.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After sleeping for a little bit longer, I woke up to breakfast being served; a breakfast sandwhich, a bananna, and juice. Then it was back to sleep for me untill the wheels hit the runway. I am still feeling a bit sore from sitting in an awkward airplane chair for 9.5 hours, but all in all it wasn't too bad. My flight arrived at 8:15ish CL time, which is 4:15 UT time, so needless to say I was TIRED&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After getting forr the plane, I had to go through imigration. Because I have been to Chile before, I didn't have to pay the $140 entrance fee that US Citizens usually have to pay. I was able to go directly to imigration. Luckily I had filled out all the paperwork correctly so the imigration officers didn't need to ask me any questions. At this point my brain was so fried that there was NO way I could have communicated in spanish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was off to customs. My bags were some of the last to come off the plane so I had to wait quite a while for my luggage, and while I was waiting, one of the drug/food sniffing dogs came over to check out one of my carryons. They had me pull a bunch of stuff out, and then determined that he had smelt my vitamins, and I was good to go. Customs quickly cleared my luggage and I was out the door, where about 50 men with taxies and signs stood. Luckily at the back of the pack I spotted my dad! A man in the ward, named Henry, had driven my dad to the airport to pick me up. I am so gratful that I didn't have to jump in a taxi of take a bus to get home. I was WAY too tired to think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I got home(a 16 storie apt building, we live on the 14th floor) and as soon as we rang the doorbell, I could hear Joshy runing to the door. He attacked me with&amp;nbsp;a hug and then gave me the grand tour of the apartment.&amp;nbsp;3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a family/dining room, a kitchen, and a laundry room. It is really quite nice. I will post pictures when I get time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did after getting my luggage to my room, was take a nap! Then around 2 I headed to the pool with Josh, Nate, and Jennie. It is a small pool but not too small. Perfect for taning and lounging around in, but not long enought for me to swim laps. It is however long enough for me to have mini swim practices with Nathan and Josh. Today we worked on Butterfly and Freestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TQp4ZC_V1MI/AAAAAAAAAaA/EzL9o5eTNeM/s1600/IMGP4106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TQp4ZC_V1MI/AAAAAAAAAaA/EzL9o5eTNeM/s320/IMGP4106.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TQp4hXVeayI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Sw6l2cp0Slk/s1600/IMGP4109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TQp4hXVeayI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Sw6l2cp0Slk/s320/IMGP4109.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it has been a LONG day, and it is only 5:30. I am thinking I should take another nap. Yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-5985520045452032344?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/5985520045452032344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=5985520045452032344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/5985520045452032344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/5985520045452032344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-here.html' title='I AM HERE!!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TQp3X0uObTI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rrVmuxHvzzQ/s72-c/1215002013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-7258518584274903450</id><published>2010-12-16T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:10:36.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin at ATL</title><content type='html'>I am hanging out in the Atlanta airport. That means that by some miracle I arrived here from SLC ALIVE!!! Yeah Me. My flight from SLC to ATL wasn’t too bad at all. It was a little bumpy at first but evened out pretty quickly. The guy sitting next to me only hit on me like two times. No Big Deal. I slept the rest of the time, but I am 99% positive that I snored a little bit while I was sleeping.&amp;nbsp;Oh well. Entertainment for people around me I guess. &lt;br /&gt;After getting off the plane I had to drag(literally cause one of them is so heavy!) my bags to the train at the ATL and ride over to a different concoursfrom where my previous flight had arrived. It wasn’t too difficult to find and I had a 2 hour layover so I wasn’t stressed or in any kind of a hurry. Halleluiah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am sitting by my gate waiting for the flight to SCL, I am hearing a lot of Spanish conversations and I am evesdropping so I can try to practice my Spanish. So far I have been lucky if I am able to pick up 2 or 3 words every few seconds. They are talking SO FAST and mumbling. SPEAK UP PEOPLE! Slow down and enunciate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHO… no internet here so I am going to have post this later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is a SUPER creepy priest that just keeps walking around with his head down looking at people from under his eyebrows. It is SOOOO Creepers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TQpyK7FzR4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/K8Ouct5vJMg/s1600/downsized_1215001053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TQpyK7FzR4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/K8Ouct5vJMg/s320/downsized_1215001053.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AND... My tennis shoes didn't fit in my suitcase :( So I had to WEAR THEM! Ew... I look like SUCH a Dork!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-7258518584274903450?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/7258518584274903450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=7258518584274903450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7258518584274903450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7258518584274903450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/12/chillin-at-atl.html' title='Chillin at ATL'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TQpyK7FzR4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/K8Ouct5vJMg/s72-c/downsized_1215001053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-2688304140975164009</id><published>2010-12-05T22:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:14:00.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting My Baby Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/btuxO-C2IzE?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Have you seen this clip before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(Yes, I know I start most posts with a youtube video. WHATEVER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It is such a cute, heart warming story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, today the same thing happened to me, only vastly different... House Bunny anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As you may or may not know, my family sold our house a few months ago so they could move to Chile. Because my family sold our house, I had to give my puppy away. I wasn't able to keep him since I live in an apartment closer to school, work, etc. Giving Kodah away was probably one of the saddest things I have ever had to do. I kept telling myself that if giving a pet away has been one of the hardest things to happen in my life up to this point, then that just means I have been lucky to not have too many adversities in my life. But regardless, IT WAS HARD!!! I cried and cried and cried about having to give Kodah away. He is my baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyJFaBFOxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/AcFd2mwaQ_Q/s1600/Kodah2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyJFaBFOxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/AcFd2mwaQ_Q/s320/Kodah2.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Look how cute he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a junior in high school, I decided that I wanted a dog. Not a big dog, but not a tiny dog either. Nothing to frilly of fuffy, but not a meany dog either. So I decided I should get a Miniature Pinscher! I showed my parents countless pictures like these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyGwnAsw1I/AAAAAAAAAY8/mh6gWQFxuzs/s1600/min%252Bpin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyGwnAsw1I/AAAAAAAAAY8/mh6gWQFxuzs/s320/min%252Bpin.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Note to reader... these two are not my puppy... mine is even cuter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyGzLEH_HI/AAAAAAAAAZA/g22cQap-qs0/s1600/miniature_pinsher2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyGzLEH_HI/AAAAAAAAAZA/g22cQap-qs0/s320/miniature_pinsher2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and assured them that I would take care of everything(buy the dog, pay for shots, train him, etc). Despite all my efforts, my dad still said no. My mom was a little more open to the idea. Then one day, a lady came in to the fitness center, where I worked at the time, with a cute little MinPin in her arms. After talking to her for a while, I found out that a friend of hers had two MinPins and that their female was expecting a litter of puppies very soon. I convinced my mom to come with me to talk to them about their litter of puppies and to meet their dogs. After the puppies were born, I convinced my dad to come with me to actually SEE the puppies. Everyone knows that if you can just get your parents to LOOK at the puppies, then you have practically won the battle! Puppy power is just too strong to resist. No one can say no to a puppy once they have seen and held them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months after visiting the new born puppies and making a down payment, (yes I made a down payment on a dog, no I did not make a down payment on my car) we got to come back to visit the puppies again. This time I got to pick which of the puppies was going to be mine! I had already told them I wanted one of the male puppies with the traditional black and rust coloring, they also had some of the more ‘chocolate’ colored pups. These little dogs had more energy than I could have ever imagined! They were in a wire pen and when they saw us come into the garage, they did everything imaginable to try to get out. They wanted to play!!! One howled, one jumped, one tried to climb the fence. It was so funny! Once we had them all out of the cage they got even more excited. I remember the puppy my dad was holding climbed up his arm onto his shoulder and attempted to get up to the top of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before coming to choose a puppy I had researched how to pick the best puppy. Everything I had read suggested you pick one that had a medium temperament. Not the most energetic playful in the bunch, but not the most docile either. I wasn’t sure how I would pick because ALL of these puppies were EXTREAMLY energetic! There was one, however, that was slightly less excitable than the others. And that lucky puppy was the one I chose!We still needed to wait another few weeks before we could bring him home, so I went home and started preparing. The first thing I did was buy him a blinged out collar from PetSmart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week that I was able to bring my puppy home also happened to be the week of the Stake Pioneer Trek. I told my mom that I didn’t want her to go get him until I was back, because I wanted to be the first one to play with him…he was MY puppy after all. She didn’t listen to me! Ha. Which I am glad of, because after getting off the bus, I was greeted by Nathan, Josh, and the CUTEST PUPPY IN THE WHOLE WORLD!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was such a cute little bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyHbFNwiTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zqBooXp-elk/s1600/Kodah+Puppy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyHbFNwiTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zqBooXp-elk/s320/Kodah+Puppy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't he so handsom!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyIjO-pgxI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Mzd1LTVwKQU/s1600/Naptime.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyIjO-pgxI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Mzd1LTVwKQU/s320/Naptime.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyIsuFZPZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tqbv4aPGlbU/s1600/Little+boys.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyIsuFZPZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tqbv4aPGlbU/s320/Little+boys.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Back when both my boys were still little!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love him so much! From day 1 he knew who his mommy was, ME.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;He is my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, like I said before, when I found out I had to give him away I cried and cried and cried! I tried to think of every possible alternative. My BFF Brittany even offered to have her family ‘babysit’ him for a year or so, until I was in a position that I could take care of him myself. I looked into getting an apartment that allowed pets, but it just wouldn’t have worked out. I would have had to work so much to pay for the apartment, that he would have ended up being home alone all day. Because none of my other options worked out, I decided that I better find him a new, permanent home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom sent an email to everyone in our neighborhood asking if anyone would want to adopt a dog. An older couple in our ward expressed interest, and Kodah even spent a few days at their house, but it turned out that one of them was allergic to pet dander, so he couldn’t stay. Then Brittany’s mother sent out an email to their ward asking if anyone would be interested in adopting a 4 year old MinPin. Soon after, she received an email from a lady in the neighborhood who told her that they already had a MinPin who was getting old and that they had been thinking about getting another fairly soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so relieved to have finally found a family for him, but I was also very apprehensive. What if they didn’t love him as much as I did? What if he misbehaved and they got too mad at him? What if they decided that they didn’t really want him? It was all WAY too much for me. My mother stepped in and did what I couldn’t; she took him over to meet them. Everything went so well, that he ended up staying that night, and that is where he has been ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until today I have been too much of a chicken to go visit Kodah. I have driven by many times and seen him in their back yard playing, but never stopped to say hi. Today I finally got up the courage to visit him, partly because I am leaving in a week and this would be my last chance to see him for quite a while. Brittany, being the great friend that she is, called the ‘S’ Family and asked if it would be ok if we stopped by to visit Kodah and drop off his coat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO nervous! While we were standing on the front porch my heart started to pound and my eyes welled up with tears. What if he was mad at me for giving him away? Or worse, What if he didn’t remember me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got into the house, Kodah was outside. One of the boys (The ‘S’ Family are a family with a mom, a dad, and 4 sons) opened the back door to let him in. He stood at the doorway for a few seconds looking around, and then slowly walked into the house. It took him about thirty seconds to realize what was going on, but as soon as he recognized me he was a complete crazy ball of energy! He jumped into my lap, and licked my face, and ran a few laps around me, and licked Brittanys face, and then came back and jumped up on me some more. and gave me kisses, then ran over to his new little boy and gave him some kisses … This went on and on and on for about 5 minutes, then he settled down on my lap and just sat there while I chatted with Mrs. S and 3 of her sons. Every few seconds Kodah would turn his head and look back up at me. He looked so health and happy. It made me feel much better about where he is, and made me wish I had gone to visit sooner so I could have had this peace of mind. It is obviously apparent that his new little boy(12) is the perfect owner for him. He is old enough to be responsible for a dog, yet young enough to still want to play with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyMYC6LVNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gSyqK2_FSOs/s1600/1205001649a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyMYC6LVNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gSyqK2_FSOs/s320/1205001649a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyMdNDMydI/AAAAAAAAAZo/m1dMIyRjQbQ/s1600/1205001640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyMdNDMydI/AAAAAAAAAZo/m1dMIyRjQbQ/s320/1205001640.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We didn’t stay long, because I didn’t want to intrude too much on their families Sunday afternoon, so while one of the boys distracted Kodah, Brittany and I slipped out the door. I hope my leaving went mostly unnoticed by Kodah, because when I have left him places before, he has sat at the door crying for hours. He is a momma’s boy! I promised that I would come back one more time before I left and that I would bring him a Christmas present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I miss my baby! We tried to get some pictures while I was visiting, but he was so excited that he wouldn’t hold still, so they are a little fuzzy and not super cute, but whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, as you can see, my day was much like the second half of that youtube clip about Christian the Lion. His old owners got to go visit him and see his new home and family. I got to go visit my Kodah and see his new home and family, which by the way includes another much older MinPin named Ozzy, who I hear he gets along with very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I love my baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyI_17BnPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/zXgoKOnLktU/s1600/kodah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyI_17BnPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/zXgoKOnLktU/s320/kodah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyJR4L2EKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/e61mSIVnG4g/s1600/Drivin+with+Kodah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyJR4L2EKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/e61mSIVnG4g/s320/Drivin+with+Kodah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyJH7paA6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/gFYsVDHtz3I/s1600/me+and+kodah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TPyJH7paA6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/gFYsVDHtz3I/s320/me+and+kodah.jpg" width="320" /&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/8370076124692564711-2688304140975164009?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/2688304140975164009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=2688304140975164009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2688304140975164009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2688304140975164009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/12/christian-lion.html' title='Visiting My Baby Boo'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/btuxO-C2IzE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-8260085102418560268</id><published>2010-12-04T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T13:02:50.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Repeat...In My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qIoG4PlEPtY?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has been on repeat in my head for the last few day. It has, however, been changed ever so slightly. It now sings(in my head only) 'I'm Packin up Packin up Packin up Packin up' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I'm packin up  my apartment so I can move south for the winter. I have taken a TON of stuff up to my grandparents house to store, and yet there is SO much crap still in my room! WTF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-8260085102418560268?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/8260085102418560268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=8260085102418560268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8260085102418560268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8260085102418560268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-repeatin-my-head.html' title='On Repeat...In My Head'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qIoG4PlEPtY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-8538315671389740157</id><published>2010-11-15T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:32:24.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This makes me laugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video makes me laugh every time I watch it. EVER. TIME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/L8oXSIQ2mmI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8oXSIQ2mmI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8oXSIQ2mmI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Youtube. The entertaimnet you provide is priceless!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-8538315671389740157?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/8538315671389740157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=8538315671389740157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8538315671389740157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8538315671389740157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-makes-me-laugh.html' title='This makes me laugh...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-7084117803678923483</id><published>2010-11-12T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T02:12:22.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So... I am leaving the country for a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am leaving the country for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope. Not going on a mission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going for four months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to get away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to avoid winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to be with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to experience a different life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to learn Spanish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where am I going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TNz_d1udWpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ohA-pC64AjQ/s1600/9220_524433441051_203002740_31056543_7095226_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TNz_d1udWpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ohA-pC64AjQ/s320/9220_524433441051_203002740_31056543_7095226_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or, more acuratly here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TNz_oyhykxI/AAAAAAAAAYw/pb261WWY9r8/s1600/chile-santiago-oeste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TNz_oyhykxI/AAAAAAAAAYw/pb261WWY9r8/s320/chile-santiago-oeste.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Santiago, Chile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TN0AlLmTyzI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1GoIaRTSVpA/s1600/chile_map2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TN0AlLmTyzI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1GoIaRTSVpA/s320/chile_map2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In&amp;nbsp;four weeks, I will be packing up my apartment and hiding my belongings away in an attic for four months. ﻿December 15th I will be boarding a flight to Atlanta, where I will catch another plane to Santiago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is not my first time traveling internationally, but it is my first time traveling internationally all on my own. I have flown to Chile before, as well as to China, but I was never alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The alone part kinda scares me. Not flying alone, because I do that all the time. It's the filling out my visa information and going through customs part alone that scares me. Not to mention the language barrier I will be facing as soon as I get off the plane.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Si, hablo espanol un poco. Entiendo mucho, pero no todo, y hablando es muchas mas dificil que escuchando. ... Entiendes?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Did you get that?.... I said, 'Yes, I speak a little Spanish. I understand a lot, but not everything, and speaking is much more difficult than listening.' Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remember when people complain about how people come to the United States and speak Spanish? They are like, 'DUDE! Your in the US. Speak English!'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WELL the Chilean people are going to be like, 'Mami, estan en Chile! Hablas Espanol!'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I am going to be like, 'HUH?! Mas despacio por favor!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That means 'Huh?! Slow down please!' Hahaha Chileans talk SUPER FAST. They also slur their vowel sounds and&amp;nbsp; tend to drop the ends of words. Like the word Gracias becomes Gracia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ay ay ay... nececito practicar AHORA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-7084117803678923483?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/7084117803678923483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=7084117803678923483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7084117803678923483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7084117803678923483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-i-am-leaving-country-for-while.html' title='So... I am leaving the country for a while.'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TNz_d1udWpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ohA-pC64AjQ/s72-c/9220_524433441051_203002740_31056543_7095226_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-1909760815425868997</id><published>2010-11-01T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:37:04.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I do it?!!!??!?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok... really this is getting to be a little bit rediculous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am currently obsessed with learning how to do something... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a specific something. An extreamily pointless something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I am DETERMINED to master it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is this thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going Cross-Eyed!&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 trying SO HARD for the past month and yet there has been no progress. Going cross-eyed is something that I have sturggled with for as long as I can remember. Do you guys remembember these? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TM-RD3J8tDI/AAAAAAAAAYg/32UqN011Gl4/s1600/candy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TM-RD3J8tDI/AAAAAAAAAYg/32UqN011Gl4/s320/candy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TM-RBFrWZjI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xY27-22cfos/s1600/041111_magic_eye_1g_a.png" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TM-RBFrWZjI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xY27-22cfos/s320/041111_magic_eye_1g_a.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Magic Eye Picture thingys... Well, I have some very vivid memories of spending Easter in St. George with Grandma Sharron and Grandpa Ken, and they had books of these magic eye puzzles. I remember sitting in their living room, at the big glass table playing rummy with Grandpa, when someone pulled out one of these books and began looking through it at all the pictures. Pretty soon everyone had looked through them and found all the cool hidden images, that is everyone except ME! I was the only one who couldnt see the images. They told me try looking 'past' the page, try looking to the side of it, try to not let your eyes focus, try going cross-eyed. None of their suggestions worked. To this very day I have yet to be able to visualy decode these little devils, and I have come to the conclusion that it is somehow linked with me not being able to go cross-eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So... the storie goes on. Last summer Josh, my then 7 now 8 year old brother, learned how to go cross-eyed. He is the type of child who refuses to simply smile for a picture. He LOVE to pull faces, and I LOVE to take pictures. This combination makes for lots of entertaining photos. Anywho... one sunny summer afternoon I busted out my camera phone and pulled Joshy over and told him to smile. Nope... he didn't smile. He went cross eyed. Since Josh refused to smile, I decided that I would go cross-eyed also. That way we would at least be pulling the same face in the picture right? ...&amp;nbsp;WRONG! It had been years since I had tried to go cross-eyed, and I had forgotten that I wasn't able to do it. Here is what happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TM-SFYpGI9I/AAAAAAAAAYk/-vnbpDxPvuQ/s1600/Joshy.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TM-SFYpGI9I/AAAAAAAAAYk/-vnbpDxPvuQ/s320/Joshy.bmp" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FAIL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Note the look of concentration on my face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well a year passed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still take pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh still pulls faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many hours have been spent with my camera phone, trying to capture a picture of me crossing my eyes. Every time I just ended up with a strangly supprised or confused look on my face, both eyes staring straight forward. Then, I made a tiny baby step of progress.... ONE ... yes only one of my eyes stayed looking in toward the center of my face.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TM-TSRAX_pI/AAAAAAAAAYo/zanG5OH38IU/s1600/1024000032b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TM-TSRAX_pI/AAAAAAAAAYo/zanG5OH38IU/s320/1024000032b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Creepy right?! Well... I have yet to progress past this point. So as of today, I still can't see the picture in the Magic Eye images, and I still can only get one of my eyes to go cross eyed.... But I am DETERMINED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TM-Qe_1BPVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/EPCIfKuv6NQ/s1600/1101002046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TM-Qe_1BPVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/EPCIfKuv6NQ/s320/1101002046.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously though, why can I not do this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What am I doing wrong?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I even put on a pair of funny glasses to see if it would help, not because the glasses are funny, but becaus they would give me something to look at besides the tip of my nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; 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/8370076124692564711-1909760815425868997?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/1909760815425868997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=1909760815425868997&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1909760815425868997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1909760815425868997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-cant-i-do-it.html' title='Why can&apos;t I do it?!!!??!?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TM-RD3J8tDI/AAAAAAAAAYg/32UqN011Gl4/s72-c/candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-549811424905628101</id><published>2010-09-09T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:44:38.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Cravings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever have movie cravings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do, ALLLL THE TIME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like right now... I REALLY want to watch The Little Mermaid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TInFY05-OwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hwzPmi0wB7g/s1600/little_mermaid_89_style_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TInFY05-OwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hwzPmi0wB7g/s320/little_mermaid_89_style_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I can't cause I need to go to sleep in the next twenty minutes so that I can get up at 8 and still have gotten a good nights sleep(one of the many things I am currently trying to make habbits of)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, since I can't watch the movie I am craving, I am forced to put on a movie that I know will put me to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Robin Hood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TInFJr9Tc3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/E5gqiZcIa_Y/s1600/robinhood.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TInFJr9Tc3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/E5gqiZcIa_Y/s320/robinhood.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Robin Hood always seems to make me fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Not because I don't like Robin Hood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Not because I find it booring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for some reason I have yet to ever watch this movie in one sitting (or laying in my case tonight)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-549811424905628101?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/549811424905628101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=549811424905628101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/549811424905628101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/549811424905628101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/09/movie-cravings.html' title='Movie Cravings...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TInFY05-OwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hwzPmi0wB7g/s72-c/little_mermaid_89_style_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-523983308887793518</id><published>2010-08-29T02:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T02:07:44.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Brained</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't stop thinking about my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I want to try something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few months ago I had the wonderfuly Holly chop about 7 inches off my hair, and i LOVE IT. But some days I miss my long hair. Today while I was at the mall I looked at some extenstions but they were so fakey and so not going to match my color and so expensive.&amp;nbsp;Which means sadily for me I don't get the best of both worlds, Long and Short. Poo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Holly cut my hair this is the pic I gave her to go off of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/THoOkFWz9EI/AAAAAAAAAW0/XITxFIWD7rY/s1600/Lauren+Conrad+-+Short+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/THoOkFWz9EI/AAAAAAAAAW0/XITxFIWD7rY/s320/Lauren+Conrad+-+Short+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is how it turned out... GOLDEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/THoO3oRp54I/AAAAAAAAAW8/YLDf6yHum-k/s1600/0528001506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/THoO3oRp54I/AAAAAAAAAW8/YLDf6yHum-k/s320/0528001506.jpg" /&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;A few days ago I saw this picture... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/THoUbpLbHXI/AAAAAAAAAXE/o2FjbLHSXag/s1600/0622081749%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/THoUbpLbHXI/AAAAAAAAAXE/o2FjbLHSXag/s320/0622081749%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And it made me miss my long hair. So, I looked at extensions... so not my style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I will just have to grow it out? Possibly color it in the mean time. I am thinking a color along these lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/THoUxTY5UqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YU8agx2uzNA/s1600/Jessica+Biel+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/THoUxTY5UqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YU8agx2uzNA/s400/Jessica+Biel+2.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like a lighter brown with some highlights?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/THoU6-mTesI/AAAAAAAAAXU/aFAoBdpnL20/s1600/Jessica+Biel+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/THoU6-mTesI/AAAAAAAAAXU/aFAoBdpnL20/s400/Jessica+Biel+1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know... Just thinking. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-523983308887793518?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/523983308887793518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=523983308887793518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/523983308887793518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/523983308887793518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/08/hair-brained.html' title='Hair Brained'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/THoOkFWz9EI/AAAAAAAAAW0/XITxFIWD7rY/s72-c/Lauren+Conrad+-+Short+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-7162133719423365813</id><published>2010-08-20T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T23:17:08.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my idea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw the 'pages out, spine in' thing done on a book shelf years ago and never saw it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TG9g0PZFDYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/9G8xrU9G98I/s1600/8-11-book-spines-3_rect540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TG9g0PZFDYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/9G8xrU9G98I/s320/8-11-book-spines-3_rect540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.... until just recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TG9g1_ZmVjI/AAAAAAAAAWc/AqrZkuJTiYg/s1600/8-11-book-spines-1_rect540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TG9g1_ZmVjI/AAAAAAAAAWc/AqrZkuJTiYg/s320/8-11-book-spines-1_rect540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I want to try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TG9g4AeHGnI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9DPhYRh2YAA/s1600/grayBookcasesViaAUBREY_ROAD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TG9g4AeHGnI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9DPhYRh2YAA/s320/grayBookcasesViaAUBREY_ROAD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And if I had a fire place, I would be trying this also--especially during the summer when you don't use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TG9hQKuxFLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2Mt7SF9kKr0/s1600/2008-03-06-wood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TG9hQKuxFLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2Mt7SF9kKr0/s320/2008-03-06-wood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8370076124692564711-7162133719423365813?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/7162133719423365813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=7162133719423365813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7162133719423365813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7162133719423365813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-my-idea.html' title='This is my idea...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TG9g0PZFDYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/9G8xrU9G98I/s72-c/8-11-book-spines-3_rect540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-8122952602053169502</id><published>2010-08-19T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:23:20.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh.....WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I kinda think this is the coolest thing ever... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and by that I mean WOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TG4CZCEoDgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/URp4_GZRgYA/s1600/Pencils....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TG4CZCEoDgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/URp4_GZRgYA/s400/Pencils....jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;... That would take so much time and precision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If only I had that kind of patience... I could carve stuff into other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TG4CckI7teI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SeTtnLBjGQc/s1600/lead-art-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TG4CckI7teI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SeTtnLBjGQc/s400/lead-art-13.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.area4.at/blog/kleinste-schnitzereien/"&gt;http://www.area4.at/blog/kleinste-schnitzereien/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; 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/8370076124692564711-8122952602053169502?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/8122952602053169502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=8122952602053169502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8122952602053169502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8122952602053169502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/08/uhwow.html' title='Uh.....WOW'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TG4CZCEoDgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/URp4_GZRgYA/s72-c/Pencils....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-3799572850262611907</id><published>2010-08-12T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:45:07.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it over?....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is Summer really over?!....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well... Swimming Lessons are over. Which for me kinda signifies the end of summer. For the past undisclosed number of years(because I don't want to admit how long I have been working at the pool) I have worked with the Summer Swimming Lessons program at the AFFC either as a teacher or a coordinator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TGTMfe98wYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/X64vYK0bPeg/s1600/IMGP3871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TGTMfe98wYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/X64vYK0bPeg/s320/IMGP3871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Once the last day of swimming lessons has come and gone the next thing always ends up being school starting... so summer is over. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know whether I want to cry or sigh with relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE summer. I LOVE swimming lessons. I LOVE working at the pool. BUT.... IT IS SO EXHAUSTING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some days-- and by SOME I really mean MOST-- during the summer I wake up at 7-ish, get ready, go to work, coordinate lessons till noon-ish, coach till 3ish, coordinate again till 7-ish, try to leave work but get caught talking to people or solving problems till 8-ish, and get home at 9-ish. By this point I am so tired that I just go to bed... and the next thing I know my alarm is going off and it is 7-ish again! I have a Love/Hate relationship with summer. Usually more Love than Hate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So.... now what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School I guess? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Job? Maybe.... We shall see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Internship with the Jazz? I really Really REALLY hope so!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Utah Jazz don't take on many interns, they do however take two PR interns each season. This works out well for me because I am a PR major who loves basketball and needs an internship. I have a feeling this will be a fairly competitive internship and that there will be quite a few people applying because of how AWESOME it is! But if they were to choose the interns based on who wants the position the most they would for sure chose me... Why? Cause I really Really REALLY REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY WANT THIS INTERNSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like SOOOOOOOOOO BAD!!!!! ... Do you catch my drift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TGTNOfSJ1pI/AAAAAAAAAV8/sno0DoAenw8/s1600/utah_jazz_mountain_logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TGTNOfSJ1pI/AAAAAAAAAV8/sno0DoAenw8/s320/utah_jazz_mountain_logo.jpg" /&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;What else do I have planned for the next few months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family leaving me for Chile.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visiting my family in Chile for Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spending Christmas in the Southern Hemisphere AKA SUMMER TIME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes. Yes. and. YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...WOW... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer is over... and Life is coming. HERE I GO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wish me Luck. Cause I'm gonna need it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-3799572850262611907?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/3799572850262611907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=3799572850262611907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/3799572850262611907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/3799572850262611907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-it-over.html' title='Is it over?'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TGTMfe98wYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/X64vYK0bPeg/s72-c/IMGP3871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-1405099554356769411</id><published>2010-07-22T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:31:18.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast of Champions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TEjwtBCAyHI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vaFmQxjI_ns/s1600/0722000819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TEjwtBCAyHI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vaFmQxjI_ns/s320/0722000819.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Who needs Wheaties when you've got D.C.?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TEjwujiGmQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/R5eNqQ_ZrUU/s1600/0722000819a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TEjwujiGmQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/R5eNqQ_ZrUU/s320/0722000819a.jpg" /&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/8370076124692564711-1405099554356769411?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/1405099554356769411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=1405099554356769411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1405099554356769411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1405099554356769411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/07/breakfast-of-champions.html' title='Breakfast of Champions!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TEjwtBCAyHI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vaFmQxjI_ns/s72-c/0722000819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-8596020635099909696</id><published>2010-07-21T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:30:41.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>June and July... Where did they go?!</title><content type='html'>Wow... this summer is just FLYING by! What have I been doing you ask.... GOOD QUESTION! I am having a hard time remembering. Probably because I haven't been doing a whole lot of anything besides working. I am working at the American Fork Fitness Center as the Swimming Lesson Coordinator and I also coach 3 summer swim teams for kids between the ages 8 and 13. I absolutley LOVE both my jobs. Coaching more than lessons but whateves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TEe6Q2dCa1I/AAAAAAAAAVE/v5vO5rsAdMA/s1600/DSCN0448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TEe6Q2dCa1I/AAAAAAAAAVE/v5vO5rsAdMA/s320/DSCN0448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(My fab swimming lesson instructors)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of June, Brittany and I took a little vaca to Washington and stayed with her grandparents in Puyallup. We got to go see where she grew up and went to high school and lots of other fun things like that. We also went to Seattle and Pikes Place, Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium, and a beach/park that I can no longer remember the name of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TEe6WK2BY0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/zEJVRDC57r0/s1600/DSCN0509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TEe6WK2BY0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/zEJVRDC57r0/s320/DSCN0509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TEe6cxC-fnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/3-fGcSu22OE/s1600/DSCN0546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TEe6cxC-fnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/3-fGcSu22OE/s320/DSCN0546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after we got home Makinzie and Chad got married!!! I was one of her brides maides so I got to go to the family dinner the night before and then we had a sleepover that night. The next morning they were married in the Salt Lake Temple and then had a reception in a ward memebers yard. It was all gorgeous and I got all emotional a couple times :) I love them they are soooooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TEe69lF607I/AAAAAAAAAVc/lKE1tvDnTKw/s1600/38342_420330142527_587527527_4646807_2559013_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TEe69lF607I/AAAAAAAAAVc/lKE1tvDnTKw/s320/38342_420330142527_587527527_4646807_2559013_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.... Soooooo I think that is all that has happened so far this summer... in a nut shell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-8596020635099909696?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/8596020635099909696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=8596020635099909696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8596020635099909696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8596020635099909696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/07/june-and-july-where-did-they-go.html' title='June and July... Where did they go?!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TEe6Q2dCa1I/AAAAAAAAAVE/v5vO5rsAdMA/s72-c/DSCN0448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-2206014021938088600</id><published>2010-07-08T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:52:16.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts EXACTLY!</title><content type='html'>I couldn't have said it better myself! .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/columns/story?columnist=wojciechowski_gene&amp;amp;page=wojciechowski%2F100708&amp;amp;sportCat=nba"&gt;http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/columns/story?columnist=wojciechowski_gene&amp;amp;page=wojciechowski%2F100708&amp;amp;sportCat=nba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... Delonte West anyone...HA. Oh Momma James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-2206014021938088600?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/2206014021938088600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=2206014021938088600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2206014021938088600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2206014021938088600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-thoughts-exactly.html' title='My Thoughts EXACTLY!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-2490149865933572826</id><published>2010-06-01T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:48:13.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Summer!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I guess it's not REALLY the first day of summer... I mean, I have been out of school for over a months so its not the first day of THAT summer... and the ACTUALL Summer Solstice isn't untill June 20th, so its not THAT summer. It is however the first day of my summer job! That means lots and lots of time at the pool, lots and lots of sunblock, lots and lots of tan lines&amp;nbsp;and lots and lots of moneys... ok maybe not lots and Lots of moneys... But whatever. I STILL LOVE SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though today was cloudy and rainy, I managed to get a little color... pink cheeks(and yes I am talking about my face.. Stephen that was for you :-)&amp;nbsp; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a long stressful day and yet I still loved it. Why did I love it?&lt;/div&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; being outside.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; all the cute kids(high school-ish age) that I get to work with/supervise&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; coaching!&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; swimming&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;the excitement of a high stress situation.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;being able to solve a problem in a matter of seconds because I know what I'm doing.(Call my cocky if you want but I am GOOD at my job)&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; everything(ok not EVERYTHING)&amp;nbsp;about the &lt;a href="http://afcity.org/Departments/ParksRecreationFitness/Fitness/FitnessCenterHome/tabid/733/Default.aspx"&gt;AFFC&lt;/a&gt;. It is my second home. The people I work with are my second family. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TAXv5BIe0MI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9lkJI9CXXLY/s1600/Pool.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TAXv5BIe0MI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9lkJI9CXXLY/s320/Pool.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope this summer turns out to be a good one. I am sure that it will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-2490149865933572826?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/2490149865933572826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=2490149865933572826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2490149865933572826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2490149865933572826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/06/1st-day-of-summer.html' title='1st Day of Summer!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TAXv5BIe0MI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9lkJI9CXXLY/s72-c/Pool.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-7324580886551875707</id><published>2010-05-28T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:25:06.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A week full of improvements...I think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So this week was super eventful and filled with change in the style/looks/cosmetics department! It all started off on Thursday morning at 9AM!(I know early right?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TACg-gtNNBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/KtNdh9bA8Wg/s1600/0527000911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TACg-gtNNBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/KtNdh9bA8Wg/s320/0527000911.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is me with NO MAKE-UPS! A real Vanilla Face :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TAChDvdHBSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/P29_Unpqfag/s1600/0527001457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TAChDvdHBSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/P29_Unpqfag/s320/0527001457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My fabulous friend Makinzie gave me eyelash extentions! She is learning how to do them and did an AMAZING job for only training! ... At this point I have my lower lashes taped down to my face so she wouldn't glue my eyes shut :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TACjJEPUWPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/r65Sh_hvCf8/s1600/0527001527a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TACjJEPUWPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/r65Sh_hvCf8/s320/0527001527a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't they look AMAZING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THEN... In the spirit of change I decided to get my hair cut. I called my super sexy BFF Holly Hunter and scheduled an appointment for the next day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TACiCq3Zb5I/AAAAAAAAAUU/8Fb3oogxlSg/s1600/0528001256a%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TACiCq3Zb5I/AAAAAAAAAUU/8Fb3oogxlSg/s320/0528001256a%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I left my apartment with super super long hair! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TACiTOqHR4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/_efpuocQHvk/s1600/0528001504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TACiTOqHR4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/_efpuocQHvk/s320/0528001504.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then this happened!.... and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TAChJGi_2OI/AAAAAAAAAUM/P6-PcfVY2ec/s1600/0528001506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TAChJGi_2OI/AAAAAAAAAUM/P6-PcfVY2ec/s320/0528001506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TA-DA!!! What do you think? Holls said she cut off about 6 or 7 inches! That is a LOT of hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TACkfJ0eBYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/UZHkco9n7TM/s1600/0528001508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TACkfJ0eBYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/UZHkco9n7TM/s320/0528001508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-7324580886551875707?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/7324580886551875707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=7324580886551875707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7324580886551875707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7324580886551875707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/05/week-full-of-improvementsi-think.html' title='A week full of improvements...I think'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/TACg-gtNNBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/KtNdh9bA8Wg/s72-c/0527000911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-2892898689638815530</id><published>2010-05-11T01:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:22:42.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it that they say?</title><content type='html'>What is it that they say?... OH Yes...Now I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S-kFVOJwLQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/DHU0cxqLzm8/s1600/kobe-gq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S-kFVOJwLQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/DHU0cxqLzm8/s400/kobe-gq.jpg" tt="true" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mama there goes that man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-2892898689638815530?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/2892898689638815530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=2892898689638815530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2892898689638815530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2892898689638815530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-it-that-they-say.html' title='What is it that they say?'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S-kFVOJwLQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/DHU0cxqLzm8/s72-c/kobe-gq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-81691241509480019</id><published>2010-04-25T21:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:58:21.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S9UK9suac-I/AAAAAAAAATs/UOGH7oVcON0/s1600/0215001343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S9UK9suac-I/AAAAAAAAATs/UOGH7oVcON0/s320/0215001343.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As I am sure most of you know my family is moving.&amp;nbsp;My parents have been working with NuSkin the past few months and my dad has been focusing on working in Chile. NuSkin is planning on taking their products and business down south to Chile sometime this year and my dad and a few other people are working with them to set up distributors and team leaders down there. Because he is working so much in Chile and because my family sold our house, my mom and siblings will be moving down there with my dad sometime this summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad that my family had to sell our house.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad that I had to give my dog away.(See my previous post)&lt;br /&gt;I am sad that I might not see my family as often as I use to.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for my family to get to experience something new.&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for the opportunity my dad has to work in a place and with people he loves.&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for the potential that the business in Chile holds.&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to go visit my family in Chile(maybe...If I can afford a plane ticket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... There are good things and bad things about this move/change.&amp;nbsp;I am trying to look at it as positively as I can, but am having a hard time. Life Goes On... Right? Oh how I wish things were easy like they use to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... Where am I going to do my laundry now?! I really REALLY don't want to have to use the quarter laundry machines at my apartment.&amp;nbsp;Public laundry facilities&amp;nbsp;seem so unsanitary to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-81691241509480019?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/81691241509480019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=81691241509480019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/81691241509480019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/81691241509480019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-home-sweet-home.html' title='No Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S9UK9suac-I/AAAAAAAAATs/UOGH7oVcON0/s72-c/0215001343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-2813870777927054203</id><published>2010-04-20T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:00:50.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my Puppy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81BNfui1bI/AAAAAAAAASU/NKyUmM5HL2s/s1600/Kodah2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81BNfui1bI/AAAAAAAAASU/NKyUmM5HL2s/s320/Kodah2.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Kodah. My (almost) 5 year old Miniature Pinscher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81BOYcgozI/AAAAAAAAASc/m-Xrq9eCy_4/s1600/kodah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81BOYcgozI/AAAAAAAAASc/m-Xrq9eCy_4/s320/kodah.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love him! He is just the cutest thing ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81BP-GguUI/AAAAAAAAASk/tWeT1H7q8E0/s1600/Drivin+with+Kodah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81BP-GguUI/AAAAAAAAASk/tWeT1H7q8E0/s320/Drivin+with+Kodah.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We go for drives together... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81CHDQ0Z7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/THWH3IE3Fmo/s1600/100417-175623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81CHDQ0Z7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/THWH3IE3Fmo/s320/100417-175623.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He even stands guard over my feet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81BTVw9QJI/AAAAAAAAASs/Ojh8Tj74T6w/s1600/Kodah+Puppy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81BTVw9QJI/AAAAAAAAASs/Ojh8Tj74T6w/s320/Kodah+Puppy.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was the cutest puppy in the whole world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81BdTrHueI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7ToDw_doqfQ/s1600/23673_384571997858_513227858_3671912_2779237_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81BdTrHueI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7ToDw_doqfQ/s320/23673_384571997858_513227858_3671912_2779237_n.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And he still is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81Cmly6W2I/AAAAAAAAATE/zH7k89fX7k0/s1600/me+and+kodah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81Cmly6W2I/AAAAAAAAATE/zH7k89fX7k0/s320/me+and+kodah.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Kodah and I will miss you! I promis to come visit once you get setteled into your new home. Be nice to your new family! Love, Mommy Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-2813870777927054203?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/2813870777927054203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=2813870777927054203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2813870777927054203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2813870777927054203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/04/ode-to-my-puppy.html' title='Ode to my Puppy...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S81BNfui1bI/AAAAAAAAASU/NKyUmM5HL2s/s72-c/Kodah2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-3665753504330921180</id><published>2010-03-07T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:45:37.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To: My poor neglected blog.</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am sorry I have neglected you these past few months! I promiss I will try really hard to show you some love soon... but not tonight. Tonight I will be busy watching various Disney movies to lift my spirits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am planning on starting off with Beauty and the Beast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S5R-1N_fYZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/njjr8dErANo/s1600-h/beauty_beast_dvd2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S5R-1N_fYZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/njjr8dErANo/s320/beauty_beast_dvd2.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;then moving on to Aladin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S5R-4CYijFI/AAAAAAAAASE/DEI8alu3WeU/s1600-h/aladdin-aladdin-dvd-release-9914123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S5R-4CYijFI/AAAAAAAAASE/DEI8alu3WeU/s320/aladdin-aladdin-dvd-release-9914123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and finishing things off with a little Monsters Inc... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S5R-8g7QOfI/AAAAAAAAASM/7c6tJpN8ggU/s1600-h/786936164886.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S5R-8g7QOfI/AAAAAAAAASM/7c6tJpN8ggU/s200/786936164886.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What do you think? Good plan, Yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-3665753504330921180?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/3665753504330921180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=3665753504330921180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/3665753504330921180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/3665753504330921180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-poor-neglected-blog.html' title='To: My poor neglected blog.'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/S5R-1N_fYZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/njjr8dErANo/s72-c/beauty_beast_dvd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-8001934438913550843</id><published>2009-10-15T15:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:03:15.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall.ish.ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh Fall... Do I love you or do I hate you? I am just so torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cute scarfs, boots, coats, and sweaters... but I hate being cold and having&lt;br /&gt; to wear tons of layers!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SteYM5uy9vI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0GT1Bn3f7zc/s1600-h/Scarf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SteYM5uy9vI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0GT1Bn3f7zc/s320/Scarf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392946426222409458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fresh air and breeziness... but I hate what it does to my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SteYLuXGEHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/61Ea9_Piwuc/s1600-h/hot+mess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SteYLuXGEHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/61Ea9_Piwuc/s320/hot+mess.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392946405990338674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love cupcakes and all the yummy foods that come with the Holiday season&lt;br /&gt; that begins in the fall... but I hate the pounds that I am doomed to&lt;br /&gt; put on because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SteaImOjzWI/AAAAAAAAARE/gPm-giDdu94/s1600-h/downsized_1014092350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SteaImOjzWI/AAAAAAAAARE/gPm-giDdu94/s320/downsized_1014092350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392948551290703202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In other news... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got a job working as an assistant supervisor at CornBelly's(thanks to my BFF Brittany) It has been much so fun. We are in the Pumpkin Princess Playland where we get to chillax with little princesses all day. Its super fun. Exept for the days when it is freezing cold... then I HATE IT! Ha. I really am not cut out for cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SteYMZJLWeI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/J5caEYofcmE/s1600-h/PPPL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SteYMZJLWeI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/J5caEYofcmE/s320/PPPL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392946417474689506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SteYLH-7nnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6OeuW0Daufs/s1600-h/corn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SteYLH-7nnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6OeuW0Daufs/s320/corn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392946395688443506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also &lt;/span&gt;working at the American Fork Fitness Center(again) as the Swimming Lesson Coordinate. I really enjoy this job. I get to work with people that I am friends with and enjoy being around! I don't have to sit behind a desk! I get to do fun things like make fliers and decorate bulletin boards(yes I have fun doing those things) The only draw back is that the first two days of each session are literally HELL ON EARTH! I get to deal with the joys of teachers not showing up, parents who signed their kids up for the wrong level, kids who refuse to go to class unless they have a female teacher, and many other joyful things. Luckily I have done this enough times that I have learned to not take anything personal those days and to think quickly on my feet. Those two skills are going to be useful in the future right? So it will pay off yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As far as school goes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Fall Break for UVU right now so I don't have school for the next two days(yea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been so busy this month that I have some how let myself get very behind in my online classes(boo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will be spending most if not all of my break getting caught up in these classes(double boo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the reason I am blogging... trying to postpone doing more homework :)&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/8370076124692564711-8001934438913550843?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/8001934438913550843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=8001934438913550843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8001934438913550843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8001934438913550843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2009/10/fallishness.html' title='Fall.ish.ness'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SteYM5uy9vI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0GT1Bn3f7zc/s72-c/Scarf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-2272965922386948086</id><published>2009-09-30T00:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:59:04.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool yeah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsMAr1dw_VI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SiillmsLKks/s1600-h/SM1007B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387150332351544658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsMAr1dw_VI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SiillmsLKks/s400/SM1007B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsMArurk-3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Qr1LbT6VSGU/s1600-h/12339488B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387150330530429810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsMArurk-3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Qr1LbT6VSGU/s400/12339488B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsMArNDwCcI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Nfmqj6-h4oE/s1600-h/100771-FB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387150321505012162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsMArNDwCcI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Nfmqj6-h4oE/s400/100771-FB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsMAqw6ykJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Kc35joTIhjY/s1600-h/5923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387150313951236242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsMAqw6ykJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Kc35joTIhjY/s400/5923.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387150311503892482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsMAqnzTEAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0oGSa9Y-ejM/s400/312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to look back through my random internet browsing of pictures and find the artists that took these pictures so I can credit their work... instead of just posting it up here nameless. But how cool are these? I would LOVE to have an artistic tallent like this. I am adding &lt;strong&gt;learn photography&lt;/strong&gt; to my &lt;em&gt;'When I Grow Up I Will...'&lt;/em&gt;  list... For those of you who don't know, It's a list of things I will do when I grow up(shocking right?!)... because being nearly 22 is not even close to being a grown up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-2272965922386948086?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/2272965922386948086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=2272965922386948086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2272965922386948086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/2272965922386948086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2009/09/cool-yeah.html' title='Cool yeah?'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsMAr1dw_VI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SiillmsLKks/s72-c/SM1007B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-1564529549997024513</id><published>2009-09-30T00:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:13:26.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel crappy... like REALLY crappy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am starting to think that I have,once again, bitten off more than I can chew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if life weren't so diffictult? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That would be nice wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we could all enjoy a day or two every once in a while where you didn't have to worrie about school, or work, or money(or lack of money)... that would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe we make life difficult for ourselves...maybe it isn't life that is difficult, maybe it is me/us making it difficult... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387154447873942450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsMEbY-xI7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/2s9x-EXe4m4/s400/lamb.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HMMMM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-1564529549997024513?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/1564529549997024513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=1564529549997024513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1564529549997024513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1564529549997024513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsMEbY-xI7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/2s9x-EXe4m4/s72-c/lamb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-7091854505989883488</id><published>2009-09-20T22:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:55:34.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383771410982379234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Srb_kueCHuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wkCuqlCY-1Y/s400/viva+la+juicy.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 215px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 309px;" /&gt; Viva La Juicy Perfume. LOVE IT... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383771399612340514" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Srb_kEHNGSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8CFOXg_wUjY/s400/strawberry-milkshake.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt; Strawberry Milkshakes! So refreshing and so cute... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383771391570431394" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Srb_jmJ3TaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Vl2MtYUTH0U/s400/Ryan-Lochte-ryan-lochte-2132645-300-399.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 399px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mostly Naked Men! Michael Phelps and Ryan Lochte to be specific... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383771382953442914" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Srb_jGDafmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/4Cy-mxEiXZ0/s400/greys_anatomy_ver4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; Greys Anatomy! Sexy Men, Scandals, and Surgery, what more could you want?... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383771197192733314" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Srb_YSCnAoI/AAAAAAAAANs/--I9HKF-rZg/s400/Diet+Coke.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ice Cold Diet Coke! Always better from a fountain... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383771189613677250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Srb_X1znysI/AAAAAAAAANk/0GYK7_8QJUA/s400/cc18813.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 251px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 113px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Dark Red Nail Polish! Its so hawt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383771180005050786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Srb_XSAvyaI/AAAAAAAAANc/FxK4rVRTPiY/s400/butterfingers.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 146px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yummy Crunchy Butterfingers! SO good... except when they are all stuck in your teeth... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383771176772719826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Srb_XF-GVNI/AAAAAAAAANU/EGqg1B0WWAo/s400/ahsweetbeach.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; Bright Blue Beaches! Nothing is more relaxing and welcoming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383771168608837842" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Srb_WnjrYNI/AAAAAAAAANM/W-7MRSHo1rg/s400/25548.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 372px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great Big Sunflowers! They just look so happy don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;...These are a few of my favorite things! But my very most favorite thing is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383771418200506690" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Srb_lJW-AUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WdcvonESCwo/s400/Sarah+and+Josh.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 374px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 489px;" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Joshy&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; He never fails to cheer me up. He can always get a laugh out of me. He never runs out of energy! He is for sure my all time favorite thing! I love him more than you can possibly imagine and I hope he never changes. Josh, I LOVE YOU ! Please stop growing this instant! I need you to stay a sweet 8 year old boy FOREVER. Thanks love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-7091854505989883488?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/7091854505989883488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=7091854505989883488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7091854505989883488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7091854505989883488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='...These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Srb_kueCHuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wkCuqlCY-1Y/s72-c/viva+la+juicy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-6865211074455257006</id><published>2009-09-17T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:53:29.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Um... its been a solid 4 months since my last blog post... Oops... my bad. SOOOOOOO Much has happened that I really don't know where to start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was my whole NY/NJ experience... loved it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then working at the pool all summer... probably have skin cancer now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course moving back to Provo... nice to be on my own again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and school starting up... strangly enjoyable this semester&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not having a job... sucks so bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally getting one at CornBell's... all thanks to Britt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH... I will have to fill you all in on my NY/NJ experience for sure... funnest/funniest times of my LIFE! and of coures there will be bits and pieces for the rest comming soon... but for now I need to go get me a Diet Coke! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 550px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://misspinkslip.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/diet-coke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-6865211074455257006?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/6865211074455257006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=6865211074455257006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/6865211074455257006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/6865211074455257006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-8033918534948843444</id><published>2009-05-14T15:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:49:44.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Spreading the News....</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago my little bother... oops I mean brother Stephen got his mission call! Yeah!!! He got called to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New York New York South Mission... Spanish Speaking&lt;/span&gt;.... Being the AMAZING big sister that I am. I made him a blog that my parents and I will keep for him while he was gone. You should all check it out so you can kept tabs on little Stevie... haha... It is... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://stephen-in-the-city.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ha how great is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally my older brother is living just outside of Manhattan right now in Hoboken New Jersey. It is just on the other side of the Hudson River. He and his new wife are living there for the summer while he sells and manages an office for Siren Security..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SgyP7rWrfWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/cO28qs9pt5w/s1600-h/Hoboken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SgyP7rWrfWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/cO28qs9pt5w/s320/Hoboken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335797913940098402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(View from Hoboken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen and I have nothing to do for the next two weeks so on Saturday morning we are flying out to stay/work with them for two weeks! Not nearly as long as I went for last time but still fun right?! And Stephen will get to spend some fun time in the city he will be serving in before he goes to the MTC. It is going to be super super fun. Saturday at 11 we will fly out of SLC, change planes in Chi Town (@ the O'Hare Airport) and then arrive at Newark Airport at like 10pm. and yes I am afraid of flying... drugs are my BFFS when it comes to traveling. Last time I flew somewhere with Stephen he laughed at me cause I was so freaked out... I usually fly alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SgyP7jSmtgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/u0zljTcQ_cc/s1600-h/airplane1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SgyP7jSmtgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/u0zljTcQ_cc/s320/airplane1%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335797911775524354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we are planning on going to the Manhattan Singles ward with a few of the guys in the office that are LDS and then spending the rest of the day downtown with Jared and Kote doing fun site seeing stuff. Stephen got to do this last summer as well as the summer before but when I was living there I really didnt get to do to much touristy stuff cause of work and whateves... so I'm super excited. and YES I will be going to Canal St... DUH!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SgyP7TZx_vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/89qu-9gZEso/s1600-h/canal+st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SgyP7TZx_vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/89qu-9gZEso/s320/canal+st.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335797907510656754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;So like I said... Start spreading the news, I'm leaving Saturday. I want to be a part of it. New York New York!&lt;/span&gt; ...   ...   ... Also, while I am there I have a goal for myself to meet some rich Upper East Sider at the singles ward and get him to fall in love with me... then my life will be all set. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-8033918534948843444?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/8033918534948843444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=8033918534948843444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8033918534948843444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/8033918534948843444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2009/05/start-spreading-news.html' title='Start Spreading the News....'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SgyP7rWrfWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/cO28qs9pt5w/s72-c/Hoboken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-161723639108453844</id><published>2009-04-18T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:02:12.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells!</title><content type='html'>No Not Mine!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my older brother Jared got married to our long time family friend Maria Jose (Kote)! I am so excited for them to start their lives together. They are simply perfect for each other. Congratz you two! I love you both so much.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Seqh874z1lI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YYMXgYVSNrE/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Seqh874z1lI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YYMXgYVSNrE/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326247577559225938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Seqh9Pfw0FI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NXqtY4XEJpk/s1600-h/DSC_0018_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Seqh9Pfw0FI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NXqtY4XEJpk/s320/DSC_0018_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326247582822879314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Seqh9by4TPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p2W74b9Z9fI/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Seqh9by4TPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p2W74b9Z9fI/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326247586124287218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-161723639108453844?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/161723639108453844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=161723639108453844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/161723639108453844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/161723639108453844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2009/04/wedding-bells.html' title='Wedding Bells!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Seqh874z1lI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YYMXgYVSNrE/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-7498124696287140287</id><published>2009-04-11T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:48:24.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sick and bored...</title><content type='html'>So... I wasn't feeling to hot the other day... so I stayed home and made myself another blog... you all should check it out!     &lt;a href="http://fromAtoZeta.blogspot.com"&gt;http://fromAtoZeta.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-7498124696287140287?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/7498124696287140287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=7498124696287140287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7498124696287140287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/7498124696287140287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-sick-and-bored.html' title='Home sick and bored...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-5650870159407962563</id><published>2009-04-10T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:26:12.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless the NBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Sd__tqYGebI/AAAAAAAAACs/1MNp8eSlqYw/s1600-h/dwyane-wade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Sd__tqYGebI/AAAAAAAAACs/1MNp8eSlqYw/s320/dwyane-wade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323254444509788594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Sd__tfBF-qI/AAAAAAAAACk/T755ugH6B0Q/s1600-h/kobe_bryant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Sd__tfBF-qI/AAAAAAAAACk/T755ugH6B0Q/s320/kobe_bryant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323254441460497058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball... SO HAWT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to publicly thank the NBA for displaying some of the sexiest men running up and down a court with sweat dripping off their muscular bodies. THANK  YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-5650870159407962563?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/5650870159407962563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=5650870159407962563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/5650870159407962563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/5650870159407962563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-bless-nba.html' title='God Bless the NBA'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/Sd__tqYGebI/AAAAAAAAACs/1MNp8eSlqYw/s72-c/dwyane-wade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-858367041251034269</id><published>2009-02-25T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:37:52.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with this picture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Warm weather. Blue skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SaXFmo-BpjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pae06tDiv-U/s1600-h/IMG_8708_blue_Sky2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SaXFmo-BpjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pae06tDiv-U/s320/IMG_8708_blue_Sky2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306865003549271602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunroof back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SaXFvJ1JleI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qErVmtI3kZI/s1600-h/HummerSunroof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SaXFvJ1JleI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qErVmtI3kZI/s320/HummerSunroof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306865149809366498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby blue Hollister cardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SaXF6y73VfI/AAAAAAAAACE/WIaFP-4128c/s1600-h/19222_04_253_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SaXF6y73VfI/AAAAAAAAACE/WIaFP-4128c/s320/19222_04_253_x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306865349821945330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juicy Couture necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SaXGAtdTlHI/AAAAAAAAACM/NThEeoc9dt4/s1600-h/QhHG72y5LsEOuWV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SaXGAtdTlHI/AAAAAAAAACM/NThEeoc9dt4/s320/QhHG72y5LsEOuWV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306865451430810738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumpin' The Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SaXGWklDK6I/AAAAAAAAACU/UyvYav3vQ1k/s1600-h/Subwoofer150popup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SaXGWklDK6I/AAAAAAAAACU/UyvYav3vQ1k/s320/Subwoofer150popup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306865827004492706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is wrong wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h this picture? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Absolutely Nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Just LOVIN it!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Credit to Melissa for the clothing and accessories... they were borrowed for the day ;) Love ya Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8370076124692564711-858367041251034269?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/858367041251034269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=858367041251034269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/858367041251034269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/858367041251034269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-wrong-with-this-picture.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with this picture?'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SaXFmo-BpjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pae06tDiv-U/s72-c/IMG_8708_blue_Sky2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-1587633924547051230</id><published>2009-02-22T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:08:20.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously though... It happens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4D0555EtAZ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4D0555EtAZ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-1587633924547051230?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/1587633924547051230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=1587633924547051230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1587633924547051230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/1587633924547051230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously-though-it-happens.html' title='Seriously though... It happens!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-4795540265175978387</id><published>2009-02-12T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:39:07.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How bout a nice glass of Hateraid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SZSUeRwKLQI/AAAAAAAAABk/yJ51l-87Y3A/s1600-h/Ballin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SZSUeRwKLQI/AAAAAAAAABk/yJ51l-87Y3A/s320/Ballin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302025909204299010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Yesterday I had the pleasure of attending the Jazz/Lakers basketball game with the lovely ladies Holly Hunter, Melissa Hawkes, and Cristina Walters. Throughout the course of the evening we witnessed the use of many flavors of Hateraid! First there was the hoe three rows behind us who kept telling Melissa to sit down... um you are three rows back. I'm sure you can see just fine! Melissa isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; tall. Then there was the lovely gentleman who, when Pau Gasol was shooting a free throw, shouted, "Go back to your own country. America doesn't want you here." To which Cristina replied, "America welcomes everyone with open arms!" Hahaha. aThank you Cristina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later in the game these little girls who were sitting in front of us turned around and asked Cristina who she liked on the Lakers. Cristina told them she liked Kobe Bryant because he was so hot and an amazing baller. They asked her to point him out and when she did one little girl looked at her and said,"You can't marry him!" When Cristina asked why the girl asked her,"What color is he?" To which Cristina responded, "Black..." The little girl then asked, "What color are you?" And Cristina said,"White." The little girl then proceeded to tell us about how her teacher had told her that White people were not aloud to marry Black people. I quickly told the young girl that her teacher was a liar! Cristina told the little girls that it is now 2009 and things are different. She then asked if they knew who the president was and what 'color' he was. In response to this question, the little girls said," Um yeah...Obama and he is BLUE!" .... ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!! What are the teachers in Utah schools teaching the children?! I am slightly worried about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game was over the Haiteraid continued to flow in an abundance! As we were walking out we witnessed a Jazz fan and a Laker fan get into a fist fight in the middle of the ESA. Later as we were walking out a man started throwing peanut shells into Melissa and my hair. Cristina turned around and smacked him and told him to grow up... aThank you Cristina... again. Soon after that a man walking past us said,"Oh man girls you are in for a rough night if your going to wear those jerseys." I answered his insult by letting him know that,"It's ok.. You guys won't make it to the finals anyway." He then looked at me and said, "Oh... looks like we got ourselves some real Bitches over here." ... Wow amigo.. Why resort to personal blows... We were merely talking about the teams that were playing... HATER! There were quite a few other conversations we had with people on our way out but I feel they are a little to graphic for me to be typing on a blog so I'll leave it to your imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SZST8LVDX3I/AAAAAAAAABU/WCa-ZKtBA8M/s1600-h/Kobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SZST8LVDX3I/AAAAAAAAABU/WCa-ZKtBA8M/s320/Kobe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302025323364441970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... All in all it was a WAY fun night! The game was so much fun even though my team didn't win. Also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Long Live King K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;obe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8370076124692564711-4795540265175978387?l=sarah--says.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/feeds/4795540265175978387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8370076124692564711&amp;postID=4795540265175978387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/4795540265175978387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8370076124692564711/posts/default/4795540265175978387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah--says.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-bout-nice-glass-of-hateraid.html' title='How bout a nice glass of Hateraid...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03223961276467055700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SsAzb7NDDtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JfGEFL0l4Rg/S220/4809_520808360741_203002740_30912558_2798835_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjphC6X6mrQ/SZSUeRwKLQI/AAAAAAAAABk/yJ51l-87Y3A/s72-c/Ballin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370076124692564711.post-7339597289650462822</id><published>2009-02-09T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:26:36.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me laugh</title><content type='html'>So... I made this blog days and days ago but have not been able to figure out what to post... I have decided that instead of telling you about my life and what happened to me last Tuesday and why it made me so mad... I am going to show you random things that i find funny.... 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