tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23791830949087004662024-03-12T21:45:46.373-07:00Sara Sara Bo BearaSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-62691196497437801982008-12-15T17:57:00.001-08:002008-12-15T18:12:27.674-08:00Favorite Time of the Year !!!!<u><span style="color:#0066cc;"><span style="color:#009900;">It is Christmas time. This is my favorite time of the year. I love to decorate the tree and the</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">house. I also like this time of the year because it helps remind you about giving and helping</span> <span style="color:#009900;">others. Most of all it is a time for us to reflect on the our Saviors birth. I wish everyone a very</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">Merry Christmas and may the Spirt of of Christmas be in your hearts all year around!</span> </span></u><br /><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><br /><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><br /><div align="center"><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZbLuEqHLzY_cM0LqPsRHOajWL1d2Tuxf8Lsb8PL6FUDlb9fhTDIT1Eg8_uOyayustShkPi05tuCzQohUdVeWKRU4Q2qy0kLN1bDchHQq02gLs_LjJejAa7AADK_geuhIBAUyKFLMgZsY/s1600-h/December+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280202814974112274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZbLuEqHLzY_cM0LqPsRHOajWL1d2Tuxf8Lsb8PL6FUDlb9fhTDIT1Eg8_uOyayustShkPi05tuCzQohUdVeWKRU4Q2qy0kLN1bDchHQq02gLs_LjJejAa7AADK_geuhIBAUyKFLMgZsY/s320/December+006.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#009900;"> Arch way in my House</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZB3aLM5FSEa-ui5FgTtUHQQRmy15RBwTRlf-4kUujtuGKc5pOI7Zcm2aIeeWQE2YSjzCBusWW-JvZRGDrCLdDAPhxQwYyyULs09byvsSptLQL32kfdeBrK3zQxxigvM03H2ggHozkww/s1600-h/December+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280202780692630850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZB3aLM5FSEa-ui5FgTtUHQQRmy15RBwTRlf-4kUujtuGKc5pOI7Zcm2aIeeWQE2YSjzCBusWW-JvZRGDrCLdDAPhxQwYyyULs09byvsSptLQL32kfdeBrK3zQxxigvM03H2ggHozkww/s320/December+010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHqhMVnHSbOOVBIs53KmxXXAKBEJYmL49lrUplow612ulQfVZOf-NNb_YBN353sXnSl5s02cMwuaXzVX9OAE2DCslL80z2wI5jN6rs7ueacgkBTKtZq1uhFWSphMlcDCtbHVPUqz4pJs/s1600-h/December+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280202780183762834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHqhMVnHSbOOVBIs53KmxXXAKBEJYmL49lrUplow612ulQfVZOf-NNb_YBN353sXnSl5s02cMwuaXzVX9OAE2DCslL80z2wI5jN6rs7ueacgkBTKtZq1uhFWSphMlcDCtbHVPUqz4pJs/s320/December+012.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;"> Christmas Tree</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8tqb4N8rkjmqSLOJl27ANP6byotRsrpTxe3g1T4J6z9K3JdEq17iyTfP-FEEG9F-krdTY7NQD1j1oqVcek-vxd1HYf2TQ1ZigyJn8P6HDtjX57Wd3Mi4tq6771A_Xnr-xhNNcUWtypGk/s1600-h/December+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280202769424348322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8tqb4N8rkjmqSLOJl27ANP6byotRsrpTxe3g1T4J6z9K3JdEq17iyTfP-FEEG9F-krdTY7NQD1j1oqVcek-vxd1HYf2TQ1ZigyJn8P6HDtjX57Wd3Mi4tq6771A_Xnr-xhNNcUWtypGk/s320/December+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#009900;">Merry</span> Christmas !!!</span><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-58253703667809712872008-10-29T18:41:00.000-07:002008-10-29T18:55:19.397-07:00Halloween Time!<span style="color:#ff6600;">Ya Ya it has been a while since I last blogged but what can I say other than I have nothing to say.. So I thought I would show off the pumkins we craved and the bullween. You say what is Bullween it is bull riders riding bulls in customes. It was great. I had a blast with Jess, crystina and tori! Enjoy!</span> <div><div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">What Awesome pumkins</span>!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262758452061711730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8PIfk-ZvEm4VhfsfIQlpLYlZrBgxqOF-krzp7gkpKH0z5ufTdWOsbBYzj14ivoO4QqR7tzLkh_MHF-Pra2bieLHR1wshHfnQLCo3wUM3B9grCSPmallKLAHhIYiLRjLuU-g54bFKuFug/s320/halloween+014.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262757808539003618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXnvCOT1-Z5k0FOEuZAdo_we6R8xduJxwxk0MZdGZdkaJyfYxVrJVZS5Ngnaa_ewnSw_ic-8PHc9tC21XeG6U68cvclmdJxRaZ5UndSw9YXymAThVa1FDuUnPmJK6pE5aiMD3xM0gHJlo/s320/halloween+013.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262757793613848754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJ-M40-XAHk5gQrFwGDxEZmzEG6y8qaPIt0ZNE05oepV4h96DEAywecYZPmy-y4PU3nQjJ0nbZ9vqvcDANAlSj-B8uyPk8JOgqYfhSIDadSodcam_tuRd_TPATpOHOFUPimBybzADNms/s320/halloween+011.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262757788109595282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTwWuj1EyGoOb7wnqrggRjkn7V_sLzCTt_LyNXy6LXZhVTRIO8U9ThrkxIVanYUHie1pzXMg7lmUT63TuCT9GOxmQI1sxcxk8ip-719Nedwz4Fex0A3AGggtu8-QoQhHcYaTXR7IE6I1o/s320/halloween+010.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Look at my cute little monkey!!! Love ya Teigan</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262757781732047298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbTqSuw6MFMvYn_QBONGTupS5fmK-zLUUa0XV6jTVii3PE2OB_BoUH39a37sEkMnZ0W8FZRjOJwTFv_kiHrFYPWznwp12q19Fn9mPi1yFjN8L4FZW730F99Vi3CaCrhBEuvhs-JR1WBs/s320/halloween+003.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Look at my two farorite nerds!! Love ya Tori and Cris!!!</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262757770917615506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcU25P_Esx4cXFtsWlam5tQISI_KgSShlk5mgZHd3Fc3DkS9G3uIWrMLNteh_4yC3PW0YpEgKML5QSNPj-zl63wYpRF1qNBtGb0XaSsBjjJBg1ee9EtJjz6yKrZwkZSizIdqJt6f8dvgs/s320/halloween+002.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Happy Halloween to all!!!</span></p>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-5064529980817002702008-09-20T13:09:00.000-07:002008-09-20T13:32:30.220-07:00Meet Zazu!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8_Nx_6WArAGRNhvHyb6INpkCbGY8vdjj0p7VSciY0kGKAHFDADNsQKClTY2300dXcwiHzvx_U69uxskljvRj8jeU4e2dYrIexGNO4i3X8-N7PKmnCVxn_GExC4YlOUgLTJl3Lfm9wE3E/s1600-h/92008+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248203975867325634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8_Nx_6WArAGRNhvHyb6INpkCbGY8vdjj0p7VSciY0kGKAHFDADNsQKClTY2300dXcwiHzvx_U69uxskljvRj8jeU4e2dYrIexGNO4i3X8-N7PKmnCVxn_GExC4YlOUgLTJl3Lfm9wE3E/s320/92008+009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWyqiqUsp7he8PfYkluSiYU2wzP9huxK_KstK3ad8G-GG6qsqXuKPT4mXJ2g-n3xO_hh_OJUE9Qol7KHt1gpaaEAKcov5toDvjq0vz2dUgLRcijgPLo3qEj926CmmPAreV6NJs1HSpDo/s1600-h/92008+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248203977645638946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWyqiqUsp7he8PfYkluSiYU2wzP9huxK_KstK3ad8G-GG6qsqXuKPT4mXJ2g-n3xO_hh_OJUE9Qol7KHt1gpaaEAKcov5toDvjq0vz2dUgLRcijgPLo3qEj926CmmPAreV6NJs1HSpDo/s320/92008+010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT5Jprd-vyRpMw0X2o7yVgUzJcuCF9MQOTByDOBSzdVb3HnMEe_y2AKURoX-016z4d0HIsSfXVbpLQ4mryeJrCDjf809QOWJ7J_GEKWk79XHbJs-Kn-r3xdkUGlIMW3I-8QqO2DMQnRoY/s1600-h/92008+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248203988155165282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT5Jprd-vyRpMw0X2o7yVgUzJcuCF9MQOTByDOBSzdVb3HnMEe_y2AKURoX-016z4d0HIsSfXVbpLQ4mryeJrCDjf809QOWJ7J_GEKWk79XHbJs-Kn-r3xdkUGlIMW3I-8QqO2DMQnRoY/s320/92008+011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><strong>Some people can't just go test drive a car without coming home with a new one!</strong></span></div><br /><div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-55504410101850081732008-09-04T16:04:00.001-07:002008-09-04T16:15:46.581-07:00Cutting Out Corn Stalks = Big Toe!<span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Yesterday I was helping my parents pick the garden. We had got done picking all the corn off the stalks and then proceed to cut the stalks out. So my mom and dad proceed to do this while I picked the beans. Well they got to the last section and my dad asked me if I wanted any to decorate with. I said heck yes. So I grabbed a section of them and he took the shovel and cut them. Well he went to the next section before I got my foot move and he got my toe. He of course freaked and was upset aka means he felt bad. I stood there and said it is no big deal I am fine. I got the stalks I wanted gave them to him. Then I went in to clean up.<br /><br />No I did not swear nor did I cry. I just cleaned up and bandaged it. I even jumped on the tramp for while after. The funny thing is today when I think about what happened it now makes me queasy. HA HA...</span> </span><br /><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><br /><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFTnKJJLCKfDAa2dv4Rrj-qQNimu5qwm3JF8C081-lp1vllnJ2TMT2w5iJTKExR69moin9bA-XNdtZ0hK-XMTp3oUYnpnJVUQO8f8VeQRT9jS6AcOjDxSBHbRZoT9vRovXRRlYLVhU8oo/s1600-h/toe+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242306505422456306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFTnKJJLCKfDAa2dv4Rrj-qQNimu5qwm3JF8C081-lp1vllnJ2TMT2w5iJTKExR69moin9bA-XNdtZ0hK-XMTp3oUYnpnJVUQO8f8VeQRT9jS6AcOjDxSBHbRZoT9vRovXRRlYLVhU8oo/s320/toe+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXvNQIznq_aq2nwKYuGSPAAwPolKcj2aQ6tcCwS9lgYfXogjKT-Be5xN90ACsIgYuIV_d24OyEvqtmCtI0KANiBUCClFyD9ObtqCIGGenbi317flfX0g7DTpnN50hC7aWvLpYbGjqgtg/s1600-h/toe+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242306510735832418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXvNQIznq_aq2nwKYuGSPAAwPolKcj2aQ6tcCwS9lgYfXogjKT-Be5xN90ACsIgYuIV_d24OyEvqtmCtI0KANiBUCClFyD9ObtqCIGGenbi317flfX0g7DTpnN50hC7aWvLpYbGjqgtg/s320/toe+004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-15680519147377371842008-08-29T16:22:00.000-07:002008-08-29T16:42:58.317-07:00Spoiled Dog<div align="center">So some people spoil there kids, well if you have no kids to spoil what do you? Well if you are me you spoil your pet! This last weekend I just did that! I went to walmart to buy a few items I need and wander to the doggie isle. Thus began the spoiling. I found a very cute dog mat and dishes to match, did she need it no but oh they are so cute so in the cart they go. Then I find a very cute treat jar to hold her treats, did she need it no but it went in to the cart. Then of course you had to have treats to go in to the very cute jar. So needless to say I spent like ten bucks on me and over twenty five on her. Some may call me crazy to them I say what did you spend on your child today! :) </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Look at Her cute treat jar!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240088717070479202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-JGVK6q07fMAobXIp4E_xOyYvi1-bpTjM3L2SlSQpajfbEbzz3i_DDsUrwB3rTU452xIeitAPMgPipSLk6541uQZJgOv5ljg8-l7el6hPq0on5mu2UhpvvbPZaPQ40KwrGepzoHThXtk/s320/pics+007.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240085806618425634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM80k37W2_TU023XwboOZMYKsCG2JrCJQ7_r89wIAFOyvXOcdrTvP1aaO7l8j93uaUID5hCkcs5-aFahDsGQgGmWZpLwknD4aKxGpkubFYsLJBc3Cgm3oUuvT07Eufb0RMV7r3TCGrv5k/s320/08-23-08_1225.jpg" border="0" />Cute new mat and dishes!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240086002628605202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlBSVrfehWM0mIeKbZnXTwpVzFZwxdoA_eZnsiaTO56ZcG8qqW9UWfOwg3RKB6PGquQXGdHUnA4EKvOBGJ_PqAfCePYiHi_oiCGdE5w5iBjgrpLuT1kRaE6TMj8EpA1kqpZQ2Ajs3EXrI/s320/today+001.JPG" border="0" />Here is the SPOILED pooch Isn't she just the cutest!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gLBCTkl_wzU-QU5OfAysMecW-djepcJEaolw8YW_obGYMPdDpesaJkoIRfWakdHY7aJEw4R32TsFUAZJM0DAhYK7DAtiJxcjWU7StkLF1hdWN1tibmcQrAbnkreqwC47aBlauMHng_U/s1600-h/08-14-08_1851.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-1447873041596675662008-08-04T19:38:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:09.425-08:00Yes this all I did all Weekend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy_tU5RSdNdw7jZMX1LxZIXUAIzXnCUSWvw_h65p5D-jGtwraVVGixHvr1rWfemm2nDGGqkMtrdEFGV2CqFzzIGkLQprNvBX2s0-XlQyCl-V1A43oSJeBHGnFCSDuzmmscWlcOOdYmr50/s1600-h/today+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230869929644818050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy_tU5RSdNdw7jZMX1LxZIXUAIzXnCUSWvw_h65p5D-jGtwraVVGixHvr1rWfemm2nDGGqkMtrdEFGV2CqFzzIGkLQprNvBX2s0-XlQyCl-V1A43oSJeBHGnFCSDuzmmscWlcOOdYmr50/s320/today+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Breaking Dawn is here and yes that is all I did this weekend is read it. It is amazing. It is full of twists and drama. Stephanie Meyer did it again. I have not finished I want to then I dont want it to be over HA HA.. </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-18756811360187074362008-07-26T13:53:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:10.852-08:00New RoomWhile my sis was in town she redid my room. Which as a big project and hard work. She had to sand, prime and paint. She did an amazing job! I LOVE it. I can't thank her enough for what she did. She is a great sis! Here is all her hard work.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7kAZRkdNOqJPEXBWqd7hUxAnAIeFbPDlDiAniZ3I-ot9-3Xxjg9d-YQpr5h93R4NkXl4ygxLMFs3TzLRBytQSRhpoe-GyymIZ_ULLpxjn2CUe1BNWuKPfT_S64egYGTQtwVhbzJVmzc8/s1600-h/july+037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227430405163897762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7kAZRkdNOqJPEXBWqd7hUxAnAIeFbPDlDiAniZ3I-ot9-3Xxjg9d-YQpr5h93R4NkXl4ygxLMFs3TzLRBytQSRhpoe-GyymIZ_ULLpxjn2CUe1BNWuKPfT_S64egYGTQtwVhbzJVmzc8/s320/july+037.JPG" border="0" /></a> She hand painted the wall and the stripes.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtiS8OQG0pAZ-RDjfhHiNkvIDHj2g0H_wu22pNZlTSi0Avx-ZPoAMgZivyytjGsFugRKKY09yCWffJ1sdm42QZfORqdY3LgS-i8LuRVVRnjLl76jvMh44zCTbe6SJ5zh89Xk1tJe1DX7E/s1600-h/july+038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227430410246892642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtiS8OQG0pAZ-RDjfhHiNkvIDHj2g0H_wu22pNZlTSi0Avx-ZPoAMgZivyytjGsFugRKKY09yCWffJ1sdm42QZfORqdY3LgS-i8LuRVVRnjLl76jvMh44zCTbe6SJ5zh89Xk1tJe1DX7E/s320/july+038.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimTB3-FBlO4TnGXENC34ek1rXC3qoqPT2gO_bl5op4rQCW1WORptK_G2lHLJ32Di04jjlTD7zTwXEZ6aHNGoeWaKzmMOnNb6NNJA-w28i5qG7vBHnLldU3r5fyhe3OPsr0GTeXQzcUBhE/s1600-h/july+039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227430417554990850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimTB3-FBlO4TnGXENC34ek1rXC3qoqPT2gO_bl5op4rQCW1WORptK_G2lHLJ32Di04jjlTD7zTwXEZ6aHNGoeWaKzmMOnNb6NNJA-w28i5qG7vBHnLldU3r5fyhe3OPsr0GTeXQzcUBhE/s320/july+039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNuG5wsa1dO9rUqJZTm9bSX3FgI1RqT44sZ4kprliBhFowQ2pA-Nf7GhdPfmGvTvXAxFyyX53aXK5i-hNLxmGrxTONNbmsJTKF-kLOAagfIj4i1yCJm-GiavrUtvMK09Ds0AS4vjxPn1w/s1600-h/july+041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227430418957426770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNuG5wsa1dO9rUqJZTm9bSX3FgI1RqT44sZ4kprliBhFowQ2pA-Nf7GhdPfmGvTvXAxFyyX53aXK5i-hNLxmGrxTONNbmsJTKF-kLOAagfIj4i1yCJm-GiavrUtvMK09Ds0AS4vjxPn1w/s320/july+041.JPG" border="0" /></a> Oh look at that CUTE dog!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJTZtHNIawwVRE5TBydbrp4wrSpJddpEuEd5w7dzr2SFPwhgPdH895FuSqkMn63mgJ852wefkVaphhRp7p4tisi9vCHKYuJBm8j6RBQcj7tZxlmvZT5D2KLLBMvhEKtGx3EwLGbZVDL0/s1600-h/july+042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227430428799393330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJTZtHNIawwVRE5TBydbrp4wrSpJddpEuEd5w7dzr2SFPwhgPdH895FuSqkMn63mgJ852wefkVaphhRp7p4tisi9vCHKYuJBm8j6RBQcj7tZxlmvZT5D2KLLBMvhEKtGx3EwLGbZVDL0/s320/july+042.JPG" border="0" /></a> My new VERY CUTE DVD holder<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227430604963250242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7fbPfd0rOSLJugtFo_AVQPPcFJKKtGgyQCiPrkNCQVjxZpQ-9q3JudbViB8UVLkXYUHrgm8ZpqHJ97nNBMQ1vhJbyuZTy8pxjdy9C9hj0sL8v9jQkDg-bO3wxVc_AXvSgADrDbbhAMKo/s320/july+043.JPG" border="0" /> Also a very CUTE holderSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-75687548062835362172008-07-26T13:37:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:11.831-08:00Last Three WeeksOk so the last three weeks have been crazy. My sis and niece was in town and boy were we busy. We poured a new patio, built a gazebo and then did things like Jumpin Jacks, Lagoon and shopping. All in all it was a great three weeks! Oh ya and the biggest thing to happen was I got a new job yes I know I just started at Fibernet but I had an opportunity come along that I could not pass up. It was hard because I loved Fibernet and will miss working there and all the great people but the new job gave me more benefits and more of one on one with customers. I will be starting at Intuit on Monday! Here is to a new adventure. Here are some pics of the new patio <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227427493363668754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmIJQibheCTGg74VZ4w2z3xqnfTDV3KPgPYlweJzsjIM4YlpY6HSufcgf6fciBmzzWti1vvc5BwJpJl4Bb3BSRcehKlYL8CqtMXUrRPU-5oOMAlBccusVbIYEmcnymB610Kzj0JpsDo_c/s320/july+006.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227427483349495058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDo-zriNObWxxF5-3iUuudHAKXw4Ntg7MvIiHxblwCaGwWHpPlHT1oBSoIhmR3S_YXEtLzAv99rHCa5uoIZt8-gcnoy-KEetvBwf1yBB11hJI5xID_eKyRFpCJYbSYeXOXRdHlwOq1jRg/s320/july+003.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227427461726061538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OiXnfjkE-eQKjCvSXqV8h7YbKQNdG2J_iebVaNjKMR4DSaT_H5Qe6AZaIaZp3fNqjKyAYA4yew9NJIYxGd3gyki-UfNmgW0NpCSvLdGT93Aha-7jZDL17kYjPG8DV0s4rWnDSbtBxbA/s320/july+001.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227427473829045058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHCwlWiy6wFJWsx_QJSXhoXCLwTJmmslw4maUDNcsU9jdRr-RFaEPp72uy5Dn17EEZ2LKyfqQdxvdErP-N7N8Kvb_AM4sTFYGblOwhG2a7keOboGwgpsHw-XvCE3_or93ZBzfSipDTSA/s320/july+002.JPG" border="0" />Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-46005604529824179252008-07-10T08:47:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:13.051-08:00Fourth of JulyI am little behind. I went to ID for the 4Th and brought back my sis and niece so I have been busy. For the 4Th I went camping with my sisters. It was so so much fun. We were up in Island Park at Pole Bridge. It is just up from Mesa Falls. We went Four Wheeling. I saw pretty flowers and the gorgeous river. We went on a ride that took us to this Train tunnel where you use to be able to go thru but due to the high amt of snow they had this year part of it caved in. We walked around it. It was so pretty! We played games and ate very yummy food. My sister makes the best dutch oven chicken and potatoes. There was only one minor thing that was driving everyone crazy was the mosquito's. Now you are thinking we are camping so ya there is going to be mosquito's but this was not just a few. There was so many that they would cover the screen door to the trailer house. We would wave are hands to shoo them away and run in. They were not bad in the day but when night came it was awful. My sister took a protest against them. We sat out there while everyone stayed in the trailer house. We won eventually they left. Over all this was the best 4Th I have had. It was so much fun and I loved being with my sisters. I have great pictures to show you all the fun we had.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7rSQUaH4CpOC2Xdbrtgh1gXlt_XmcNwlEwCOd5qHo2st3ydSTp0sg8DDdJ4vybsWwBOy91JvJ7Vk8j_ppFX6hHhvXwaq0jNaj5UdWh5N9EDWl2L_AREm12o2F3GGPiG0DdK0p3AL2Vi4/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613125300982322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7rSQUaH4CpOC2Xdbrtgh1gXlt_XmcNwlEwCOd5qHo2st3ydSTp0sg8DDdJ4vybsWwBOy91JvJ7Vk8j_ppFX6hHhvXwaq0jNaj5UdWh5N9EDWl2L_AREm12o2F3GGPiG0DdK0p3AL2Vi4/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /></a> That is Nic at the top of the road and I am at the bottom<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlKttnocFTUTACbQ1gsZk9PJ3RyKPHGQ6keO8JWSBTqEkdaliCXBHTEEIQ58Z4_z1Jr-NooDLL07QXdpxbk3ouEuer-GCz22FRq7mlNPC5zAHMlNToT2uperWmtZPkKEk7ghmVSp71JI/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613133927057890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlKttnocFTUTACbQ1gsZk9PJ3RyKPHGQ6keO8JWSBTqEkdaliCXBHTEEIQ58Z4_z1Jr-NooDLL07QXdpxbk3ouEuer-GCz22FRq7mlNPC5zAHMlNToT2uperWmtZPkKEk7ghmVSp71JI/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sam hiding out from the mosquitos<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-PEkM-4BcZacWhaXTabzcWqiNGvG8acaaT4Xt9MiLZL8mdm6f48t6crD6a2T_DCY4lZgBGPeE43Sqf0W7DJ7k9OTQXSgS5Qxw7yaHJYcGLVTlYHTO8Eayw13J1EzaCuAY6HvvgA6R2w/s1600-h/035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613140908273730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-PEkM-4BcZacWhaXTabzcWqiNGvG8acaaT4Xt9MiLZL8mdm6f48t6crD6a2T_DCY4lZgBGPeE43Sqf0W7DJ7k9OTQXSgS5Qxw7yaHJYcGLVTlYHTO8Eayw13J1EzaCuAY6HvvgA6R2w/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /></a> My sister's hiding out from the Mosquitos<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDyMBi-bGiV3qSxE2bZSpdJK-eeagd-QfrUvr2q40oDYF2VHsbCu2cGvwhOG0Zj64L0Qm8_KHtJ6a7P4hUboYkWykxXeTYVCFvUtG-uGKP1JWU_twE08AIO4LC1ytKBdeYCiboN1tTDs/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221612415753312194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDyMBi-bGiV3qSxE2bZSpdJK-eeagd-QfrUvr2q40oDYF2VHsbCu2cGvwhOG0Zj64L0Qm8_KHtJ6a7P4hUboYkWykxXeTYVCFvUtG-uGKP1JWU_twE08AIO4LC1ytKBdeYCiboN1tTDs/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a> Flowers on the trail we were four wheeling on<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4b66AuAYXt1ikQnhvd2asNoFuET1AmQoH8r-cPjMAeRMQZENag8Ze627kdrdnIckgOuARorUFszmvaVRS_1gJdOImhnaMRtB1gvyJbCX4F4j1Ein6RHr-LNes5MPKdABz2qXjTDvxvFk/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221612424976408642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4b66AuAYXt1ikQnhvd2asNoFuET1AmQoH8r-cPjMAeRMQZENag8Ze627kdrdnIckgOuARorUFszmvaVRS_1gJdOImhnaMRtB1gvyJbCX4F4j1Ein6RHr-LNes5MPKdABz2qXjTDvxvFk/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /></a> We were building us a little pool to bathe in.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnsejKcRZXee5glybSNCD8WpPC0QbZzYpU_usKugtPS7rqdA86xF4V8E4aWaBvQMWYkJH56_sLOzSJCthLPzVAjDykcbl0URW-REJFKza8SKPcdfYo366ub5HN_7FtMr8I5crm1pYYUU/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221612433837621362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnsejKcRZXee5glybSNCD8WpPC0QbZzYpU_usKugtPS7rqdA86xF4V8E4aWaBvQMWYkJH56_sLOzSJCthLPzVAjDykcbl0URW-REJFKza8SKPcdfYo366ub5HN_7FtMr8I5crm1pYYUU/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nic relaxing in the sun and she did not want her pic taken<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWKLglaowNjizlozxLM1ulyS5_E47Sy-LlTfK5wAJ5nhadPxqWE4ovOgzMBJo75n45HdzHY3_SAMUOqohe1H1UK1BHT1vppTVOIGvfwyHOoegqbfnuocj2RTOJmh4sA3HOdcfjN8mjZDk/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221612448019615874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWKLglaowNjizlozxLM1ulyS5_E47Sy-LlTfK5wAJ5nhadPxqWE4ovOgzMBJo75n45HdzHY3_SAMUOqohe1H1UK1BHT1vppTVOIGvfwyHOoegqbfnuocj2RTOJmh4sA3HOdcfjN8mjZDk/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /></a> The train tunnel. It was so cool to bad we could not go in it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMRfwJbwqloJwvpaTxgRvi_XHh8vjYf-_txKIA7dI091FE7toBJH2Y4XOCDRS5zZxK_7aPci77av6zqykX3EiFwZeB6sVVOxRgu-Wp_qrA-Z16f1vCMeyfu6R5gd5g1D86pQ6a5r1yVmU/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221612459040236722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMRfwJbwqloJwvpaTxgRvi_XHh8vjYf-_txKIA7dI091FE7toBJH2Y4XOCDRS5zZxK_7aPci77av6zqykX3EiFwZeB6sVVOxRgu-Wp_qrA-Z16f1vCMeyfu6R5gd5g1D86pQ6a5r1yVmU/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /></a> The river that is all long the trail. It is so pretty!<br /><br />Well that was my trip. It was a blast and thanks sis's for showing me such a good time. Love ya.<br /><br /><div><br /></div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-70167241707480369702008-07-01T15:26:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:13.265-08:00Saved a Life!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Er_SHTtZX7JkkCMQa7yg1kRuVKXSdvIaBtdz7IHkf0fnSAmUIV0StgYcWRa-ey4lz0anTfVHfKck5fm0OgeI-WF0xun95HSHFjKITKYUBq2YpBLdaUcOcaQ-bl4ohAwg3IPVlxWOTv4/s1600-h/88.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Er_SHTtZX7JkkCMQa7yg1kRuVKXSdvIaBtdz7IHkf0fnSAmUIV0StgYcWRa-ey4lz0anTfVHfKck5fm0OgeI-WF0xun95HSHFjKITKYUBq2YpBLdaUcOcaQ-bl4ohAwg3IPVlxWOTv4/s320/88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218177168123339730" border="0" /></a><br />We have a nest of Sparrows at my house. They are quite the birds. They love to dive bomb Daisy (my dog). Well last night while I was out watering my flowers and the garden, my dad shouts out the window I think a baby sparrow just fell out of the nest. I quickly run over to see that yes in deed a baby had fell out. It moved and Daisy went after it so I shooed her away, picked up the bird got a ladder and climbed it to the nest. I put the bird in but it fell again. So this time my mom assisted and I tried again and was SUCCESSFUL! Call me hero or not but there is a little birdie that will grow up and marry another girl Bridie or boy since I am not sure the sex.. lol.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-6361120973889446312008-06-27T12:14:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:13.775-08:00The Great Mystery!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmY6jBShTMuInHVP95iuf8HOGRpRiiAfsYEGy9BhVwfzHNHc6dPcuePF5XcxWCrd2OUfISUqDZShiQVv3n0MDc_y94nghFkIL9iLsCyzh5VuY818j04CNPjreIO-r76m6xQuKYbQOMb8/s1600-h/images6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmY6jBShTMuInHVP95iuf8HOGRpRiiAfsYEGy9BhVwfzHNHc6dPcuePF5XcxWCrd2OUfISUqDZShiQVv3n0MDc_y94nghFkIL9iLsCyzh5VuY818j04CNPjreIO-r76m6xQuKYbQOMb8/s400/images6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216649693876315618" border="0" /></a><br />A couple months ago while sitting in class I received a text. The number was a 435, worried me a bit because my lovely ex has family in that area. Anyhoo The texted said whats up. I replied and not much what about you. I get back who is this, I replied and said Sara and then asked who he was. He told me Brain. I then asked how he got my number and he said I was trying to text my friend. I replied and said well sorry you got me. He then said oh I am not sorry this could turn out to be a good thing. Well we texted that night until the wee hours of the morning. This went on for about three weeks. We exchanged photos. We talked about what we liked all that good stuff. He liked Nascar, wanted a big dog and he loves to drive fast and we liked some of the same music. He wanted to take me on his bike once her got it. We talked nonstop! We were talking about meeting up and everything was going great. He was located in Richfield so that is why we did not get together right off the bat. Anyways One Monday he texted me saying good morning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1C8eLCPkEGMFDb3FQN7AarOilRvliVMO5onCQRdqb1tx3T34NPtbU-cJmq1sV1SxeNyXVq4n5LX6YUMZ-D0L6GuM3vV9DDuQs-lVDme-arUx00zAn10DnB3JDJedSUSb5aIwDtImcv4o/s1600-h/images7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1C8eLCPkEGMFDb3FQN7AarOilRvliVMO5onCQRdqb1tx3T34NPtbU-cJmq1sV1SxeNyXVq4n5LX6YUMZ-D0L6GuM3vV9DDuQs-lVDme-arUx00zAn10DnB3JDJedSUSb5aIwDtImcv4o/s400/images7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216649770864570674" border="0" /></a>g sexy. He asked how my day was going. It was the day when it snowed and it was like ice. So told him how I was late for work and was thinking it was going to be a long day. He said well I can't have you not smiling and I said oh he had changed my day and I was smiling. (I know cheesy) He then responded that he hated snow and was not working because of it. I responded back saying I hated it to and was ready for summer and said it sucked that he had to be home but that I would keep him from being to bored.<br /><br /> Well guess what I never heard from him again. I texted later that day no response. I waited five days and texted again (some of you may think I am crazy) still nothing. It was so weird that he just stopped so I had a friend text him nothing. (once again I know you are thinking crazy) So a other friend of mine looked him up to see if what he said was true. It was all correct. So then they tried to call his number and he just made a weird sound. I gave up deleted his contact. I still wonder at times what the crap happened. But for those who know my history this is not surprising that this happened. Seems to be a pattern in my life. Hey it is going great and BOOM and it is gone ha ha ha...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZf1N-JN-Jk0PqsBrauC0-JxeOuabjX7NRie4KUs-JkChWyE-chLfnV_k7MPo0MP_TSiYnCq8r3lExV5mTgfHoDZmWl7pfX_EHLPibhSM_Rlr7PuDLi3c0upH0M7F0aYhc-8a3F_yTbd4/s1600-h/whatever-happy-bunny.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZf1N-JN-Jk0PqsBrauC0-JxeOuabjX7NRie4KUs-JkChWyE-chLfnV_k7MPo0MP_TSiYnCq8r3lExV5mTgfHoDZmWl7pfX_EHLPibhSM_Rlr7PuDLi3c0upH0M7F0aYhc-8a3F_yTbd4/s400/whatever-happy-bunny.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216649337116762706" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Some friends seem to think he died or dropped his phone in the toilet.. I say eh I am just suppose to be single!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-47787807404969186962008-06-26T12:04:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:14.002-08:00Only in my Dreams!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgktxfyAytia1t1ponOoWraxmKUmyW1e4b_qkWRy2lO7I0l23E6sEdZuWunARIp1rXmDrqI0lw95HEdhYbdTOEg9dBi0aMAS0eZpZU9RxWPM62FwtORcRsMWyFvJn6-GFsfL-pjvEjf7g/s1600-h/images4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgktxfyAytia1t1ponOoWraxmKUmyW1e4b_qkWRy2lO7I0l23E6sEdZuWunARIp1rXmDrqI0lw95HEdhYbdTOEg9dBi0aMAS0eZpZU9RxWPM62FwtORcRsMWyFvJn6-GFsfL-pjvEjf7g/s320/images4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216271772837816930" border="0" /></a><br />So the other night I had this dream. I have to say it was one where you want it to be real but to your dismay it is not. Here is the dream, yes you may think I am crazy but hey we all know I am!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I am at a pool party with friends and some coworkers. One of my coworkers is launching kids off his shoulders into the water. Well one kids hits another. Instead of seeing if kid is okay he just leaves. Well she was not okay so I and another person jumped in to save her. why the next came in to my dream I am not sure but it sure made the dream worth it. The next I thing I know is Kenny Chesney is there. He is mingling with the group. Out of no where to girls come up to him and are like hey we got this watch for you. Kenny was not so pleased. He was there as friends not as a famous person. Anyhoo, he starts talking to me. I ask him what beach he is on when he sings old blue chair song. He tells me it is love beach and that I should come down sometime it is amazing. Maybe someone is trying to tell me something. LOL Well the next thing I know he is rubbing my back. I must say I was freaking out inside. OH MY GOSH Kenny is touching me. I am sure in my sleep my breathing was funny, because in my dream it was and man I thought I was going to faint. He then offers me the watch he was given because he felt bad taking it. He said he would match my belt. So I take the watch and then of course I told all my friends and showed off the watch. Everyone was so jealous. Then the next thing I know it is all fading away and I realized in deep sadness that it was all a dream! Man oh man why did it have to end.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLFlV676RphRAqNjoqx-JNGtkRXQVIo-mOFk_Glix6rh-tSNWx7ipzIylpd0oLHRKIvOLshke3NLfTTGZUMNRE4LHTu66GZPZh_hm9QpeLr4ArX9LjQjg4DDPOcCTpe67GUsQx-UoRI4/s1600-h/images5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLFlV676RphRAqNjoqx-JNGtkRXQVIo-mOFk_Glix6rh-tSNWx7ipzIylpd0oLHRKIvOLshke3NLfTTGZUMNRE4LHTu66GZPZh_hm9QpeLr4ArX9LjQjg4DDPOcCTpe67GUsQx-UoRI4/s320/images5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216273181908142370" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I know! I know! You are now thinking whoa she is crazy/stalker. What can I say maybe I am. If you can't have him in real life why not dream about having him right!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-43361539923197530402008-06-24T09:05:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:14.642-08:00Strawberry Days!On Friday I went to Strawberry Days with my Niece's and my friend Jessica and her family. I did takes pictures but they were deleted. It was a blast! We had the yummy strawberries and cream.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmIRUi-1ysdb6NhiDR-0LaMUTAhRAfew4H55ga2wsrmBJD6jIV-R4-Kqjbb3XplUei7OSa3BW9085mpXfczSlv9XICTY_J5LgTerSkLQg5KX5p5GL8KQwDST8EttMqe269rCUZ-7DCcS8/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmIRUi-1ysdb6NhiDR-0LaMUTAhRAfew4H55ga2wsrmBJD6jIV-R4-Kqjbb3XplUei7OSa3BW9085mpXfczSlv9XICTY_J5LgTerSkLQg5KX5p5GL8KQwDST8EttMqe269rCUZ-7DCcS8/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215481587638989538" border="0" /></a><br />There was lots of action to cheer for. My voice was hoarse! I love rodeo's! They make summer so much fun.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-2U9pY2SSfR9APzepF1h0FQouud7KHklmLZgP0Z4FZ96F1yHv0v73IBXiFuEFzAphFVfJ30HhaSc7BHKVV5eJLlWZNwobatXuXKFPv46bGh0c1qMQC_Z9JI8NhAn3SyVxZ-Kn3fycUU/s1600-h/images2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-2U9pY2SSfR9APzepF1h0FQouud7KHklmLZgP0Z4FZ96F1yHv0v73IBXiFuEFzAphFVfJ30HhaSc7BHKVV5eJLlWZNwobatXuXKFPv46bGh0c1qMQC_Z9JI8NhAn3SyVxZ-Kn3fycUU/s320/images2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215482285870807938" border="0" /></a><br />After the Rodeo when we were driving home we raced a Chevelle and then was caught up in a race between the Chevelle and a Toyota truck. The truck actually swerved around me and went in to the the turning lane to stay with the Chevelle. This went on for miles. It was crazy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOhYsiWO0zoGGYCK3SSmVtxOvGDv-wv9xkw1QH12xuFeAShk5GMYr85WoLIxjCcs2WYxHn7RfA3FtozgyI5OQX60vLP7BQHw69EtqSKZUD6naEYgpQXuyr4aUzoccDfJ14sZUv-bMn_U/s1600-h/images3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOhYsiWO0zoGGYCK3SSmVtxOvGDv-wv9xkw1QH12xuFeAShk5GMYr85WoLIxjCcs2WYxHn7RfA3FtozgyI5OQX60vLP7BQHw69EtqSKZUD6naEYgpQXuyr4aUzoccDfJ14sZUv-bMn_U/s320/images3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215483255656584178" border="0" /></a><br />Overall the night was full of excitement!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-65594454431705764272008-06-16T19:27:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:15.598-08:00Father's DayFor Father's Day we had a Bar-B-Que with some of my family. It was so much fun. We had spent the day watching <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nascar</span> and the Us Open. My poor dad spent part of the day cutting Hay until the machine broke. All in all he had a good day. Here is some pics of my family. <div><div><br /> </div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212672675319046210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNX9zTyC3R6K4U1w0XTLSzMtCLU96hn2VXV8tKpuKyWqTDYbixBiUBuiT4c5MNkYEdW7cOQOnOkiIODvtEBN6ZcWjDgz9NRQFAhVw16VwOOGvsJuzLVV8EaPfTKP4sU4n_WjH0Bkf05Xw/s320/fathers+day+004.JPG" border="0" />This is my Dad! This is after all his hard work. If he has taught me anything it is how to work hard. He is a great Dad and I am grateful to have him as my dad. Hey Jess look he is not in bibs I know amazing. HA HA</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212673474584355154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8kuEQv7Ig1cGyITbBeh5dJVrmkgVfDY1fc6mhVRsuIFvfo40tkk41jIKepY-91W1Ze2z0KaGjY6AuCwLFZXtP7-U4yyZZUXmtVyeYXSdsbdmiEijX8Yv8kkk1Yaj8JQZnEYHFswJdzs/s320/fathers+day+001.JPG" border="0" />Here is my brother Steve in Bar-B-Que action. He cracks me! </div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212674745856323922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQ6NuR-BuXodiNlxPmpsxYylaUWGonN7QFoGiZcka9xUpPGTzDFEyCemRZHgJ53e7HwbE1anOvvIAnsGnNcNBaskGbquyMLcRIkfVa4Rkclo776nvdxGdd4c-4EB7CV-1N2rqlHKFdbM/s320/fathers+day+009.JPG" border="0" />Here is me and my Niece <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Crystina</span> out on the swing.. After eating delicious steak! This is for Megan who says I am never on my blog!! Love ya.</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212675591922286994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjkWRBOEMpgvJzRuEr64V3DhSPOX5ax7qa2IJJjleGoj8inGPdj8cy21zbkiD7bv2o3MiH9sdZeAg1Qgdjw7i7SBaL-4nQPbXtOaPrNnXAoVLxWIUKpkD_nYUSp6Yygk4IjCbwOIiDXc/s320/fathers+day+013.JPG" border="0" /><br />Never to young to be a farm! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tegian</span> loves to be in the dirt and if not that on the tractor. I hope everyone had a great Father's Day! </p><p></p>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-12522253425286031772008-06-14T21:09:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:15.811-08:00Cute Toes!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7eU_CGPpFPsTjINyS0wmYr7wGaKvYw3Sxx8m4pb5lqppPtkHYB18H4nJL5pfso5KuLg7p9ldOe330MsiUUDwksNRK6uYGHMUXuI9oeW49JiE3S80mfYx17lIdGK5sa_0sPcb4RsI9-4/s1600-h/toes2+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211958759617427538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7eU_CGPpFPsTjINyS0wmYr7wGaKvYw3Sxx8m4pb5lqppPtkHYB18H4nJL5pfso5KuLg7p9ldOe330MsiUUDwksNRK6uYGHMUXuI9oeW49JiE3S80mfYx17lIdGK5sa_0sPcb4RsI9-4/s320/toes2+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZ3fTA4tqC7SMPEeGWVJCYnSS9hMIck2GfNsQQh8m3lddEd9ihZnVeZX2WOVOW1_D20pCsNxoEYPbbnfA_cSag_8w3WSi064n2FPG_oLndmW_Dn8ywP2aaS5A6aAVDQc7KjmojLehRgw/s1600-h/toes2+004.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div>Today I went with my sister in law and her family to get our toes done. They had them done for her sister's wedding and they were so freaking cute,I went along this time. I love my toes and yes it was worth the drive to South Jordan to get them done. I had a great time! Who knew it was so hard to take a good picture of your feet. This is the best I could do.. lol...</div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-55979469310082952002008-06-12T20:45:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:16.067-08:00Secondhand Serenade Concert<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6BiWelOigQcAmuRjaL-Jpev1wBWfiJgNcY2xcoj8JTDKisgCokr6Mg1S7nspzrVAVHLyGfLHEdYwHXhVvPRwx9F2tr5aZ3NDj4QkVgegaM0YJ9HphhHvSloCer40QPFbSQwRMAmZZHY/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211209991444731986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6BiWelOigQcAmuRjaL-Jpev1wBWfiJgNcY2xcoj8JTDKisgCokr6Mg1S7nspzrVAVHLyGfLHEdYwHXhVvPRwx9F2tr5aZ3NDj4QkVgegaM0YJ9HphhHvSloCer40QPFbSQwRMAmZZHY/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN3gwAgQEAAFFksU0MQYcUZ27Vu9S5VXrW_DSGjKlWVBES4UF5cn6Ucys80DZtU9RZkKdiNlZ5eSMdSmo1y-IO6yuIcehWNZWgQXParwmtPXctTc7dK0Ef23Kxw_OtgJpmzJG4wxJqtkc/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211209504055589922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN3gwAgQEAAFFksU0MQYcUZ27Vu9S5VXrW_DSGjKlWVBES4UF5cn6Ucys80DZtU9RZkKdiNlZ5eSMdSmo1y-IO6yuIcehWNZWgQXParwmtPXctTc7dK0Ef23Kxw_OtgJpmzJG4wxJqtkc/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /></a>So last night I went to the Secondhand Serenade Concert with Kate, Tori and Crystina. They are in love with this band. It was so much fun to see them sing along, take pics and video. It was a great time. I enjoy there music.. I do have to say I felt old. I looked around and realized there is sure alot of Teens!!! Ha Ha no worries I saw some adults with kids there. Just another sign I am getting older. If you have not herad of these guys check them out they are pretty good band. </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-33758715125968559272008-06-02T18:55:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:16.278-08:00Congrats Sam!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4MHIqo4YuCnSCh6cYW19mrYNIyCPBWsYvsfjk84584sI4fBSVUH6ga2aujx7MsWbLdAki4mlN8PCVz4ouazslk2ba9aH2zL31XJS8bJdG7R1DPOD-rf0y4RdzoZ6wCMEkiAX3dQqCHiY/s1600-h/m_1e41030bbf9e411c82f4bef948df6c33.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207469231995885826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4MHIqo4YuCnSCh6cYW19mrYNIyCPBWsYvsfjk84584sI4fBSVUH6ga2aujx7MsWbLdAki4mlN8PCVz4ouazslk2ba9aH2zL31XJS8bJdG7R1DPOD-rf0y4RdzoZ6wCMEkiAX3dQqCHiY/s320/m_1e41030bbf9e411c82f4bef948df6c33.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Last week I was up in Idaho for my Niece Samantha's Graduation from High School. She was Valedictorian and graduated with the highest honors. She did an awesome job on her speech. It was the best one! and no I am not being biases it really was.I am so very proud of her and all the hard work she did to get where she is at. She is now on to Utah State next fall. Where she will only continue to achieve great things. Congrats Sam! Love Ya Lots Kiddo!</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-43847618960654170792008-06-02T17:43:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:17.805-08:00After all the Hardwork<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXNuXAtXsNky5ITiGWAkeJfd8twbuIicLEonwlCpFjdN_NXrIFZNkmMWdP4AA81cO5MLSgOlTLuYffV6RK3xJIFwWdxr70X7mDEr_DE83Y5Okpdfd7adwd1sm9_dP0yWBIUMUmkGWq5kI/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207450282600175762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXNuXAtXsNky5ITiGWAkeJfd8twbuIicLEonwlCpFjdN_NXrIFZNkmMWdP4AA81cO5MLSgOlTLuYffV6RK3xJIFwWdxr70X7mDEr_DE83Y5Okpdfd7adwd1sm9_dP0yWBIUMUmkGWq5kI/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDoh7mLnnyOBkpqRliFG8hw858UO4CfyN8LG8E9Bge7GgZIuunKHDUzuRy0qwF8wfgG7Zx5IcvuxXYNZ8ZrqVQtggx0RWRL8hpgoIwH6k-GMQhImnpWNXr56EG0_qt90P6hXVHOt6ZRE/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207450286895143074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDoh7mLnnyOBkpqRliFG8hw858UO4CfyN8LG8E9Bge7GgZIuunKHDUzuRy0qwF8wfgG7Zx5IcvuxXYNZ8ZrqVQtggx0RWRL8hpgoIwH6k-GMQhImnpWNXr56EG0_qt90P6hXVHOt6ZRE/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjbltsEtEZVBNyTa5hg-tjazWt_2bMyltsUFvnCo4lDZEQnfy5GhhdGjgdhBCAI9lFVzPQHRk8uzke63Svfw89TyzPMNM7tFSQq-Ye4N351tnYd8lxVyC4uzNhO6froAK0_nbQi3n62zA/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207450853830826226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjbltsEtEZVBNyTa5hg-tjazWt_2bMyltsUFvnCo4lDZEQnfy5GhhdGjgdhBCAI9lFVzPQHRk8uzke63Svfw89TyzPMNM7tFSQq-Ye4N351tnYd8lxVyC4uzNhO6froAK0_nbQi3n62zA/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqBJw6rRTwpUa3RIAcDqgxj6bsFgbCcIlw_XLj61rOh783YVFDYy6uBKmbYr25joh9wW0IM8xVJaWYr879BO6HwsdlhSnaIymw3jSH0RvuuztL7oejwLmrVwuhTScQ-FaOU-0d0oiR98/s1600-h/024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207450845240891618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqBJw6rRTwpUa3RIAcDqgxj6bsFgbCcIlw_XLj61rOh783YVFDYy6uBKmbYr25joh9wW0IM8xVJaWYr879BO6HwsdlhSnaIymw3jSH0RvuuztL7oejwLmrVwuhTScQ-FaOU-0d0oiR98/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzF9jGssYV1EnMQkHYeIJrpVxQfNDJAUFvl43ZviBr2g6SJI6Kg4S1oig5HJykbFTKMMELxy_5K3MMRY66Q6QglU2nDALNF6XyvA85H5WVJ0KM4wYtvve7viqD8llGXn0RvMaHbrtLNTM/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207450840945924306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzF9jGssYV1EnMQkHYeIJrpVxQfNDJAUFvl43ZviBr2g6SJI6Kg4S1oig5HJykbFTKMMELxy_5K3MMRY66Q6QglU2nDALNF6XyvA85H5WVJ0KM4wYtvve7viqD8llGXn0RvMaHbrtLNTM/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCwIta_qGoHdvFWR_Rku5VxnJWgSwvxWxtdR-9kQv8R6eWnwlCYHOKDc-D65cX2d1X6kbP0_mWZ3oQfvdICU018f5xyfTWCtC74W-8436HTP3mAScOMwE8bx9o7dkyJXi7zGPP79657d0/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207450291190110386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCwIta_qGoHdvFWR_Rku5VxnJWgSwvxWxtdR-9kQv8R6eWnwlCYHOKDc-D65cX2d1X6kbP0_mWZ3oQfvdICU018f5xyfTWCtC74W-8436HTP3mAScOMwE8bx9o7dkyJXi7zGPP79657d0/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qVix4in0Eh0B6DLzS-e_C5zS0F7w7epeXMGQVGPnolxKPUIYzCvJlQo2V80_sBOMVPsy7TUSsWzI9hg4bC9uhnF9OD4W5r9kbHAMMYoaM5g5SmA4F5kb40S0Y4tJP94ugML8y0G2nS8/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207450295485077698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qVix4in0Eh0B6DLzS-e_C5zS0F7w7epeXMGQVGPnolxKPUIYzCvJlQo2V80_sBOMVPsy7TUSsWzI9hg4bC9uhnF9OD4W5r9kbHAMMYoaM5g5SmA4F5kb40S0Y4tJP94ugML8y0G2nS8/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-75501353099988330862008-06-02T17:35:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:18.227-08:00Favorite Time of The YearOkay so I have not blogged for while, well the reason is that I have been busy getting my flower beds ready to plant and also planting them. I love picking out the flowers and then planting them. This is all I have pretty much done since the weekend before Mothers Day. I live outside. I love getting rid of the dead and putting in the new. It is so nice to see all the hard work pay off when the yard looks so nice. I have gotten a pretty good tan for a red head. Ha Ha. Well I took before and after pictures.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Here is the Before:</div><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpW-4VmFAIHISbzAQrg-q3f1wKFc80GbJY4Paxo9YcqIetv94qKSB9qkwufnOWXNk1KSHA1epiiGTIvXMMbV6_DijDEAR8qjcsgZHftUjcPsehPEiogtASgPUuz8e5yABJDIzW_9jUT0/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207448891030771842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpW-4VmFAIHISbzAQrg-q3f1wKFc80GbJY4Paxo9YcqIetv94qKSB9qkwufnOWXNk1KSHA1epiiGTIvXMMbV6_DijDEAR8qjcsgZHftUjcPsehPEiogtASgPUuz8e5yABJDIzW_9jUT0/s320/012.JPG" width="338" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhhY_Ub7BlCotkxqqmo6GHKHKqFJudBJ7tDKnp5cIov9d__tY3j-JmibEnRC-zHFlGciEfrds0TFrZrzZ397Ics2XyyLN5WFS9LwIGXclITM_m6LbPzXhXj_Tx3ktprS_mSItNnYx_aY/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207448882440837218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhhY_Ub7BlCotkxqqmo6GHKHKqFJudBJ7tDKnp5cIov9d__tY3j-JmibEnRC-zHFlGciEfrds0TFrZrzZ397Ics2XyyLN5WFS9LwIGXclITM_m6LbPzXhXj_Tx3ktprS_mSItNnYx_aY/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-37947020083765808072008-04-21T18:04:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:19.908-08:00Are You Laughing, Really Laughing???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7SUVgw8AmD2uIUUle1vZH0pGb6t8P1jmds-WLfwQU0sv-Ya__MiWMaHkGiS3kkjq_xjcB-xUtuO6PH3p-_gytzvKhyphenhyphenDpHsQsRdO15Q0Fg8qKLxEM2Uo5IfvS4R7A9qdVMDjqMx6D5ggI/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191872050895056914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7SUVgw8AmD2uIUUle1vZH0pGb6t8P1jmds-WLfwQU0sv-Ya__MiWMaHkGiS3kkjq_xjcB-xUtuO6PH3p-_gytzvKhyphenhyphenDpHsQsRdO15Q0Fg8qKLxEM2Uo5IfvS4R7A9qdVMDjqMx6D5ggI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I called to close account today with Chase. Who I hate with a passion. So I get the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">first</span> lady and I ask why I have a 26.15 charge when this account has been paid and she is like well before pay off it is still consider a loan. So I paid it off early and get charges because it was not due <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">until</span> April 4<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Th</span>. I tell her I want to close the account, she says well I can not help you with that but I will send you over to the rep that can. I go on hold until a man picks up and ask how he can help me today. I tell him that I want to close my account and he says why do you want the account closed. I tell him because you have poor customer service, charges for the stupidest reason and all the other crap you do. What do I hear on the other end but him laughing really laughing. I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">silent</span> he stated he was laughing at my choice of word of crap.. to which I respond by saying nothing. He then proceeds to try and save me and I very bluntly yelled do not try and save me I want the account closed now. To which he replied I have started the closure of the account. Hey buddy here is a lesson if you are trying to keep clients it is best that you not laugh at them. Seriously!!!</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-12531651182755513902008-04-14T17:13:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:20.079-08:00Craziest Things Said to Me on Dates<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDXOzAdnQIWUhzuN4mrRw-8eFryD_YDXEG1jJ_9tYxE2WP34rommv1HPNIlJgfdPi7mLLEVg6clPNq0_ZVQODKuqfr0Lq7BQ8gttVECtu9zIGrmlEsntSm9VEsJ6q-05oDWNWdeC8m22s/s1600-h/993938happy-bunny-throw-up-posters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189266390543815618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDXOzAdnQIWUhzuN4mrRw-8eFryD_YDXEG1jJ_9tYxE2WP34rommv1HPNIlJgfdPi7mLLEVg6clPNq0_ZVQODKuqfr0Lq7BQ8gttVECtu9zIGrmlEsntSm9VEsJ6q-05oDWNWdeC8m22s/s320/993938happy-bunny-throw-up-posters.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I thought I would share some of the whacked out things that have been said to me on dates. Yes these are all true, not making them up! Guys really did same them.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>-You can biggie size it</div><br /><div>-Are you going to wear that.</div><br /><div>-I have this red like rash on my foot want to see it.</div><br /><div>-I am not sure what is inside my pillow anymore I have had it so long. </div><br /><div>-So you have a grand canyon is open for exploring.</div><br /><div>-If only I had gotten out with you first and not second then we could go out again.</div><br /><div>-I dreamed last night that we got married and then you were having my child *said only after knowing me a couple of days*</div><br /><div>-Wow you are still with him, guess you have not seen is temper yet. *said by a guys mom the first time I met her* </div><br /><div>-I saw my sister with no shirt.. I was turned on. * Yes not kidding was said to me*</div><br /><div>-Can't believe those girls did not say hi to me seriously pisses me off.. </div><br /><div>-You drive a Nissan Altima , you are spoiled <a href="mailto:B#$%@%">B#$%@%</a> </div><br /><div>-Wanna get married on 7/7/07 *said after a third date. He thought it would be great and he mention showing his friends rings to pick from.*</div><br /><div>-Want to open "The Gift" now not later </div><div> </div><div>-A guy sees you and he is like a that is a girl that could change her own oil.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Those are the ones coming to my mind now. Will share more later with more horror stories.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-63565333838146159812008-04-13T20:39:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:20.187-08:00Single Not So Bad! Dating Horrors<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihotyTFxQWJIRcz9CwzkB73msMg06O5tJchpHgdsyrVMaacasqjq86RG5UtZhuBk3wKxfftebk8xjtdxorsgcUg5Gluu7CoyLs6pj3iWR-GtuR0S27Qvm0C10x9dBVOJBC-_c9ZIYPMZQ/s1600-h/BADDATES.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188953459226629042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihotyTFxQWJIRcz9CwzkB73msMg06O5tJchpHgdsyrVMaacasqjq86RG5UtZhuBk3wKxfftebk8xjtdxorsgcUg5Gluu7CoyLs6pj3iWR-GtuR0S27Qvm0C10x9dBVOJBC-_c9ZIYPMZQ/s320/BADDATES.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have been on my share of dates. Some blind dates some just random hook ups. They all have one thing in common all crazy! So I thought I would share some of my horrors of dating. Enjoy and maybe you will just learn how to survive a horrible date!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Blind date. </div><div></div><div></div><div>Guy picks me up ask if we could take my car because his jeep has no AC and it is a hot day. I said sure thinking in my head at least if it goes bad, I have a way out. Off we go. We go to trafflaga to play mini golf. Well we play I win and lets say he is not so happy about a girl beating him. He was like you must be cheating when I am not looking.. I was like eh no. After the fun game of golf we go to dinner, which is at Wendy's. Hey I had no problem with that until we were in line and he turns to me and says hey you can biggie size if you want. I was like oh boy okay. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Blind Date 2:</div><br /><div>Guy picks me up we head towards orem, as we drive he is talking about how far it was to come and get me. I live in Spanish Fork he come from Provo WOW long ways. Anyhoo we pick up the other people on our date and went to dinner. Dinner went fine he talked again about how far I lived. After dinner we head to the movies. We are seating there watching the coming soon trailers. He turns to me and says have you seen that. I was like umm no it is not out yet. He was like ya. Next one comes on and again he asked me have you seen this. I was like no.. We finish the movie start out to the parking lot and he ask me if I had friend that would come and get me so he would not have to drive so far to take me home. It was midnight. I was like no. </div><div>Funny Side Note: He married my friend and she lived in salem which is past Spanish Fork!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Blind Date 3:</div><br /><div>Got wiser and now meet that guy at where we are eating or the mall if we are going else where. I meet the guy at the mall. He seemed not so thrilled to be on this date. We head to his car. We get in and on the dash of his car is a homer Simpson doll. I thought nothing of it until he pressed the buttons and he started talking and the guy was like is that the greatest thing ever. I was like ya that is cool. Well I wish it would have stopped there but it did not. He talked about homer for a good ten Min's and kept pressing the button. Once he seemed to be off that I asked questions like favorite food, music etc. at which he responded by not responding. I thought maybe he did not hear me, so I would ask another but yet still the same result. At this time I am considering jumping out of the car. Ya we were on the free way but how bad would it hurt can be as bad as it is in the car. We get to dinner sit down to eat and the waiter comes up and he looks at me and he is looking at me like there is something wrong. He takes our drink order then leaves. He comes back to get our order says what would like and my date goes to say what he wants that the waiter is like ma what do you want. At this point I realize he gets that this is a really bad date I am on. Dinner ends but not the date but it did get little better because we end up at my friends to play game. After the date he said dude I am sorry did not realize he did not have skills. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Random Hookup:</div><br /><div>I met a guy we went on second date because the first went well I was thinking maybe I had got past my crazy slump... So second date we go to the movies he holds my hand I was like okay then we get back to my place and he lays one on me. Lets just say I was not ready and was caught off guard. Aka he was like kissing a slobbery dog. Well he calls me the following week. We are talking and he was like well I have get to bed and he says I love you! Yes after two dates. So I have known him all of two days and some conversation and you LOVE ME!! Umm NO. So that was that. I let him know I was not there he got mad go figure.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Random Hookup 2:</div><br /><div>Now this hookup started off to be good but the ending is the killer.</div><br /><div>I met a guy in church and we became instant friends. We hung out all the time. I helped him with his business and we would watch movies etc. Well we kept it up and then became make out buddies. Cause at this point we really had not been on a date just hanging out at his house. He would go on other dates as I would. We would talk about them with each other. Well we then got this connection where we could sense when one was having a bad day or something was wrong. We would talk on the phone for six hours plus when we were not together. So you think things are all good seems to be head in a go place. That all changes. I was hanging out with him one Sunday we watched a movies did some making out then did chores. Well the following Monday he meets a girl and Tuesday he tells me likes her and then before I know it he is getting married. She is not like the gals he has dated like me and the others. Me what or we were dating okay?? Well you would think that this ended with me right he has found his wife why need me. Oh boy I wish no he asked me to family home evening with them, he would call and talk to me about her. Oh gets better he called me the day before his wedding to see if he should marry her what he doing the right thing.. every fiber in my body was like NO YOU IDIOT MARRY ME DUH! but I said yes you are! Oh ya he was upset I would not make the reception. So he gets married. But the calls do not end. He talks to me about his business and to see how I am. Then one day My nephew passes away and I am sitting home with family and get a text from him that says are you okay is there something wrong. There is that crazy connection. It has just been in last year that I have had no contact with him. Funny side note. His wife became my visiting teacher! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well that is just a few of a many crazy dates. I will share more later! Single life is not so bad! </div><br /><div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-43395162602514104322008-04-08T20:21:00.000-07:002008-12-11T16:56:20.355-08:00Yet Another Six Weeks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja33WI0ag8A2B1SDRLiaVaphcLI7z9AXXO5_Eo1825zvS5bZZ19zthuutnrbnIA2dqNtFgQd_UvMb4C3o-ZWiXIhpl4t3wJrbEwFFCJp5SzXiEj_rB-RY1VN6kF5PZIIm8HNQQssXuxuM/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187085152361093058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja33WI0ag8A2B1SDRLiaVaphcLI7z9AXXO5_Eo1825zvS5bZZ19zthuutnrbnIA2dqNtFgQd_UvMb4C3o-ZWiXIhpl4t3wJrbEwFFCJp5SzXiEj_rB-RY1VN6kF5PZIIm8HNQQssXuxuM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So I went back to the Dr. last Thursday for a check up on my shoulder. Well just when I thought I was going to be back to doing massage but no no that is not the case. I am once again not able to do massage for yet another six weeks. I guess my shoulder is to weak which now after doing the exercises I have to do, I realized wow it is weak! So what about school you ask well I am now on a leave until May 25Th. Which means I will not be with my class and will graduate with the class behind me. All in all it is not to bad, the hardest part is not being with my friends when they graduate, but what can you do. Plus I miss giving massages but hopefully the next visit will go well and I will be back in business..</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-38756355343946329142008-03-26T21:28:00.000-07:002008-03-26T21:32:26.136-07:00New Job Amazing!!!!As of last week I have started a new job. I now work at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Fibernet</span>. I have to say it is the greatest place! I love it. The people I work with are awesome. I have never felt so welcomed in a new company. I am looking forward to getting to know everyone better. I feel very lucky to have gotten the job it was the change I was looking for!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379183094908700466.post-71224102172940914792008-02-15T19:18:00.000-08:002008-12-11T16:56:20.497-08:00Shoulder Surgery<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_ZLjKkXcmj1Ame9F2i2zHSH8sTtQLMTjbGmI6S_SaZJW3Q6rdufUvVYX740lvP5s8KQCxws2q8jPmIpd5XDpYFAW9Re_Rxc5DMSBImVX9ma5o41BEMMcKJo79wE3-vQDkp3mcX4VBXc/s1600-h/Daisy+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167413840752049170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_ZLjKkXcmj1Ame9F2i2zHSH8sTtQLMTjbGmI6S_SaZJW3Q6rdufUvVYX740lvP5s8KQCxws2q8jPmIpd5XDpYFAW9Re_Rxc5DMSBImVX9ma5o41BEMMcKJo79wE3-vQDkp3mcX4VBXc/s320/Daisy+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>On Wednes day the 13th I had surgery.I had to have surgery do to my bone hidding one of my tendens. They had to saw it down and...OUCH does it hurt! I am lucky to have my neice Crystina here to take care of me..she is a life saver! I don't know what i would do with out her here to entertain me!</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523575025685571422noreply@blogger.com3