<?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-921117736229354338</id><updated>2011-12-07T15:06:02.896-07:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='adventures in the my new place'/><category term='best friends'/><category term='Blonde moments'/><category term='age 14'/><category term='Church'/><category term='sisters'/><title type='text'>Sarah Joye</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-8137133146498907295</id><published>2011-12-07T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:43:03.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait, who is getting married?!</title><content type='html'>I am the biggest dork known to man!! I went to this cookie shop to get cookies for some vendors for work. I had never been in the store but have had their cookies. It was such a cute store! I wanted to buy the whole place. Oh the place is &lt;a href="http://www.cookiesfromhome.com/"&gt;Cookies From Home&lt;/a&gt; in Tempe. They had little decorations to buy and cute boxes and baskets to put the cookies in. Anyways, I was looking around and saw these adorable metal presents. They were silver and covered in glitter, it wasn't solid it had slits in it. Perfect for putting cards in at a reception. So I asked the lady that was helping me how much the presents were. There was 2 small ones and a bigger one. She looked and said, "Oh those are displays." I was a little sad. When she saw my disappointment she said let me ask if we can sell one to you. I had told her they would be adorable for a reception. When the owner came out my sales lady proceeded to tell her about me and how I was getting married! Yeah, that was news to me too. Everyone all got excited and they would sell the smaller one to me (because that's the one I picked out) for $10. HELLO BARGIN! I asked if I could come back tomorrow because the only thing I had with me was the company credit card. How would you explain that one on an expense report?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hn62uFY2rkw/Tt_ds8iw1tI/AAAAAAAABOw/Fq0sQJbyQng/s1600/present.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hn62uFY2rkw/Tt_ds8iw1tI/AAAAAAAABOw/Fq0sQJbyQng/s320/present.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went back today to get the present, there was a different lady there and she knew all about me. Her, other workers and a couple customers congratulated me on my engagement because apparently I was the talk of this tiny store the rest of yesterday. One day I will get married and no doubt this will be there place for people to put our cards in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-8137133146498907295?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/8137133146498907295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/12/wait-who-is-getting-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/8137133146498907295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/8137133146498907295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/12/wait-who-is-getting-married.html' title='Wait, who is getting married?!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hn62uFY2rkw/Tt_ds8iw1tI/AAAAAAAABOw/Fq0sQJbyQng/s72-c/present.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-3888479375957940349</id><published>2011-09-17T17:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T17:52:44.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>Squirrel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;IKEA is a good friend! For the longest time I was using a card table and 2 folding chairs from my parents as my kitchen table. I finally found one that I like at... IKEA!! This was a nice wood table and FOUR chairs for $129. As almost everything that comes from IKEA you have to put it together yourself. My dad started helping me out one night and then had to leave to go do something. So my lovely sister came in to help. We were down to the last couple chairs and this one screw wouldn't go in. It was mocking us!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hdt6rqxM50/TnU4hbrHxTI/AAAAAAAABNA/7EZ_caRSibE/s1600/IMAG0178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hdt6rqxM50/TnU4hbrHxTI/AAAAAAAABNA/7EZ_caRSibE/s320/IMAG0178.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We finally gave up and then the next day, Sunday. We needed my table and chairs for dinner, we were feeding the sister missionaries. My brother, Clayton, tried a go at this screw. It wasn't giving in until it finally decided we had enough and went in. Here is it put all together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaKFbpb53yI/TnU4iXZ0_fI/AAAAAAAABNE/BsdiN0cSscQ/s1600/IMAG0179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaKFbpb53yI/TnU4iXZ0_fI/AAAAAAAABNE/BsdiN0cSscQ/s320/IMAG0179.jpg" width="191" /&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/-4qmUptNrejQ/TnU4jPdwWuI/AAAAAAAABNI/3BCJVkwoNaE/s1600/IMAG0194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4qmUptNrejQ/TnU4jPdwWuI/AAAAAAAABNI/3BCJVkwoNaE/s320/IMAG0194.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it looks like in my house. Pretty isn't it?!&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/-PBoHDqFPzUg/TnU4kK5Mx-I/AAAAAAAABNM/Tqvy4RkJynY/s1600/IMAG0195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PBoHDqFPzUg/TnU4kK5Mx-I/AAAAAAAABNM/Tqvy4RkJynY/s320/IMAG0195.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also got a lamp.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (Thank you 3 amigos for putting it together.) &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know how I was living in such a dark place all these months. Okay it's only been 3 months but STILL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2owBjjKrro/TnU4k5UNslI/AAAAAAAABNQ/UZ2QLA82Z0A/s1600/IMAG0197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2owBjjKrro/TnU4k5UNslI/AAAAAAAABNQ/UZ2QLA82Z0A/s320/IMAG0197.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is something about the color of this car that I don't like. I looks like it should glow in the dark. Oh and two big dudes were driving in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJpw6fo3JSk/TnU4lBLqCHI/AAAAAAAABNU/WhEKUqLmPhU/s1600/IMAG0233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJpw6fo3JSk/TnU4lBLqCHI/AAAAAAAABNU/WhEKUqLmPhU/s320/IMAG0233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me and nephew #5. We discovered that my camera can be switched so you can look into the screen and take a picture that way. No flash but still fun, #5 liked it.&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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQV2o31rBuw/TnU4mK0GGCI/AAAAAAAABNY/mw9gTFzyf9o/s1600/IMAG0244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQV2o31rBuw/TnU4mK0GGCI/AAAAAAAABNY/mw9gTFzyf9o/s320/IMAG0244.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got to make a delivery for work and this was my visitors' badge. I only was on the plant for maybe ten minutes but I still felt special.&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/-e90OxsAkHKE/TnU4qNjVtDI/AAAAAAAABNs/mAmjoF6XbO8/s1600/IMAG0272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e90OxsAkHKE/TnU4qNjVtDI/AAAAAAAABNs/mAmjoF6XbO8/s320/IMAG0272.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For some reason I REALLY like this picture of me. The coloring is...cool. I think I kind of look vampire-ish.&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/-ENF06W2Lr9g/TnU4q_isrNI/AAAAAAAABNw/gf4xcHApa2Y/s1600/IMAG0304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ENF06W2Lr9g/TnU4q_isrNI/AAAAAAAABNw/gf4xcHApa2Y/s320/IMAG0304.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my new best friend, Jill Anderson. I love her. We met because we are visiting teaching companions. So now you know good things come from doing your visiting teaching. Oh and we had never seen a bag of hash browns this big before. SIX POUNDS!!&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/-hQxVerFUaPk/TnU4ngSPFTI/AAAAAAAABNg/RrPfKQpFBfQ/s1600/IMAG0265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQxVerFUaPk/TnU4ngSPFTI/AAAAAAAABNg/RrPfKQpFBfQ/s320/IMAG0265.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we (Jill, her bf, her roommate, me &amp;amp; our friend Clint) took advantage of Harkin's 78th Anniversary and saw our second free movie that week. We went to Chili's. I love how in the corner it says, Population: You! That was the best part! We also got to color chilies while we waited for our food.&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/-MdVi7dQsj28/TnU4ooFovdI/AAAAAAAABNk/_Vq-8meClVQ/s1600/IMAG0266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MdVi7dQsj28/TnU4ooFovdI/AAAAAAAABNk/_Vq-8meClVQ/s320/IMAG0266.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine - kind of boring but I had fun.&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/-Tv5ciRpuPRo/TnU4pQyHYeI/AAAAAAAABNo/aUtHcEsOqiw/s1600/IMAG0267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv5ciRpuPRo/TnU4pQyHYeI/AAAAAAAABNo/aUtHcEsOqiw/s320/IMAG0267.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clint was definitely more creative than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And last but not least....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/-FGsHozi5rMk/TnU4gg4U8EI/AAAAAAAABM8/aYVgcrBSni4/s1600/IMAG0310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FGsHozi5rMk/TnU4gg4U8EI/AAAAAAAABM8/aYVgcrBSni4/s320/IMAG0310.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jenny and I went to Five Guys for a late lunch after some shopping today. If you haven't gone yet you should go NOW! This is the size of the regular fries - NO JOKE! The fries in the cup AND on the plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;IF you are still reading this then I'm sorry. It is very random but then in the beginning I DID tell you it would be. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-3888479375957940349?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/3888479375957940349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/09/squirrel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/3888479375957940349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/3888479375957940349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/09/squirrel.html' title='Squirrel!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hdt6rqxM50/TnU4hbrHxTI/AAAAAAAABNA/7EZ_caRSibE/s72-c/IMAG0178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-788460810407832742</id><published>2011-09-17T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T16:37:14.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 of Time Capsule</title><content type='html'>Apparently my computer at work doesn't like me. Because I added more pictures and commentary for each and then posted it and only the pictures through the chapstick showed up. I'm a little irritated and hope I can remember what I said for the rest of the pictures. So here we go...&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/-Rp2nE6W6qjA/TnUs87bhumI/AAAAAAAABMI/xH0RmY-8jDA/s1600/IMAG0290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp2nE6W6qjA/TnUs87bhumI/AAAAAAAABMI/xH0RmY-8jDA/s320/IMAG0290.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A weird assortment of jewelry. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I do know I made the earrings and bracelet. But the necklace, really?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUZyVFX4frU/TnUs9y7v59I/AAAAAAAABMM/CXTEU51XE58/s1600/IMAG0293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUZyVFX4frU/TnUs9y7v59I/AAAAAAAABMM/CXTEU51XE58/s320/IMAG0293.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is supposed to say I am a child a God. I only got "I am a" done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/-Bj9rn84DIsI/TnUs-ebnj5I/AAAAAAAABMQ/8GT6ZWE-UUs/s1600/IMAG0294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bj9rn84DIsI/TnUs-ebnj5I/AAAAAAAABMQ/8GT6ZWE-UUs/s320/IMAG0294.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I told you I really liked pigs. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I love how I put the time on there).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRd_I1GgVSk/TnUuTHHAx_I/AAAAAAAABMw/wOBSzUcv6wY/s1600/IMAG0292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRd_I1GgVSk/TnUuTHHAx_I/AAAAAAAABMw/wOBSzUcv6wY/s320/IMAG0292.jpg" width="191" /&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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9zDR7aocaA/TnUuSmwuogI/AAAAAAAABMs/OpUGUm-YF1c/s1600/IMAG0291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9zDR7aocaA/TnUuSmwuogI/AAAAAAAABMs/OpUGUm-YF1c/s320/IMAG0291.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I remember that I LOVED drawing these sunflowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqS-9UMiuko/TnUuRzsKMoI/AAAAAAAABMo/1ZaIpig_lxU/s1600/IMAG0300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqS-9UMiuko/TnUuRzsKMoI/AAAAAAAABMo/1ZaIpig_lxU/s320/IMAG0300.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzs0MI3ajyI/TnUs8JegdMI/AAAAAAAABME/LlS7j3E51vg/s1600/IMAG0299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzs0MI3ajyI/TnUs8JegdMI/AAAAAAAABME/LlS7j3E51vg/s320/IMAG0299.jpg" width="320" /&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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTqo3Gre4xI/TnUuT6c-yBI/AAAAAAAABM0/LyTvyLrJdJE/s1600/IMAG0297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTqo3Gre4xI/TnUuT6c-yBI/AAAAAAAABM0/LyTvyLrJdJE/s320/IMAG0297.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes I'm kind of embarrassed about this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eC-iA_2v9Rw/TnUuUh4hYtI/AAAAAAAABM4/tCOgXEvFdcI/s1600/IMAG0298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eC-iA_2v9Rw/TnUuUh4hYtI/AAAAAAAABM4/tCOgXEvFdcI/s320/IMAG0298.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I actually still have the notepad that this came from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There was a questionnaire that talked about what was going on in my life at the time. So I will have to scan that and put it up later. Hope you enjoyed. Next up... Random Thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/921117736229354338-788460810407832742?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/788460810407832742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/09/part-2-of-time-capsule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/788460810407832742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/788460810407832742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/09/part-2-of-time-capsule.html' title='Part 2 of Time Capsule'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp2nE6W6qjA/TnUs87bhumI/AAAAAAAABMI/xH0RmY-8jDA/s72-c/IMAG0290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-2548207229596012747</id><published>2011-09-16T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T12:48:13.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age 14'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Young Women's 5 Year Time Capsule</title><content type='html'>&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;Just the other day I was at my parents house. The doorbell rang and I got it. My old YW advisor was at the door and she wanted me. It was kind of funny since I don't live at my parents anymore. Anyways, she gave me a jar that I had made. Twelve years ago,&amp;nbsp;her daughter did a project where&amp;nbsp;all the girls my age did a&amp;nbsp;5 year time capsule. We were all supposed to get together to open our time capsules together but they were forgotten about. So in my little studio by myself I opened my time capsule. I had to think about it and I was 14 at the time and was in 8th grade (I knew the grade because there was a sheet on there that said what grade I was in). And of course I took pictures. I'm a little embarrased at some of the things that are in there. Apparently I was in LOVE with someone in my ward. He is now happily married. But he we go a look into Sarah's life at age 14.&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="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/-NPN8ngc2tsQ/TnOZvIhH9oI/AAAAAAAABK4/J6dxSM50bWM/s1600/IMAG0281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPN8ngc2tsQ/TnOZvIhH9oI/AAAAAAAABK4/J6dxSM50bWM/s320/IMAG0281.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o9n5RuAF8rs/TnOZ9KR5d0I/AAAAAAAABK8/K9amNcoTnvk/s1600/IMAG0282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o9n5RuAF8rs/TnOZ9KR5d0I/AAAAAAAABK8/K9amNcoTnvk/s320/IMAG0282.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;The Jar... &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hint: The guy's name starts with a J&lt;/span&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="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOUCgMvusFQ/TnOaMlzMUaI/AAAAAAAABLA/qP5uTPDqVxk/s1600/IMAG0283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOUCgMvusFQ/TnOaMlzMUaI/AAAAAAAABLA/qP5uTPDqVxk/s320/IMAG0283.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;A bookmark &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Maybe I was hinting that like to read, or really like teddy bears. The latter probably not being the case as you will be further down.)&lt;/span&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="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JnfyxpXbcPU/TnOaVAJ0G0I/AAAAAAAABLE/zOrVwujWzPA/s1600/IMAG0284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JnfyxpXbcPU/TnOaVAJ0G0I/AAAAAAAABLE/zOrVwujWzPA/s320/IMAG0284.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;Candy hearts &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(why would I put these in?! It's not like I will eat them 5 yrs later... I mean 12 yrs later.)&lt;/span&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="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zf9qUlQTssg/TnOagy4wrXI/AAAAAAAABLI/aYwnqZGfkOw/s1600/IMAG0285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zf9qUlQTssg/TnOagy4wrXI/AAAAAAAABLI/aYwnqZGfkOw/s320/IMAG0285.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;Backstreet boys &amp;amp; 'NSYNC &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Oh yes! No 14 year old girl would denie this.)&lt;/span&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="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CeC7V009QDg/TnOas3aGYaI/AAAAAAAABLM/wbHXv1_Kl7M/s1600/IMAG0286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CeC7V009QDg/TnOas3aGYaI/AAAAAAAABLM/wbHXv1_Kl7M/s320/IMAG0286.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;Winterfresh gum &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(that was my favorite... I remember I didn't like anything else. And again why did I put the piece in when I could have just put the wrapper in. I denied myself a perfectly good piece of gum.)&lt;/span&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="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn0SmropFxE/TnOjSL2o-BI/AAAAAAAABLU/xkk-_kvGfc4/s1600/IMAG0288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn0SmropFxE/TnOjSL2o-BI/AAAAAAAABLU/xkk-_kvGfc4/s320/IMAG0288.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" 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;Yep that's my birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" 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="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ExvsGad42U0/TnOjIYA2SeI/AAAAAAAABLQ/EPZjrHh_vR8/s1600/IMAG0287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ExvsGad42U0/TnOjIYA2SeI/AAAAAAAABLQ/EPZjrHh_vR8/s320/IMAG0287.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" 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;No need to explain this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" 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="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nu3jc8kgE5Y/TnOjawajujI/AAAAAAAABLY/6sqsVpyBWV8/s1600/IMAG0289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nu3jc8kgE5Y/TnOjawajujI/AAAAAAAABLY/6sqsVpyBWV8/s320/IMAG0289.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" 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;﻿The label on it says chaped lips. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Apparently I had really chapped lips then. And I wanted to remember that for some reason.)&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/921117736229354338-2548207229596012747?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/2548207229596012747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/09/young-womens-5-year-time-capsule.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2548207229596012747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2548207229596012747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/09/young-womens-5-year-time-capsule.html' title='Young Women&apos;s 5 Year Time Capsule'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPN8ngc2tsQ/TnOZvIhH9oI/AAAAAAAABK4/J6dxSM50bWM/s72-c/IMAG0281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-2714623768104277409</id><published>2011-08-17T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T08:27:16.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures in the my new place'/><title type='text'>New Hair Gel?</title><content type='html'>Since I last wrote I got a hair cut. It's short again so that in the back its very layered and I can flip it out. So yesterday I went to a friend's house and did my hair. Then this morning I used the same gel that I used last night. But then I saw the bottle and realized that it wasn't hair gel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2TdBVobrJo/TkvddopardI/AAAAAAAABK0/iuCcLZ9MwzQ/s1600/New+hair+gel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2TdBVobrJo/TkvddopardI/AAAAAAAABK0/iuCcLZ9MwzQ/s320/New+hair+gel.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, that's right I had put aloe vera in my hair both last night &amp;amp; this morning. No wonder my head felt tingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-2714623768104277409?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/2714623768104277409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-hair-gel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2714623768104277409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2714623768104277409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-hair-gel.html' title='New Hair Gel?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2TdBVobrJo/TkvddopardI/AAAAAAAABK0/iuCcLZ9MwzQ/s72-c/New+hair+gel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-3387338564416916754</id><published>2011-08-05T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T14:32:47.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Idea... Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good Idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting a bucket under a spot that's leaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bad Idea... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bucket that you put under the leaky spot have a hole in it.&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/-h6V-_e2CqOU/TjxhR-TdD6I/AAAAAAAABKw/PyHPA44--a4/s1600/bucket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6V-_e2CqOU/TjxhR-TdD6I/AAAAAAAABKw/PyHPA44--a4/s320/bucket.jpg" t$="true" 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/921117736229354338-3387338564416916754?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/3387338564416916754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-idea-bad-idea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/3387338564416916754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/3387338564416916754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-idea-bad-idea.html' title='Good Idea... Bad Idea'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6V-_e2CqOU/TjxhR-TdD6I/AAAAAAAABKw/PyHPA44--a4/s72-c/bucket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-4382327825632702151</id><published>2011-06-21T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:06:05.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4KB5YYruoE/TgEGyVnwOzI/AAAAAAAABJo/Y9XmaoAKtG8/s1600/IMG_20110620_165848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4KB5YYruoE/TgEGyVnwOzI/AAAAAAAABJo/Y9XmaoAKtG8/s320/IMG_20110620_165848.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was trying to make a sign that was like Home Sweet Home. But it's not a home yet it's a studio. I have already had a lot of adventures while living here and it has only been 3 weeks. I'll post the others later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaser for upcoming post: Cookie Sheet, Oven &amp;amp; Chicken Nuggets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-4382327825632702151?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/4382327825632702151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/06/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4382327825632702151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4382327825632702151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4KB5YYruoE/TgEGyVnwOzI/AAAAAAAABJo/Y9XmaoAKtG8/s72-c/IMG_20110620_165848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-1908896098976210393</id><published>2011-06-18T18:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T18:55:08.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A really really long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NjL7a0_acPo/Tdhv3BQSnkI/AAAAAAAABII/ShHCVyTT2oo/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm sorry it has been FOREVER since I last posted, almost a year but not quite. So much has happened since Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;** I moved out of my parents' house and in with my best friend, Sammi. Then she got married, I was the maid of honor, March 3, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2lq7rKrO0-Q/TdhvbQMod2I/AAAAAAAABIA/Rh8xlu8Ipxw/s1600/101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2lq7rKrO0-Q/TdhvbQMod2I/AAAAAAAABIA/Rh8xlu8Ipxw/s320/101.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kdgwYNxTIns/TdhvoWpAQ0I/AAAAAAAABIE/sS7aNjYmwPo/s1600/closeup1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kdgwYNxTIns/TdhvoWpAQ0I/AAAAAAAABIE/sS7aNjYmwPo/s320/closeup1.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** My brother got married a week later, March 12, 2011.&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/-NjL7a0_acPo/Tdhv3BQSnkI/AAAAAAAABII/ShHCVyTT2oo/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NjL7a0_acPo/Tdhv3BQSnkI/AAAAAAAABII/ShHCVyTT2oo/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-seILwxCkzrQ/Tf1PNtgyxlI/AAAAAAAABIM/VMwot9EYEPQ/s1600/IMG_3869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-seILwxCkzrQ/Tf1PNtgyxlI/AAAAAAAABIM/VMwot9EYEPQ/s320/IMG_3869.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here we are blow drying the strawberries so the chocolate will stick to them, for the reception.&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: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;** I became full-time at work! I'm the receptionist for JBR Environmental Consultants. I got the in from my dad which works in the office too.&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: left;"&gt;** I moved out of my friends' place &amp;amp; got a studio apartment of my own, in Tempe! It's small but SO ME! The pictures are a little messy only because I was still moving in then. I'll take more pictures soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nz6VMr5Guxs/Tf1RpCJkNHI/AAAAAAAABIQ/UQOP4xOfN2g/s1600/IMG_20110530_200745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nz6VMr5Guxs/Tf1RpCJkNHI/AAAAAAAABIQ/UQOP4xOfN2g/s320/IMG_20110530_200745.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My living room / dinning room / kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YqmC6yrIGiQ/Tf1RqNQAGYI/AAAAAAAABIY/iEA2WY1Qeoc/s1600/IMG_20110530_200736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YqmC6yrIGiQ/Tf1RqNQAGYI/AAAAAAAABIY/iEA2WY1Qeoc/s320/IMG_20110530_200736.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My bedroom / FREE couch!&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: left;"&gt;** Oh and for Memorial Day weekend it was the Carpenter Family Reunion. We went camping on Mt. Graham and on the way back down we showed Jaimee, my new sister-in-law our old cabin. Of course I took a picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBkC7ewSytY/Tf1Rpnt_0YI/AAAAAAAABIU/4YymB9UYZEg/s1600/cabin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBkC7ewSytY/Tf1Rpnt_0YI/AAAAAAAABIU/4YymB9UYZEg/s320/cabin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I miss that place A LOT!&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: left;"&gt;** I know there is a lot more in there... oh wait... the week after Seattle I ended up going to Washington D.C. with my best friend, Sammi &amp;amp; her mom Bonnie. So 2 Washingtons in 2 weeks! Here is a couple pictures from our adventure.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gKBYRmgJ3g/Tf1TgdNTjnI/AAAAAAAABIc/e5E0Be3McV4/s1600/IMG_20100927_083808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gKBYRmgJ3g/Tf1TgdNTjnI/AAAAAAAABIc/e5E0Be3McV4/s320/IMG_20100927_083808.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Old Smithsonian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-gCXxOoufk/Tf1ThnE_1II/AAAAAAAABIg/9eIEph-2BB4/s1600/100_2990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-gCXxOoufk/Tf1ThnE_1II/AAAAAAAABIg/9eIEph-2BB4/s320/100_2990.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It rained / misted a lot while we were there. Sammi &amp;amp; I wore lots of scarfs it was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkNYoHOawCU/Tf1Ti8kGHaI/AAAAAAAABIk/RWnwrMrr310/s1600/100_2992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkNYoHOawCU/Tf1Ti8kGHaI/AAAAAAAABIk/RWnwrMrr310/s320/100_2992.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fog at the Washington Monument&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hi5etLEDawI/Tf1Tj1OieNI/AAAAAAAABIo/jqyDtu7xtaY/s1600/100_3007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hi5etLEDawI/Tf1Tj1OieNI/AAAAAAAABIo/jqyDtu7xtaY/s320/100_3007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We got to go to Ford's Theatre... it was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0qJL-iAOLBA/Tf1TlAdmIYI/AAAAAAAABIs/Tp2RvqSHZAI/s1600/100_3010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0qJL-iAOLBA/Tf1TlAdmIYI/AAAAAAAABIs/Tp2RvqSHZAI/s320/100_3010.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We actually got to go inside Washington's monument... Last time I was there it was being scaffolded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LFSavXFlIQQ/Tf1TmduZPgI/AAAAAAAABIw/GBMcsZw4G8Y/s1600/100_3013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LFSavXFlIQQ/Tf1TmduZPgI/AAAAAAAABIw/GBMcsZw4G8Y/s320/100_3013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;View standing in line to go in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5do9wfapsyc/Tf1TnVihYuI/AAAAAAAABI0/1HX6ySX7XnY/s1600/101_0947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5do9wfapsyc/Tf1TnVihYuI/AAAAAAAABI0/1HX6ySX7XnY/s320/101_0947.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sam got mad because I took a better picture of the car than she did. She told me I wasn't allowed to take her camera anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzoHzpbNYhg/Tf1TokzlITI/AAAAAAAABI4/LBdq29saKwU/s1600/101_0996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzoHzpbNYhg/Tf1TokzlITI/AAAAAAAABI4/LBdq29saKwU/s320/101_0996.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Look a giraffe!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m-UuK5E3u-c/Tf1TpqbpJYI/AAAAAAAABI8/Re4jTI_b0XY/s1600/101_1008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m-UuK5E3u-c/Tf1TpqbpJYI/AAAAAAAABI8/Re4jTI_b0XY/s320/101_1008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Running away from the BEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_m-xq1d6z0/Tf1TqsTCxiI/AAAAAAAABJA/zgLzbuGovpU/s1600/102_3129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_m-xq1d6z0/Tf1TqsTCxiI/AAAAAAAABJA/zgLzbuGovpU/s320/102_3129.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bonnie really really wanted us to take a picture by this tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNCJ3cl8IHE/Tf1TruCGQuI/AAAAAAAABJE/VvAXX-4jtSo/s1600/102_3132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNCJ3cl8IHE/Tf1TruCGQuI/AAAAAAAABJE/VvAXX-4jtSo/s320/102_3132.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sammi &amp;amp; her mom Bonnie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUpolPRtkBY/Tf1TrzPrgQI/AAAAAAAABJI/0WjvTbkkLdM/s1600/102_3156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUpolPRtkBY/Tf1TrzPrgQI/AAAAAAAABJI/0WjvTbkkLdM/s320/102_3156.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;SQUIRREL!! They were everywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWLC437N5UI/Tf1TsxHRnCI/AAAAAAAABJM/e-u6dt5NRw0/s1600/102_3288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWLC437N5UI/Tf1TsxHRnCI/AAAAAAAABJM/e-u6dt5NRw0/s320/102_3288.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/-Ed_s2cg-ht4/Tf1Tudkp3DI/AAAAAAAABJQ/ybHuuZgxNwI/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed_s2cg-ht4/Tf1Tudkp3DI/AAAAAAAABJQ/ybHuuZgxNwI/s320/DSC_0023.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXnSCqcApuc/Tf1TvzSSpAI/AAAAAAAABJU/XEs-R22BvBg/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXnSCqcApuc/Tf1TvzSSpAI/AAAAAAAABJU/XEs-R22BvBg/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sam's aunt's dog! There is another one just like it. And in the morning they would jump OVER Sammi and land on me to wake us up in the morning.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0r6HWBMFDH0/Tf1TyUGxDMI/AAAAAAAABJc/--sUPfL1fXs/s1600/DSC_0205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0r6HWBMFDH0/Tf1TyUGxDMI/AAAAAAAABJc/--sUPfL1fXs/s320/DSC_0205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lincoln Memorial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0gewvV8txk/Tf1TzlTzA0I/AAAAAAAABJg/es6Ltmi-cbQ/s1600/DSC_0222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0gewvV8txk/Tf1TzlTzA0I/AAAAAAAABJg/es6Ltmi-cbQ/s320/DSC_0222.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the Lincoln Memorial... these group of business men were cute from the front &amp;amp; behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--LMBVTRpZPw/Tf1T0WQ9hNI/AAAAAAAABJk/u2wDztZ3_rk/s1600/IMG_20100925_164518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--LMBVTRpZPw/Tf1T0WQ9hNI/AAAAAAAABJk/u2wDztZ3_rk/s320/IMG_20100925_164518.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a lot of fun to spend some time with just me &amp;amp; Sam!&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;** Okay that was a lot of pictures. Believe me that was nothing!! And it was hard to pick just a couple. I'll try to be better and write more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-1908896098976210393?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/1908896098976210393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/06/really-really-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/1908896098976210393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/1908896098976210393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2011/06/really-really-long-time.html' title='A really really long time...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2lq7rKrO0-Q/TdhvbQMod2I/AAAAAAAABIA/Rh8xlu8Ipxw/s72-c/101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-5549628202980449055</id><published>2010-09-17T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T15:36:27.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle</title><content type='html'>For Labor Day weekend I had the opportunity to go to Seattle with my sister, Jenny. I was just going to have you read the background story on why she came and I didn't see my friend, but she did such a good job on all the details of the trip that you should just read her's and I'll post pictures. See post &lt;a href="http://carpenstein.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (make sure to read part one first... it's the second post). Alrighty then now that you have read her post here are pictures of our adventure. And if you haven't read her post do it now! Let me just warn you that I took at least 100 pictures at the Japanese Garden so get excited! Or don't get mad that they are all plants. The place was GORGEOUS!&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOfDAQl4QI/AAAAAAAAA94/VuIQnklIJwU/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOfDAQl4QI/AAAAAAAAA94/VuIQnklIJwU/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from our hotel room #2&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOfGrWgFCI/AAAAAAAAA-A/GTK1GNVwI1M/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOfGrWgFCI/AAAAAAAAA-A/GTK1GNVwI1M/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A huge tree and the Japanese Garden!&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOfJBWVwoI/AAAAAAAAA-I/jRYkNiMWTts/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOfJBWVwoI/AAAAAAAAA-I/jRYkNiMWTts/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who would have thought that leaves can change colors. Yet even be red &amp;amp; green at the same time!&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOfXRrbeCI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/KYqChEWkx8E/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOfXRrbeCI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/KYqChEWkx8E/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOfqJeYPkI/AAAAAAAAA-g/XDNT6zL4zKo/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOfqJeYPkI/AAAAAAAAA-g/XDNT6zL4zKo/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A spider web, which we only got because it was misty rain that morning.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOfwj9y_KI/AAAAAAAAA-o/VrIxwqHZKcM/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOfwj9y_KI/AAAAAAAAA-o/VrIxwqHZKcM/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Koi was HUGE! A lot bigger than the ones @ the gas station by my house.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOf8lGdAhI/AAAAAAAAA-w/LuwIQ4eKpeY/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOf8lGdAhI/AAAAAAAAA-w/LuwIQ4eKpeY/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOgFVOBQsI/AAAAAAAAA-4/prYPhKfBZuE/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOgFVOBQsI/AAAAAAAAA-4/prYPhKfBZuE/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOgM6AHJfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/iHaXqqgco-M/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOgM6AHJfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/iHaXqqgco-M/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOgUdcRFfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Z6SUYm11IUw/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOgUdcRFfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Z6SUYm11IUw/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOgdc6oo7I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/trBewFLveAs/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOgdc6oo7I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/trBewFLveAs/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We found this spider... I hope you can see it. It's right in the middle of the 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOglr0383I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/1mFb2Oor94k/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOglr0383I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/1mFb2Oor94k/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This duck is for dad. We know how you like ducks. (Which I didn't find out til a couple years ago.)&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOg5OCx-HI/AAAAAAAAA_g/pt6gCFdFEiw/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOg5OCx-HI/AAAAAAAAA_g/pt6gCFdFEiw/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frosty plant.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOg9XgjcLI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ciOcoIsYuCg/s1600/DSC_0120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOg9XgjcLI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ciOcoIsYuCg/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is for Caleb... it reminded us of dinosaurs... and if you haven't seen that video of Caleb you are so missing out. &lt;a href="http://thecarpfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/dinosaur-egg-hunt.html"&gt;The Dinosaur Egg Hunt&lt;/a&gt; priceless!&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOhJAYyqvI/AAAAAAAAA_w/eyv8O21Uwbg/s1600/DSC_0142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOhJAYyqvI/AAAAAAAAA_w/eyv8O21Uwbg/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was off a tree in the entrance to the garden... and this was a smaller leaf!&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOjaJRzEFI/AAAAAAAAA_4/-L_e9FE003E/s1600/DSC_0150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOjaJRzEFI/AAAAAAAAA_4/-L_e9FE003E/s320/DSC_0150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Seattle Temple (It was the perfect day to take pictures)&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOjfLaF9sI/AAAAAAAABAA/4lKY0N2KyZw/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOjfLaF9sI/AAAAAAAABAA/4lKY0N2KyZw/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The leaves here where bigger than the garden ones!&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOjkUsZECI/AAAAAAAABAI/iBuoRUplhyM/s1600/DSC_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOjkUsZECI/AAAAAAAABAI/iBuoRUplhyM/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOj7BJyLlI/AAAAAAAABAg/ZuliPBAxE3I/s1600/DSC_0166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOj7BJyLlI/AAAAAAAABAg/ZuliPBAxE3I/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOjwNqio1I/AAAAAAAABAQ/E7kMZMiE8Ec/s1600/DSC_0162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOjwNqio1I/AAAAAAAABAQ/E7kMZMiE8Ec/s320/DSC_0162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The difference between my picture and Jenny's. (Hint look at the flag pole)&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOj0jNFkEI/AAAAAAAABAY/kvGVnJ9Hs8Q/s1600/DSC_0163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOj0jNFkEI/AAAAAAAABAY/kvGVnJ9Hs8Q/s320/DSC_0163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOkHOaT8wI/AAAAAAAABAo/Vmc5AS0tE0M/s1600/DSC_0179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOkHOaT8wI/AAAAAAAABAo/Vmc5AS0tE0M/s320/DSC_0179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A place we sat on the temple grounds to call mom and tell her about our day.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOkMtScKUI/AAAAAAAABAw/HvHE9WIKwUo/s1600/DSC_0197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOkMtScKUI/AAAAAAAABAw/HvHE9WIKwUo/s320/DSC_0197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was during the 5+ hours we were in the hotel room. Jenny was trying to straighten the picture. Didn't work due to the fact that they used 2 screws instead of one to hang it up.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOkSRYmceI/AAAAAAAABA4/pBCRV9AO4Uw/s1600/DSC_0206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOkSRYmceI/AAAAAAAABA4/pBCRV9AO4Uw/s320/DSC_0206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay we figured out how the timer works!!&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOkeOpSqBI/AAAAAAAABBA/fKbtlL_Mjzc/s1600/IMG_1346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOkeOpSqBI/AAAAAAAABBA/fKbtlL_Mjzc/s320/IMG_1346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha... this was Saturday morning on the way to the gardens. And yes that is a mattress strapped to the back of the truck! Maybe they should have gotten a bigger truck.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJPob2J56LI/AAAAAAAABBI/-M8_LHTsL8s/s1600/IMG_1369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJPob2J56LI/AAAAAAAABBI/-M8_LHTsL8s/s320/IMG_1369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved the weather there... a couple times I did get mad at Jenny for not talking pictures. I'm sorry!&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJPowg3RtxI/AAAAAAAABBY/bg4anF28VBU/s1600/IMG_1422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJPowg3RtxI/AAAAAAAABBY/bg4anF28VBU/s320/IMG_1422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saying one last goodbye to George!&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJPqa4RvlGI/AAAAAAAABBg/d0QKtQO_cLE/s1600/IMG_1402-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJPqa4RvlGI/AAAAAAAABBg/d0QKtQO_cLE/s320/IMG_1402-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Jenny for coming with me &amp;amp; having a wonderful time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. If you want to see more pictures of the trip look at &lt;a href="http://www.sarahjoyephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;my other blog&lt;/a&gt;. Yes believe it or not there is a LOT more pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="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/921117736229354338-5549628202980449055?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/5549628202980449055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/09/seattle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/5549628202980449055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/5549628202980449055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/09/seattle.html' title='Seattle'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TJOfDAQl4QI/AAAAAAAAA94/VuIQnklIJwU/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-8322191928988272490</id><published>2010-06-12T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T15:22:25.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nephews!</title><content type='html'>I went to a photography workshop last week and learned a lot about my camera and getting the most out of it. We got to take pictures of a model you can see them on my other blog &lt;a href="http://www.sarahjoyephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Anyways, I used those tips and took some pictures of my newest nephew. Hope you enjoy!&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TBQIQt8v3hI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/NNAK_4cY6Vc/s1600/DSC_0119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TBQIQt8v3hI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/NNAK_4cY6Vc/s320/DSC_0119.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TBQIXUDJ1tI/AAAAAAAAA6g/gyDKxXkfClo/s1600/DSC_0125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TBQIXUDJ1tI/AAAAAAAAA6g/gyDKxXkfClo/s320/DSC_0125.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TBQIUxGPrBI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/0GniqXgVVFY/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TBQIUxGPrBI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/0GniqXgVVFY/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" /&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TBQIa1isrsI/AAAAAAAAA6o/shrF4jmVL_o/s1600/DSC_0124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TBQIa1isrsI/AAAAAAAAA6o/shrF4jmVL_o/s320/DSC_0124.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TBQINJEIK6I/AAAAAAAAA6I/UvnI3qYw_98/s1600/Andrew+%26+Tucker2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TBQINJEIK6I/AAAAAAAAA6I/UvnI3qYw_98/s320/Andrew+%26+Tucker2.jpg" width="213" /&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/921117736229354338-8322191928988272490?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/8322191928988272490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/06/nephews.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/8322191928988272490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/8322191928988272490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/06/nephews.html' title='Nephews!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TBQIQt8v3hI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/NNAK_4cY6Vc/s72-c/DSC_0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-1660228691954205924</id><published>2010-06-06T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T12:05:32.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Moments</title><content type='html'>People come into your lives, one things leads to another and they touch your heart without even knowing it. I went to a photography workshop yesterday and met some wonderful people. One of the ladies there does digital scrapbooking designs for free. I went to her blog &lt;a href="http://www.summertimedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and came across an entry titled "A heartwarming photo shoot." At the bottom there is a link where you can look at this photo shoot. As I read the story behind this lady and all that she went through, loosing her husband and having to raise 3 young kids, touched my heart. I immediately cried. But looking at &lt;a href="http://ashleymadsenphotography.com/blog/?p=559"&gt;those pictures&lt;/a&gt; I saw all the love and patience this young mother has for her kids and the faith she has in Heavenly Father. Please look at this, you will not be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very grateful for all the people that I meet and touch my life forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-1660228691954205924?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/1660228691954205924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/06/tender-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/1660228691954205924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/1660228691954205924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/06/tender-moments.html' title='Tender Moments'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-1588979876374907716</id><published>2010-06-06T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:17:49.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things You Do For Work...</title><content type='html'>One of the companies I work for is called GradImages, where we taking pictures of graduations. I started working for them back in December 2009. This season was the first time that I was sent equipment and able to take pictures. I was excited and nervous all at the same time. Last week I had 3 graduations and went to pick up my equipment at a hotel in Tempe.. it came in a huge case looked kind of like a bomb case weighing 40 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAruDQYNT9I/AAAAAAAAA24/VVUDASbzBfc/s1600/2010-05-27+20.57.20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAruDQYNT9I/AAAAAAAAA24/VVUDASbzBfc/s320/2010-05-27+20.57.20.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to photography Coronado HS and AJ HS and then.... Kofa HS in... YUMA!! Oh yes I got payed to go to Yuma and photograph 550 students. I didn't want to go so my younger sister went with me. It was bound to be an adventure. We booked our hotel at the Knights Inn and planned to not spend more than 24 hours there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there we were driving by a field, I think, and it smelt BAD. So we turned the air on circulate and after a minute we looked at each other and I said, "It smells funny. Lets turn it off." Jenny thought the same thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we left civilization, Jenny realized that she needed to use the bathroom. And it was getting bad.&amp;nbsp; We tried looking for a place to stop, but all we could see was very scraggly bushes and sand. As we're driving, keeping our eyes peeled for a place to stop, we see a sign that said "Now Entering Sonoran Desert National Park." Fate was not working for us. And I busted up laughing. This road was no straight smooth road it was definitely a windy bumpy road with lots of hills and dips. I saw a white little thing approaching on the side of the road &amp;amp; suggested to Jenny that maybe we should stop there. Coming up to it, Jenny pointed and said, "Sarah, it's a shrine!" I didn't know. It just looked like a little white box and I was totally kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached the Gila Bend where we pulled into a Dairy Queen that clearly said restrooms.Feeling bad that we were just using their facilities and not purchasing anything we went inside and got 2 cherry dipped cones. Which you have to pay more for a cherry dipped than chocolate when it says on the sign 2 dipped cones for $3. Well the sign LIED! Here is the restrooms on the side of the DQ...&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/TArzoONYB5I/AAAAAAAAA3o/WbHweBQQB-M/s1600/IMG_0878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TArzoONYB5I/AAAAAAAAA3o/WbHweBQQB-M/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were eating our cones, they were melting fast and the ice cream was too soft, we got back on the road. Before we got to the 8...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAr1DQQIfoI/AAAAAAAAA3w/YECVQpjdfto/s1600/yuma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAr1DQQIfoI/AAAAAAAAA3w/YECVQpjdfto/s320/yuma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't finish my cone it was just BAD. I took then proceeded to take the wrapper off and tossed it out the window. I figured it was biodegradable, so yes I rolled down my window and tossed it before getting on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to Yuma about 3 and 1/2 hours from leaving Mesa and checked into our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAr16M6h6VI/AAAAAAAAA34/xyd6Rk44ILM/s1600/2010-05-28+16.32.29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAr16M6h6VI/AAAAAAAAA34/xyd6Rk44ILM/s320/2010-05-28+16.32.29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were definitely NOT going to go swimming here. We had about 45 minutes before I had to be at the high school for the graduation. We changed and stopped at Fry's for some sandwiches. The graduation was good. We were over staffed because they went from a 2 line graduation to a 1 line. I was hoping that I wasn't shooting but that wasn't the case. It is a funny joke with the company to have the rookies ALWAYS shoot the handshake pose. This would be my 2nd photographing graduation. I was glad to learn that it was a posed picture it looks something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAr4YPl2ofI/AAAAAAAAA4A/nFN8jH49iGw/s1600/handshake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAr4YPl2ofI/AAAAAAAAA4A/nFN8jH49iGw/s320/handshake.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Image from Google)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We purposely get 2 cameras in our case just in case something goes wrong with your 1st camera. My team captain told me in all the 30 years he's worked with the company he's only had to use his backup twice. Well, I was the luck one where I was having flash problems and went threw both of my cameras and ended up using my team captain's backup. I only missed one student out of 550!! My arm was a little tired after words OK it really hurt but those things are massive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAryO27bqfI/AAAAAAAAA3A/iJR3uA1gGog/s1600/2010-05-27+21.05.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAryO27bqfI/AAAAAAAAA3A/iJR3uA1gGog/s320/2010-05-27+21.05.05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And this is what we had for breakfast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAvkOKflwNI/AAAAAAAAA4I/aaxuOKUrwno/s1600/2010-05-29+09.29.57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAvkOKflwNI/AAAAAAAAA4I/aaxuOKUrwno/s320/2010-05-29+09.29.57.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Yes... that is the cup that came in the hotel room! Just a p.s. cereal that is 99 cents doesn't taste very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On our way home we were smart and stopped to use the restroom before hitting that long bumpy road. And at the rest stop there was a HUGE dog. When Jenny finally saw it she proclaimed, "Seriously, it's like a small horse!" I was quiet entertained. We then ended up missing our turn off from the way we came so we took the 10 all the way to the 60. Not fun! Lots of construction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But overall I thought it was rather entertaining. I got to spend some one on one time with my sister. Which we haven't done in a long time even though we live in the same house. (Yeah I know, sad right.) And we listened to a book on CD called, Savvy by.. um... crap I totally forget. I will have my sister let me know who it is in the comments.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAvmPSHuPaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/4AcyCogEFkc/s1600/2010-05-29+10.43.41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAvmPSHuPaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/4AcyCogEFkc/s320/2010-05-29+10.43.41.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways thank you Jenny for coming with me, I had a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-1588979876374907716?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/1588979876374907716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-you-do-for-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/1588979876374907716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/1588979876374907716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-you-do-for-work.html' title='The Things You Do For Work...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/TAruDQYNT9I/AAAAAAAAA24/VVUDASbzBfc/s72-c/2010-05-27+20.57.20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-4005843023735063503</id><published>2010-05-08T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:12:19.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Rice Crispy Treats!</title><content type='html'>So my family had some rice crispy treats we forgot about. When we found them they tasted like cardboard. (They were in a cardboard box). Last weekend when Denise came into town I brought them out &amp;amp; we made things with them.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S-XgtqITKyI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qPK4N0owqw4/s1600/DSCN1631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S-XgtqITKyI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qPK4N0owqw4/s320/DSCN1631.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our dude on a skateboard. P.S. Denise isn't holding him up.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S-XgxfOF62I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Z6sZrl4G6AM/s1600/DSCN1635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S-XgxfOF62I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Z6sZrl4G6AM/s320/DSCN1635.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Furniture set, included with fish.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S-Xg1DGZsrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/AC8lynzUCu4/s1600/DSCN1636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S-Xg1DGZsrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/AC8lynzUCu4/s320/DSCN1636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Car... although he does look a lot bigger than it. But it's still cool.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S-Xg42MKzUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4p9pYaVION0/s1600/DSCN1637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S-Xg42MKzUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4p9pYaVION0/s320/DSCN1637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Airplane!&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S-Xg9O6qo6I/AAAAAAAAAy4/5C-42l3Bgy4/s1600/DSCN1642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S-Xg9O6qo6I/AAAAAAAAAy4/5C-42l3Bgy4/s320/DSCN1642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends and I that made all the wonderful creations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-4005843023735063503?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/4005843023735063503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/05/old-rice-crispy-treats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4005843023735063503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4005843023735063503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/05/old-rice-crispy-treats.html' title='Old Rice Crispy Treats!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S-XgtqITKyI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qPK4N0owqw4/s72-c/DSCN1631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-4785802981259666113</id><published>2010-05-08T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:51:31.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sister, Jenny, was studying and her paper blew away from the fan and landed here...&lt;br /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S-Xcmnw7bkI/AAAAAAAAAx4/12IbioUGhMs/s1600/DSC_0194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S-Xcmnw7bkI/AAAAAAAAAx4/12IbioUGhMs/s320/DSC_0194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a picture. Pretty cool huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-4785802981259666113?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/4785802981259666113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/05/paper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4785802981259666113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4785802981259666113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/05/paper.html' title='Paper!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S-Xcmnw7bkI/AAAAAAAAAx4/12IbioUGhMs/s72-c/DSC_0194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-2463822821139678</id><published>2010-04-22T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:40:05.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Reason...</title><content type='html'>My sister, Jenny will make a great mother someday!! &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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S9CXJ1vCfkI/AAAAAAAAAxw/69OnaN20Ls4/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S9CXJ1vCfkI/AAAAAAAAAxw/69OnaN20Ls4/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here she is showing the nephews how to wash dishes, even though they are play dishes. But she is teaching them with patience and love. I can't wait for the day I get married and have kids. And while Jenny is with them I know they will be in good hands. Thank you Jenny for being a great example to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-2463822821139678?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/2463822821139678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-reason.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2463822821139678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2463822821139678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-reason.html' title='One Reason...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S9CXJ1vCfkI/AAAAAAAAAxw/69OnaN20Ls4/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-567806371813958735</id><published>2010-04-17T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T13:32:41.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with Ross!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S8oVfXZR7YI/AAAAAAAAAxo/vEdl7nHUCNw/s1600/Ross+graduation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S8oVfXZR7YI/AAAAAAAAAxo/vEdl7nHUCNw/s320/Ross+graduation.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Ross, graduated from Universal Technical Institute yesterday in Avondale and he asked me to go with him.Yes he is laughing a lot in the picture so his smile is a little crazy. But it was lots of fun I got to meet his parents and grandparents, his brother &amp;amp; 2 sisters and a couple cousins. When Ross introduced me to his mother she said she my name like "oh so you are the one that my boy must be dating and hasn't told me about." She &amp;amp; the grandma ended up asking me all these questions about how we met and how much we hang out and basically asking if I was dating Ross. It was pretty great because we are just really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the graduation and all the amazing picture taking, Ross, me &amp;amp; his cousin Rebelle (yes that's her name and pronounced Rebel) went to eat. I took them to Islands, a very good burger place! On the way home Ross was driving and we had all the windows down with the sunroof open because it was such a nice day. As we are driving on the freeway a rock came up from the road into the top of the car. And then dropped down between my head and my sunglasses to hit me in the eye!! Yes that is exactly how it happened I'm not joking! Seriously I must be super special to get hit in the eye was a rock while wearing sunglasses!! And that was a tight space to go through to hit me in the eye! We got home safely and my eye is just fine NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-567806371813958735?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/567806371813958735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-with-ross.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/567806371813958735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/567806371813958735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-with-ross.html' title='A day with Ross!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S8oVfXZR7YI/AAAAAAAAAxo/vEdl7nHUCNw/s72-c/Ross+graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-5640185471215698202</id><published>2010-04-10T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:28:52.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>I love cupcakes! And so does my &lt;a href="http://www.bugesssa.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend's little girl&lt;/a&gt;. More pictures of her 1st birthday photoshoot &lt;a href="http://www.sarahjoyephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S8EXgG_gEtI/AAAAAAAAAxg/X6lKaWqo9Qs/s1600/cupcakes2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S8EXgG_gEtI/AAAAAAAAAxg/X6lKaWqo9Qs/s320/cupcakes2.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/921117736229354338-5640185471215698202?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/5640185471215698202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/04/cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/5640185471215698202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/5640185471215698202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/04/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S8EXgG_gEtI/AAAAAAAAAxg/X6lKaWqo9Qs/s72-c/cupcakes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-7003200593115704880</id><published>2010-04-09T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T14:58:02.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flop Flops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7-gdf6R24I/AAAAAAAAAwA/En4XBalFkDU/s1600/flip+flops2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7-gdf6R24I/AAAAAAAAAwA/En4XBalFkDU/s200/flip+flops2.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My adorable nephew, Ben, loves his flip flops. But he calls them flop flops! And when you try to correct him he says "NO, they are flop flops!"&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is my newest nephew. He found the best place to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7-itrbo5OI/AAAAAAAAAwI/RJcnKn7Rb-k/s1600/sleeping1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7-itrbo5OI/AAAAAAAAAwI/RJcnKn7Rb-k/s320/sleeping1.jpg" width="240" /&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/921117736229354338-7003200593115704880?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/7003200593115704880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/04/flop-flops.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/7003200593115704880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/7003200593115704880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/04/flop-flops.html' title='Flop Flops!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7-gdf6R24I/AAAAAAAAAwA/En4XBalFkDU/s72-c/flip+flops2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-516987953731888716</id><published>2010-04-08T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:59:38.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I looked down at my arm and saw a dark spot thinking 'that looks like a bruise'. So poked it... OUCH! Yep, it's a bruise! I don't even know how I got it. It must have been one of those walls or corners that keeps running into ME!&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/921117736229354338-516987953731888716?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/516987953731888716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/04/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/516987953731888716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/516987953731888716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/04/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-2708496711089723770</id><published>2010-04-04T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:31:27.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>Today was a very eventful day! I woke up to my dad making eggs in a basket with yummy hash browns &amp;amp; bacon. So I was trying to find a picture of these awesome eggs in a basket but all the ones I found isn't like how my daddy makes them. But they were delicious!! We had the second day of General Conference which was amazing... I learned a lot. My brother-in-laws' sister came to visit for the weekend as well. It's great to have her here. In between sessions I took some adorable pictures of my new nephew.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lTtF0wIEI/AAAAAAAAAuo/FKCa1rYZXOk/s1600/chicken5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lTtF0wIEI/AAAAAAAAAuo/FKCa1rYZXOk/s320/chicken5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see other pictures on my portrait blog &lt;a href="http://www.sarahjoyephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah Joye Photography&lt;/a&gt;. After conference we ate dinner! My brother &amp;amp; brother-in-law had been trying to this slogan for Easter... Lamb not Ham. My parents gave in and we had lamb AND ham!! Very exciting I know. After dinner we decided that we would take some pictures to send Zach... oh I mean Elder Carpenter. He's in Brazil. We decided to get some robin eggs and put them on our lips and took some lovely pictures. &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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWR_P0YoI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ujNDBy-Lc5k/s1600/robin+eggs4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWR_P0YoI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ujNDBy-Lc5k/s320/robin+eggs4.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWJm8DkEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/oWajPtDzROE/s1600/kissey+face3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWJm8DkEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/oWajPtDzROE/s320/kissey+face3.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWAP0BhEI/AAAAAAAAAuw/z_Ms0qq-USE/s1600/Ben+%26+Auntie+Karla1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWAP0BhEI/AAAAAAAAAuw/z_Ms0qq-USE/s320/Ben+%26+Auntie+Karla1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWnyP89LI/AAAAAAAAAvo/VGYlBU1AOos/s1600/the+Crofts4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWnyP89LI/AAAAAAAAAvo/VGYlBU1AOos/s320/the+Crofts4.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was still asleep when we started taking pictures. Then the 2 little ones had an Easter egg hunt in the family room. I got fired from hiding eggs. Apparently Andrew only goes for the easy ones with money in them.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWGUdNmzI/AAAAAAAAAvA/FolGXwrQ57A/s1600/egg+hunt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWGUdNmzI/AAAAAAAAAvA/FolGXwrQ57A/s320/egg+hunt4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWDSHgh5I/AAAAAAAAAu4/bcrK0DOrso8/s1600/egg+hunt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWDSHgh5I/AAAAAAAAAu4/bcrK0DOrso8/s320/egg+hunt3.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seth was in a very "okay you can take my picture" mood. So here is him &amp;amp; Jaimee supposed to be "Vanna Whiting" it to show off the clocks in our kitchen. The top on is Brazil time- where Zach is. The middle one is Ohio time- where my brother &amp;amp; his family is. And the bottom one is Arizona 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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWeG18jqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/0MgNMvss014/s1600/Seth+%26+Jaimee5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWeG18jqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/0MgNMvss014/s320/Seth+%26+Jaimee5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seth and Jaimee were doing a Zach face. Here is the clocks without the amazing models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lY5g_MhTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/FhmwVRgpfNs/s1600/clocks1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lY5g_MhTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/FhmwVRgpfNs/s320/clocks1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This last one is Seth &amp;amp; Jaimee leaving to go have some fun! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWaZH4G-I/AAAAAAAAAvY/y5_JmwudqxI/s1600/Seth+%26+Jaimee1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lWaZH4G-I/AAAAAAAAAvY/y5_JmwudqxI/s320/Seth+%26+Jaimee1.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/921117736229354338-2708496711089723770?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/2708496711089723770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2708496711089723770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2708496711089723770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S7lTtF0wIEI/AAAAAAAAAuo/FKCa1rYZXOk/s72-c/chicken5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-4634776865973560058</id><published>2010-03-27T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:02:06.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Lights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S66qTe3s-QI/AAAAAAAAAto/fOWU9E2ErLY/s1600/Green+Light.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S66qTe3s-QI/AAAAAAAAAto/fOWU9E2ErLY/s200/Green+Light.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from work today the freeway was closed so I had to take Baseline all the way home. Yes I could have took Southern but didn't realize the freeway was closed till I go there. I didn't want to to turn around so Baseline it was. I was dreading it but guess what?! I got all green lights the whole way home. It was wonderful!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-4634776865973560058?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/4634776865973560058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/03/green-lights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4634776865973560058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4634776865973560058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/03/green-lights.html' title='Green Lights!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S66qTe3s-QI/AAAAAAAAAto/fOWU9E2ErLY/s72-c/Green+Light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-4697693224103904949</id><published>2010-03-22T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:21:42.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruffles....</title><content type='html'>Potato chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S6hdS7t38JI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Q-ytQC-RZqU/s1600-h/RUFFLES_Original_Potato_Chips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S6hdS7t38JI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Q-ytQC-RZqU/s200/RUFFLES_Original_Potato_Chips.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and M&amp;amp;M's&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S6hdex44ZFI/AAAAAAAAAtI/G5SElQcg3K8/s1600-h/CIMG4300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S6hdex44ZFI/AAAAAAAAAtI/G5SElQcg3K8/s200/CIMG4300.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are delicious together! I don't know why but I had the craving tonight after work. And yes it's great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-4697693224103904949?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/4697693224103904949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/03/ruffles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4697693224103904949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4697693224103904949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/03/ruffles.html' title='Ruffles....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S6hdS7t38JI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Q-ytQC-RZqU/s72-c/RUFFLES_Original_Potato_Chips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-5877570075570947548</id><published>2010-03-13T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:53:42.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting lost isn't such a BAD thing!</title><content type='html'>I started a new job where we do surveys. Whether it be on the phone, in person or recruiting people for taste tests. I got the opportunity to go out to Phoenix to be in a dental office ALL day to ask people in the waiting room if they had seen a particular advertisement. The survey took about 10 minutes and we gave them $5 for completing the survey. And the day I went they were super slow... and I forgot my BOOK! I can't believe I did... that's usually the first thing I grab, thinking "I'm going to be there all day 8 hours so I should remember my book." Yeah that didn't happen. So as I was driving home, wait let me tell you on the way there the directions that work gave me were wrong so I had to call the office &amp;amp; really find out where they were. As you all know I suck at finding my way around and know what direction I'm going. So on the way home I got lost!! Okay I started at Central &amp;amp; Osborn. I tried calling a couple people to have them help me get home. When my brother called me back I was at Broadway &amp;amp; 40th... I was trying to get to the freeway so I could head back to work on Mill &amp;amp; Broadway. My brother brought to my attention that why would I go 3 or 4 miles out of my way in rush hour traffic non the less when I'm already on Broadway. I have one smart brother! I never thought about that. I ended up taking Broadway all the way home. I guess getting lost CAN be a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-5877570075570947548?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/5877570075570947548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-lost-isnt-such-bad-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/5877570075570947548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/5877570075570947548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-lost-isnt-such-bad-thing.html' title='Getting lost isn&apos;t such a BAD thing!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-9130694115178516532</id><published>2010-02-25T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:48:39.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missionaries Moments</title><content type='html'>So today started out a little stressful... I went to the dentist to get some teeth fixed. He got to use the laser on me, my first time. It was great I didn't feel a thing. Maybe it was because the whole top of my mouth was numb from the 3, count that THREE shots he gave me. As my wonderful mom came to pay for it we found out that they had a credit on the account (don't know where it came from, but are not asking questions) so it wasn't as much as we thought it was going to be (blessing #1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a missed call while at the dentist with a voice mail. It was the sister missionaries. They had an appointment with a male investigator (they didn't know how old he was) and needed another sister there. I called them up and told them I would be able to come. Looking at the clock I had 30 minutes to get cute &amp;amp; meet them down at the Visitor Center. I made it there just in time. And I matched the sisters... we were all wearing red, but not red red but more of a maroon/dark red. The investigator, Jeff, was about my age (so it was a good thing I was there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into this little room with a piano in it. They always start an appointment with a song &amp;amp; prayer. They asked me to play the piano, it was I Am A Child of God. Even though it was just the sisters singing you could already feel the spirit so strong. After the prayer the sisters asked Jeff a little bit about him. He had grown up going to a church &amp;amp; would always come with his family to see the temple lights. He had heard of The Church but didn't know that much about it. He had a good friend that was a member and he had the thought for a long while to come see what the church was about. He came last week to the visitor center and watched the video about President Thomas S. Monson and received a Book of Mormon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading in 3 Nephi chapter 11, the sisters asked him what he was thinking. We had been reading about when Christ appeared to the Nephites in the America's after he was resurrected. Jeff had a feeling right then and there that this was the true church and he loved the fact that the Book of Mormon read and sounded like the Bible. So he knew it had to be true (blessing #2). Because we were short on time, Jeff had to go to work, the sisters asked him to finish reading the chapter. And explained that it talked about baptism and asked him to prepare to be baptized in the next couple of weeks. He said he would, he was excited about it (blessing #3). And that he was going to come to my single's ward on Sunday. I think when I see him I'll sit next to him so that he will know someone. He said the closing prayer and thanked God for sending us into his lives and showing him the truth and answering his prayers (blessing #4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he left I was talking to the sister missionaries and they were in shock. They said they were so nervous they didn't want to say anything wrong. He was READY and he was an answer to their prayers. To be able to experience that was... words just can't express. I guess I get a little taste of what my brothers have gone through. It's an amazing thing that these men and women go through to have the faith and conviction to go out and teach the gospel to those that are ready or will be ready. It ended up being a wonderful day. It's a dramatic difference it makes to having the gospel in your life and to have the spirit there as well (blessing #5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you would like to know more about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saint you can visit the visitor center at the temple or go to &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;www.lds.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-9130694115178516532?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/9130694115178516532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/02/missionaries-moments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/9130694115178516532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/9130694115178516532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/02/missionaries-moments.html' title='Missionaries Moments'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-730017841104322245</id><published>2010-02-16T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:29:22.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchiladas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3tCs1r2WlI/AAAAAAAAArs/jWn8kLPbZtM/s1600-h/IMGP2768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3tCs1r2WlI/AAAAAAAAArs/jWn8kLPbZtM/s200/IMGP2768.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Over the weekend my friend Nat made some enchiladas and they were delicious!! So I had to make them for my family. As I was preparing it I had to open some cans, I was a little irritated because our can opener doesn't work for me. Come to find out that the one I was trying to use is broken. My mom showed me the new one and guess what... it's AMAZING!! I love it! It's so easy to use &amp;amp; it won't cut you because there are no sharp edges.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3tClajo1cI/AAAAAAAAArU/bHIWwejIk9c/s1600-h/IMGP2765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3tClajo1cI/AAAAAAAAArU/bHIWwejIk9c/s320/IMGP2765.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See it cuts the side of the can.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3tCoUa5gBI/AAAAAAAAArc/B1NKg67DCoI/s1600-h/IMGP2766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3tCoUa5gBI/AAAAAAAAArc/B1NKg67DCoI/s320/IMGP2766.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there are no sharp edges.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3tCqv6PR1I/AAAAAAAAArk/9glfry6PJ5w/s1600-h/IMGP2767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3tCqv6PR1I/AAAAAAAAArk/9glfry6PJ5w/s320/IMGP2767.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This thing is amazing! I'll have to find out where my parent's got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm thinking I should put up the recipe for the enchiladas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 yellow onion (chopped &amp;amp; cooked)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 1 can black beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 can pinto beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 can olives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4 chicken breasts (cubed &amp;amp; cooked)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 bunch cilantro (I didn't put this in the one I made because we don't like it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 can green chili enchilada sauce (pictured above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tortillas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Combine all ingredients except tortillas &amp;amp; cheese and about 1/4 cup enchilada sauce. Get a 9x13 glass pan put a little bit of enchilada sauce on the bottom of the pan so that the tortillas don't stick. First layer is tortilla, tear them in half so that you can cover more surface area. Second layer is the combined ingredients (filling), third layer is cheese. Repeat once. On top put a layer of tortillas, enchilada sauce and cheese. Bake in the oven @ 375 degrees for 20 minutes. Let it cool for a while it will be hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope you all enjoy it. P.S. It tends to be a little bit spicier the next day after it has set awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-730017841104322245?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/730017841104322245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/02/enchiladas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/730017841104322245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/730017841104322245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/02/enchiladas.html' title='Enchiladas'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3tCs1r2WlI/AAAAAAAAArs/jWn8kLPbZtM/s72-c/IMGP2768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-2024824182552326770</id><published>2010-02-10T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:36:45.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the airport...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning when it was still dark outside I got up with the rest of the family and went to the airport. Zach was ordained an Elder last night and was leaving to go to the Provo MTC (Mission Training Center) today. We spent the last little bit with Zach watching him eat breakfast and reminiscing about the good times with him. There were three other missionaries and their families there seeing them off as well. One thing that was amazing to experience, there was a Tongan who is going to Brazil just like Zach. About 10-15 of his friends and family stood infront of him and did the Haka. It was I can't explain it... they drew a croud and I got super excited. I even teared up a little bit. Then we took pictures with Zach right before he went through security. I got a hug first so that I wouldn't cry. Then Jenny went &amp;amp; cried for all of us! Good thing his tie was water resistant. As he was walking away it hit me that Zach really was leaving for 2 years. &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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3Nr8kEXNYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/oyunoIpp09c/s1600-h/check-in.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3Nr8kEXNYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/oyunoIpp09c/s320/check-in.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Check-In&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;/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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3Nr4VyKBmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/AOzrx3lboMM/s1600-h/breakfast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3Nr4VyKBmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/AOzrx3lboMM/s320/breakfast.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast!&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3NsG1TaSyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Ppm0AOAfTE0/s1600-h/the+haka1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3NsG1TaSyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Ppm0AOAfTE0/s320/the+haka1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Haka&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3NsEqvO2DI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-W-fqHxY6Fg/s1600-h/parents2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3NsEqvO2DI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-W-fqHxY6Fg/s320/parents2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The parents&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3NsRe3-1mI/AAAAAAAAArM/I87gPjaTuFQ/s1600-h/Zach+%26+sisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3NsRe3-1mI/AAAAAAAAArM/I87gPjaTuFQ/s320/Zach+%26+sisters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zachy &amp;amp; his sisters&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3NsLjZ-ZgI/AAAAAAAAArE/tgCVn01Y2pA/s1600-h/leaving1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3NsLjZ-ZgI/AAAAAAAAArE/tgCVn01Y2pA/s320/leaving1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The house was really quiet today. We will miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-2024824182552326770?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/2024824182552326770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/02/trip-to-airport.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2024824182552326770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2024824182552326770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/02/trip-to-airport.html' title='A trip to the airport...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S3Nr8kEXNYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/oyunoIpp09c/s72-c/check-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-2526488473135933181</id><published>2010-01-26T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:28:46.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZACH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_Ly3EniII/AAAAAAAAAoU/dOxZnvNydzE/s1600-h/mission1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_Ly3EniII/AAAAAAAAAoU/dOxZnvNydzE/s320/mission1.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Christmas the whole family was here. Which was cool because my little brother, Zach, leaves for his mission in 2 weeks. Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's already here! He's going to the Cuiaba, Brazil Mission, he will be teaching the gospel to others for 2 years. I'm excited for him. Okay, I was just going to get on here and tell you some highlights of the holidays and show you some pictures. But I guess I'm going to also add the hilarious time I had with Zach while I was taking his missionary pictures. There was a big storm last week and he had to take some pictures outside. Yeah there is going to be a LOT of pictures in this post. I might have to just do one with Zach. Yeah I'll do that... I have just retitled this post ZACH! To your left you would have the picture that we picked to go up on the ward wall with the missionaries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_L0vYz0VI/AAAAAAAAAoc/sZvzu_1ppZc/s1600-h/DSC_0255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_L0vYz0VI/AAAAAAAAAoc/sZvzu_1ppZc/s320/DSC_0255.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here Zach is trying to do the smile that mom liked&lt;/span&gt;... yeah that didn't turn out too well.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_L4-1GS2I/AAAAAAAAAok/W2WhPuZjodY/s1600-h/DSC_0243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_L4-1GS2I/AAAAAAAAAok/W2WhPuZjodY/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not his good side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now we have the pictures that Zach wanted to take outside with his umbrella that he got for his mission. But when the opened it, it was broken. So we opted for the HUGE umbrella that my parents owned. Oh he wanted to take pictures outside in his full suit because it was raining and it would be cool.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_MDTVYTBI/AAAAAAAAAos/LkHpJfljghg/s1600-h/DSC_0263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_MDTVYTBI/AAAAAAAAAos/LkHpJfljghg/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_MJaMMBXI/AAAAAAAAAo8/CmqgACYvdX8/s1600-h/DSC_0269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_MJaMMBXI/AAAAAAAAAo8/CmqgACYvdX8/s320/DSC_0269.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_MGUEe8WI/AAAAAAAAAo0/o15vlj9zr-E/s1600-h/DSC_0270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_MGUEe8WI/AAAAAAAAAo0/o15vlj9zr-E/s320/DSC_0270.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_MQzWIB3I/AAAAAAAAApE/ea77QtwqD-c/s1600-h/DSC_0272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_MQzWIB3I/AAAAAAAAApE/ea77QtwqD-c/s320/DSC_0272.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really like this picture. He didn't know I was taking it, he was just looking at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_MaUYb7iI/AAAAAAAAApM/LdxqCvVjKvo/s1600-h/DSC_0277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_MaUYb7iI/AAAAAAAAApM/LdxqCvVjKvo/s320/DSC_0277.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here is where the wind picked up &amp;amp; he decided to go GQ! &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;We will all miss Zach and all he brings to our family. The house will be very quiet when the nephews are NOT over.&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/921117736229354338-2526488473135933181?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/2526488473135933181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/01/zach.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2526488473135933181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2526488473135933181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2010/01/zach.html' title='ZACH!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/S1_Ly3EniII/AAAAAAAAAoU/dOxZnvNydzE/s72-c/mission1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-6282810333753779955</id><published>2009-12-02T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:27:01.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SxboJYxW3_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/yXGgVYb2_Tg/s1600-h/pixar-up-logo-large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SxboJYxW3_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/yXGgVYb2_Tg/s200/pixar-up-logo-large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I love this movie! Dug discribes me and my girls exactly. We have very random moments (squirrels) all the time. We would always say squirrel or point. A couple weeks ago, Natalie saw the movie for the first time. Which made our "squirrel" even funnier. If you haven't seen this movie yet, it is a must see! It's out on DVD now, so go pick it up or just redbox it.The little old man is so cute! Oh, and if your into scouts there are some jokes about scouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/SxboFLmDjMI/AAAAAAAAAg0/7vD_Xg8zBaw/s1600-h/up_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SxboFLmDjMI/AAAAAAAAAg0/7vD_Xg8zBaw/s320/up_8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/921117736229354338-6282810333753779955?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/6282810333753779955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/12/squirrel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/6282810333753779955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/6282810333753779955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/12/squirrel.html' title='Squirrel!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SxboJYxW3_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/yXGgVYb2_Tg/s72-c/pixar-up-logo-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-2466373966120230503</id><published>2009-10-14T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:50:43.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings, Blessings, and more Blessings!</title><content type='html'>Today has been a wonderful day and it's only 2pm! It has actually been a really great week. I know I am loved by the Savior and that he has helped me out SO much! This week I got a call from 4 different people wanting me to take their pictures. I have 1 wedding, 3 family pictures, and an office for a website! And today I was going to talk to Dairy Queen about getting a job. My friend, Courtney, is in town for the week and has worked for this guy before. She actually ran a couple of his stores and they are actually hiring. While I was on my way down there, I got to drive my brother's car (thanks Seth) I got a phone call from Bobby at the elections warehouse. He asked me if I wanted to work I said yes! Then he asked if I wanted to know what the job was first. It is helping train the troubleshooters for the election starting tomorrow and go for 2 weeks. The troubleshooter are in charge of polling places &amp;amp; the equipment. I would be going around helping Tanya train for the next 2 weeks and hopefully work election night! I was so excited I accepted immediately. Now back to driving to Dairy Queen, I met Courtney there, filled out an application and got the job. And got paid more than employees get started at. My boss, Derek, was okay with me starting at the beginning of November when I was done with the elections. I can't believe I got 2 jobs in one day! After not working for the last couple of weeks! I'm really excited for elections I have missed all the guys that I was working with before. Dairy Queen is another story, I'm nervous. I always get nervous with a new job. But its an easy job and I'll be fine. Oh yeah and I have set up another blog for my porfolio. I'm still working on it but you guys will have to check it out! I'm working on getting a website set up but this will do for now. It's &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;sarahjoyephotography@blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; let me know what you think. So if you would like to add it to yours that would be great! Hope you all have a wonderful day and week! He is there and will help you if your trust in Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-2466373966120230503?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/2466373966120230503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/10/blessings-blessings-and-more-blessings.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2466373966120230503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2466373966120230503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/10/blessings-blessings-and-more-blessings.html' title='Blessings, Blessings, and more Blessings!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-2825444973234708864</id><published>2009-10-09T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:44:53.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laffy Taffy, Blizzards, &amp; Spa Rice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_va66PdNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nWA4xGZUwhY/s1600-h/1003091951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_va66PdNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nWA4xGZUwhY/s200/1003091951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My family and I left last Friday to go to Utah for General Conference. They have never been which is crazy to me! I went 3 years ago and it was amazing!! Conference was so good we went to the Saturday morning session. My brothers &amp;amp; dad went to the Priesthood session while Jenny &amp;amp; my mom walked around temple square. &lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the time that I spent with the family. We had a couple insidences that were hilarious I just have to share with you all.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_qLzxu-oI/AAAAAAAAAN0/emYdHLDA3Fo/s1600-h/laffy-taffy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_qLzxu-oI/AAAAAAAAAN0/emYdHLDA3Fo/s200/laffy-taffy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*On the way up Zach was eating some Laffy Taffys. Seth asked him if he had any other than banana. Zach said no, so he gave him the other half of his. Then Zach proceeded to take a sour apple Laffy Taffy out of his pocket and started eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jenny brought a bag on the trip that my mom had made for some girls for girl's camp. Then they bailed so she gave us the extras. They had nametags on them. Jenny left her's on. It said Shawna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After stopping @ Sam's Club for lunch. Zach came out of the store with a 44 oz red/blue powerade. Dad curb checked it and Zach fingers went into the styrophone cup. All over his pants &amp;amp; white shirt, he got it out, everything was fine.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_sObC_e-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Ks4cbcNcLWY/s1600-h/Disney-Cars-Fillmore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_sObC_e-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Ks4cbcNcLWY/s200/Disney-Cars-Fillmore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* We saw a "filmore van" called Natty Light. Then were remembered by Andrew (4 yrs old nephew) who screamed, "I want to go to Holbrook," while we were driving home from New Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We passed by Fernando's Hideaway, which should have remained a hideaway... not good at all. We ate there about 4 yrs ago and I'm sure a lot of us got sick. It was now changed to a steak house! Yikes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Hay lets go get some feed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_vQW7bojI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vbYaephJ0z8/s1600-h/1002092305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_vQW7bojI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vbYaephJ0z8/s200/1002092305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Friday we went to a frozen yogurt shop called Spoon Me. Zach met some of his friends that are going to BYU there. These we the napkins, I HAD to take a picture! And that fact that this place was right by BYU makes it even funnier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We were looking for places to eat Saturday night, we ended up going to Fazoli's! But in the phonebook I think we found our new Fernando's Hideaway called.... Guadalahonkies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_wiIElkUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hmxWl4Kx6-Y/s1600-h/1004090930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_wiIElkUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hmxWl4Kx6-Y/s200/1004090930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Best Western that we stayed in was nice. For the breakfast they had a waffle maker. So you can have your own waffle in the morning. Sunday morning before we left Zach, Jenny, Seth &amp;amp; I were making waffles and noticed the different types of syrup. Boysen Berr &amp;amp; Mape!! They were still good.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_xkINtmnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/koIcA5qwh9k/s1600-h/fortune-cookie3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_xkINtmnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/koIcA5qwh9k/s200/fortune-cookie3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* Spa Rice is delicious!! We are always talking about it when we are planning on going to Utah. My dad's friend from high school, Jerry, took us last time to a chinese place. He knows the owners very well, he goes all the time. They remembered us from last time, we sat down and they just brought out a whole bunch of food for us. Spa rice aka fried rice was a must of the things brought out. Then just like the last time they gave us a big bag of fortune cookies.&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_xmn-SjxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dIH0Kezu0IQ/s1600-h/Girl-Scout-Thin-Mint-Cookie-Blizzard-July-08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_xmn-SjxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dIH0Kezu0IQ/s320/Girl-Scout-Thin-Mint-Cookie-Blizzard-July-08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* Since Flagstaff on the way up, Seth said he wanted to get a thin mint Girl Scout cookie blizzard from Dairy Queen. We had just eaten so we didn't get it there. In Utah we didn't really look for one, when we came across it we weren't hungry. Then finally on the way home we stopped in Flagstaff again to get the blizzard. Mom even had a buy one get one free coupon. Oh we were excited! As we are ordering the man in the drive thru told us that they don't have that blizzard anymore. We couldn't believe our ears, did he really just say that didn't do it anymore? It had been about a month that they stopped it. We were laughing, he didn't get why, so we asked for our coupon back and ordered cones. :( Maybe if we had gone in Utah they might have had it. But we were talking about the thin mint blizzard the whole trip!! And never got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see we had a great time. I'm a little sad that Diana &amp;amp; Clayton &amp;amp; their families missed out. But we will catch up this Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-2825444973234708864?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/2825444973234708864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/10/laffy-taffy-blizzards-spa-rice.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2825444973234708864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2825444973234708864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/10/laffy-taffy-blizzards-spa-rice.html' title='Laffy Taffy, Blizzards, &amp; Spa Rice!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Ss_va66PdNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nWA4xGZUwhY/s72-c/1003091951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-536884854190297776</id><published>2009-09-26T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:42:51.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Service</title><content type='html'>Wow! It's been a long time since I've written. Well today I got up early, 6:30am to take pictures of a couple that the missionaries are teaching. They are getting baptized and married on the same day. So they asked me if I could meet them at the temple and take some pictures for their announcement. I was so excited!! I've missed taking pictures and to go to the temple and do something for these people was amazing. Here are some pictures I took today. The couple had a daughter, almost 2, she was grumpy but got some good shots of her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5c_SvyqmI/AAAAAAAAANs/sxg_kBUj3vQ/s1600-h/us1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5c_SvyqmI/AAAAAAAAANs/sxg_kBUj3vQ/s320/us1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5crqYkrJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2af9MP_FIhU/s1600-h/couple13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5crqYkrJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2af9MP_FIhU/s320/couple13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5c7XEkjdI/AAAAAAAAANk/ojztErlIChQ/s1600-h/mommy+%26+me4-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5c7XEkjdI/AAAAAAAAANk/ojztErlIChQ/s320/mommy+%26+me4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5cuxu-bEI/AAAAAAAAANE/458Fq-aSdP8/s1600-h/couple2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5cuxu-bEI/AAAAAAAAANE/458Fq-aSdP8/s320/couple2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5cwzU3a7I/AAAAAAAAANM/VdiT8gdAl4Y/s1600-h/couple9-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5cwzU3a7I/AAAAAAAAANM/VdiT8gdAl4Y/s320/couple9-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5c0EbQLBI/AAAAAAAAANU/wbtkAhjZTjE/s1600-h/Frances-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5c0EbQLBI/AAAAAAAAANU/wbtkAhjZTjE/s320/Frances-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5c3t7z6iI/AAAAAAAAANc/QJ6jBSayDOc/s1600-h/mommy+%26+me2-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5c3t7z6iI/AAAAAAAAANc/QJ6jBSayDOc/s320/mommy+%26+me2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/921117736229354338-536884854190297776?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/536884854190297776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/09/service.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/536884854190297776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/536884854190297776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/09/service.html' title='Service'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sr5c_SvyqmI/AAAAAAAAANs/sxg_kBUj3vQ/s72-c/us1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-5346669193598614675</id><published>2009-08-28T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:02:51.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SphgeJdFvkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EGItooRqxhY/s1600-h/CIMG5263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SphgbaqS3sI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PBqU2D8Kjl8/s1600-h/CIMG5261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SphgbaqS3sI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PBqU2D8Kjl8/s320/CIMG5261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Okay I have never had anyone give me something like this before. And it's not even Christmas or close to my birthday! While at work we talk about a lot of different things. One day I was talking about how I was teaching a friend to play the piano &amp;amp; he in return was going to teach me how to play the guitar. I was so excited I've been wanting to learn for awhile now. A co-worker Nic, showed me a website I could look at to find cords for songs that I wanted to learn. I got even more excited. Then a couple days later when I got to work Nic told me he had something for me. I was like 'really that's cool' not thinking to much about it. As the day went on he said he brought his guitar in so others said he should bring it in during break &amp;amp; play something for us. At break I saw it... the guitar was gorgeous!! Nic played 'With Or Without' by U2, one of our favorite bands! Then he played a song that he had made up, which was good too. At the end of work I got an appointment for the next day. I'm notorious for getting appointments right before we go on break or leave for the day. Because it was for the next day I had to stay and fill out some paperwork first. Nic said he still had that thing to give me, I had completely forgot about it. He said he would wait for me to finish. As we were walking to our cars Nic had a lot of things in his hands so I asked to carry something, he gave me his guitar to hold. As he was putting the things in his car he was telling me about his guitar &amp;amp; how good it was, how he had broke it but fixed it. How he has had it for a long time but has another guitar and that the strings were new. The whole time Nic was telling me this I was holding it &amp;amp; amazed. Then Nic told me he was giving it to me... I was shocked!! I asked if he was serious... he smiled and said yes! I'm pretty sure my mouth was wide open. I didn't know what to say, I said thanks &amp;amp; couldn't stop smiling. I even asked if I could give him a hug &amp;amp; asked if it wouldn't be weird because he was married. He said it was okay, he said I could use this to learn on until I got something better. I'm still shocked that someone would think of me and give me a GUITAR! As we left I had to tell someone... so I called Nick Smith the guy that's supposed to teach me to play and I just couldn't stop smiling. He said he was excited for me &amp;amp; wanting to see a picture. As a thank you to Nic I made him a card that looked just like the guitar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-5346669193598614675?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/5346669193598614675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/5346669193598614675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/5346669193598614675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new.html' title='My New...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SphgbaqS3sI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PBqU2D8Kjl8/s72-c/CIMG5261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-7423227195277837593</id><published>2009-08-21T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:27:49.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Private</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a lot of my friends' blogs &amp;amp; they are all going private now which got me thinking. Why didn't I do this in the beginning when I first started my blog. Well, for different reasons like me posting a lot of pictures of the work I do, I'm going to go private in the next couple weeks. If you want to be able to see my blog just give me your email address &amp;amp; i'll invite you so we all can still keep in touch. Hope you are having a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-7423227195277837593?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/7423227195277837593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/08/going-private.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/7423227195277837593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/7423227195277837593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/08/going-private.html' title='Going Private'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-7717274444949147400</id><published>2009-08-18T19:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:20:34.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appointments!</title><content type='html'>So at work today... Remember I work for America's Solar doing cold calling to notify people of the Federal &amp;amp; State funded energy program for homeowners. Right now I am calling the Tucson area. This has been my second day &amp;amp; it's been good I made an appt yesterday. Today as I'm calling people I got this one guy that was kind of pestering me and talking to me about why it is good for him. I had told him how it's good for the environment &amp;amp; all the tax incentives and how it will help to permanetly lower your monthly utility bills. At one point in the conversation I told him to hold for a second because I couldn't think of anything else to say to him. I asked a couple co-workers and they suggested a couple things. When I got back on I repeated the things I told him, and I even told him he was making me nervous. He then said he liked my honesty and would check out the website &amp;amp; if he was more interested then he would give me a buzz. I was a little flustered after that. One co-worker said that I should pray that he calls be back. But within the next 10 phone calls I got 2 good appointments! I was so excited I think that guy helped me to further appriciate what we are doing with this company and how much it could help people. I know that you need to truely believe in the product that you are selling &amp;amp; be sincere that people will know that you are trying to help them. Anyways I have to get back to work. Oh if anyone wants to know more about my company the website is &lt;a href="http://www.americassolarllc.com"&gt;www.americassolarllc.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-7717274444949147400?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/7717274444949147400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/08/appointments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/7717274444949147400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/7717274444949147400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/08/appointments.html' title='Appointments!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-7691782140126226912</id><published>2009-08-10T00:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:28:58.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Pixie!</title><content type='html'>My friend, Courtney, owns her own salon in Oregon and she comes down every month or so to do hair for her clients here in Arizona. I always get to pick her up from the airport which is fun! Yeah the airport fun... I know my way around there very well! Anyways I would go down to her little salon down here &amp;amp; help her in any way I can. One day I ended up bringing my camera &amp;amp; talking some pictures of girls she had done and they are now on her salon website. I'm so excited it makes me feel like a professional! Here is the website &lt;a href="http://wickedpixiesalon.com"&gt;www.wickedpixiesalon.com&lt;/a&gt; if you click on hair &amp;amp; policies you will see the pictures I took. One of the girls I was talking pictures of reminded me of my cousin, Kelsey Smith. What do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-7691782140126226912?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/7691782140126226912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/08/wicked-pixie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/7691782140126226912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/7691782140126226912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/08/wicked-pixie.html' title='Wicked Pixie!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-3727891664468246295</id><published>2009-07-16T15:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:55:05.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost but not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>As most of you have heard I had a cousin die in a car accident a couple a weeks ago. She was going camping with her family &amp;amp; some friends. Savannah was 13 and a sweetheart. I took the news pretty hard, that Sunday was the worst I cried all day &amp;amp; even cried when I said the closing prayer for Relief Society, (the lesson wasn't even a touchy/emotional subject.) I think the reason it hit me so hard was because I was in a car accident a year ago &amp;amp; I could have been much worse than I was. (Yeah I know, I wasn't wearing my seatbelt.) But Savannah was sitting in the exact spot I was sitting in the car. All memories of that started flooding back to me. And I realized how precious life is.&lt;br /&gt;A friend from my ward told me something that helped a lot. She had read a book about a man that had passed &amp;amp; gone to the other side and then he was able to come back to earth. The book is about his experiences in Heaven. And he said that the loved ones that are taken from us quickly are there to help us make it to Him. That was a comfort to me to know that Savannah will help me as well as her family &amp;amp; friends. That helped me a lot. I'm grateful for that knowledge so that when the funeral came 2 weeks late I was better prepared. I still cried like a baby during the funeral but at the gravesite I was able to keep composed &amp;amp; got to take some amazing &amp;amp; precious moments. Here is a couple of those moment, (p.s. Heather, I am sending the pictures in the mail now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weather was gorgeous... I know Savannah helped out with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-ttJiWtXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_oUvCFrTZcY/s1600-h/beautiful+day3.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/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-ttJiWtXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_oUvCFrTZcY/s320/beautiful+day3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359193072759911794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zach &amp;amp; Bryan comforting my sister, Jenny.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-ttwP9vKI/AAAAAAAAALM/R4WDhOHhZIM/s1600-h/jenny-bryan-zach-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-ttwP9vKI/AAAAAAAAALM/R4WDhOHhZIM/s320/jenny-bryan-zach-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359193083151760546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-uLDt0hXI/AAAAAAAAALk/cqOX-l5Xjks/s1600-h/pallbearers5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-uLDt0hXI/AAAAAAAAALk/cqOX-l5Xjks/s320/pallbearers5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359193586593465714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-ttcNz1rI/AAAAAAAAAK8/d85WHQ3_CNM/s1600-h/casket6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-ttcNz1rI/AAAAAAAAAK8/d85WHQ3_CNM/s320/casket6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359193077774014130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins along with Lance &amp;amp; Kyle (Savannah's brothers) remembering the good times.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-uL5JLQOI/AAAAAAAAALs/33Ujxlfy1s4/s1600-h/family6.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/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-uL5JLQOI/AAAAAAAAALs/33Ujxlfy1s4/s320/family6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359193600935280866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie, Savannah's older sister.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-tt8p955I/AAAAAAAAALU/-PXy5FwMhvw/s1600-h/katie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-tt8p955I/AAAAAAAAALU/-PXy5FwMhvw/s320/katie3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359193086482048914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah, Savannah's oldest sister.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-uK7e-BzI/AAAAAAAAALc/LD3uh7y7s58/s1600-h/leah5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-uK7e-BzI/AAAAAAAAALc/LD3uh7y7s58/s320/leah5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359193584383690546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers that were on her casket.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-ttvfC6vI/AAAAAAAAALE/vSdBrxWH3QY/s1600-h/flowers6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-ttvfC6vI/AAAAAAAAALE/vSdBrxWH3QY/s320/flowers6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359193082946579186" border="0" /&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/921117736229354338-3727891664468246295?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/3727891664468246295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-but-not-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/3727891664468246295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/3727891664468246295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-but-not-forgotten.html' title='Lost but not Forgotten'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sl-ttJiWtXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_oUvCFrTZcY/s72-c/beautiful+day3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-4150547773638859649</id><published>2009-06-23T13:50:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:31:37.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>So I was going through my old pictures and came across some old videos. These are great. This one is of my nephew Ben when he was younger &amp;amp; Andrew is the one laughing &amp;amp; jumping on the right side. Oh the joys of boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-82be8df5da9e94a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D082be8df5da9e94a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330280720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7660B4C57F614C2821B8E11975C8825F7D94C50A.534AA00E12DF6970A0E1759C85E2015759EEB7F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82be8df5da9e94a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Drhfiki9QG8mgto1MYPAH3_D4FZQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D082be8df5da9e94a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330280720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7660B4C57F614C2821B8E11975C8825F7D94C50A.534AA00E12DF6970A0E1759C85E2015759EEB7F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82be8df5da9e94a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Drhfiki9QG8mgto1MYPAH3_D4FZQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; This next one was on a camping trip with the family &amp;amp; my mom bought some different kind of Doritos because the Doritos guy said they were really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9bcd9d05fd1f6ed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D09bcd9d05fd1f6ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330280720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BBF8B5A7381BEE1797F83EA13796330C8B0ABD9.11F830DB81D3B752F1931B83926BCB42F761E2AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9bcd9d05fd1f6ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsGRmC9Ay9FXLjTxlAXG47AZV3LI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D09bcd9d05fd1f6ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330280720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BBF8B5A7381BEE1797F83EA13796330C8B0ABD9.11F830DB81D3B752F1931B83926BCB42F761E2AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9bcd9d05fd1f6ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsGRmC9Ay9FXLjTxlAXG47AZV3LI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;And this last one is Mike, my brother in law with Ben laughing! It just makes you laugh too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3e09489e62a103cf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e09489e62a103cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330280720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B281984F1CA7C7F96ABCABD179DCD586D7AFF27.11E3FCAFBA69E0E2A5BC3E4271A2C48696CAF459%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e09489e62a103cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6buDgDfKxiQJRl6CluEicjGS4yQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e09489e62a103cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330280720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B281984F1CA7C7F96ABCABD179DCD586D7AFF27.11E3FCAFBA69E0E2A5BC3E4271A2C48696CAF459%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e09489e62a103cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6buDgDfKxiQJRl6CluEicjGS4yQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;ENJOY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-4150547773638859649?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3e09489e62a103cf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=82be8df5da9e94a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9bcd9d05fd1f6ed&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/4150547773638859649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-times.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4150547773638859649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4150547773638859649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-6513506301175801323</id><published>2009-06-23T13:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:50:29.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>I just got this good paying job yes, as a telemarketer. But I work with all Mormons, the people that own the company are Mormon &amp;amp; the guys I work with are all return missionaries and good guys. I've been there for a week now &amp;amp; I love it! It's not a hard job at all I call people &amp;amp; talk on the phone. Last week I interviewed for a photography studio and they offered me the job. I'm not sure I want to take it. The pay is a lot less than what I'm getting now &amp;amp; I would be working 10-15 hours a week until they start getting busy for Christmas in October. They want someone to be flexible. I don't know what to do. I can't work just that job but I asked them to work with me, because I won't have a set schedule like I have at this job now. I want to take pictures but lately I've not been wanting to work in a studio again. I did that for 5 almost 6 years &amp;amp; I just don't know what to do. I have been taking pictures on the side going to people's houses &amp;amp; taking pictures of their kids in their environment. But I just don't know what to do. Any help would be greatly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-6513506301175801323?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/6513506301175801323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/06/confused.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/6513506301175801323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/6513506301175801323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/06/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-3242170808407599882</id><published>2009-06-10T23:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:02:40.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Warren Boys</title><content type='html'>My life now consists of looking for a job, eating, sleeping, &amp;amp; taking pictures along the way. Technically not in that order but pretty close. I just had the opportunity to go to one of my friend's client's house to take pictures of her little boys. This is the second time that I've gone to the person's house to photographic their kids. I think that it is easier because they seem to be more comfortable in a familiar environment. I just take whatever props I need &amp;amp; my camera. I used natural lighting for my pictures. This session of Ann's boys almost didn't happen this day but we went ahead &amp;amp; tried. She was amazed at what came out. The boys are adorable Cole was your typical 4 yr old where he loves the camera, well he loves the attention. Ethan warmed up to me, he being 21 months was very mellow. And Luke at 6 weeks he was very good. This first picture he was sleeping and decided to stretch... What can I say ADORABLE!! I can't wait to go back &amp;amp; take their family pictures in the fall!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCqV5LzuJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZRZ1jaIGpeA/s1600-h/Luke1.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/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCqV5LzuJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZRZ1jaIGpeA/s320/Luke1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345960050793101458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCqWKaSHQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1xnNwCsesQE/s1600-h/Cole1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCqWKaSHQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1xnNwCsesQE/s320/Cole1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345960055417216258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCqWYiQuMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yEtBCHhcsWs/s1600-h/Ethan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCqWYiQuMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yEtBCHhcsWs/s320/Ethan4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345960059208775874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCqWrgx9TI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/T4zwfHaxrig/s1600-h/brothers2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCqWrgx9TI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/T4zwfHaxrig/s320/brothers2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345960064302839090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCqW754J-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/-7UKaHAEzMg/s1600-h/brothers3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCqW754J-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/-7UKaHAEzMg/s320/brothers3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345960068703070178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCrDbfsDbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eQsgHawnR7Y/s1600-h/Ethan+%26+Cole2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCrDbfsDbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eQsgHawnR7Y/s320/Ethan+%26+Cole2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345960833097403826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCrDqTJ-aI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/j3mAY5-Y5uQ/s1600-h/Ethan+%26+Cole3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCrDqTJ-aI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/j3mAY5-Y5uQ/s320/Ethan+%26+Cole3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345960837071370658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCrEiX35rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AqnxQUzNB_g/s1600-h/Luke4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCrEiX35rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AqnxQUzNB_g/s320/Luke4-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345960852123543218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCrEfbplXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/O6PPQdPruHk/s1600-h/Luke8.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/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCrEfbplXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/O6PPQdPruHk/s320/Luke8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345960851334075762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCrD7GkTgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Y3C-7UZt_f0/s1600-h/feet1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCrD7GkTgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Y3C-7UZt_f0/s320/feet1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345960841581972994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also really excited to take my sister's family pictures. My nephews are so amazing! We need some good pictures to show how cute &amp;amp; smart they are. You'll get to see them soon! (hopefully) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-3242170808407599882?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/3242170808407599882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/06/warren-boys.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/3242170808407599882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/3242170808407599882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/06/warren-boys.html' title='The Warren Boys'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SjCqV5LzuJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZRZ1jaIGpeA/s72-c/Luke1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-7594488938344530429</id><published>2009-05-22T16:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:55:32.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Around Us!</title><content type='html'>The other day I was out taking pictures of my brother &amp;amp; his family. We were down by old Gilbert and the buildings walking, looking for places and opportunities to take pictures. As I was walking I looked up and saw the sky it was a beautiful day &amp;amp; I just had to take a picture. Clayton had stopped and looked at me not know I stopped, I then said I was sorry I had to take a picture. He told me not to worry about it, the reason we were out there was to take pictures (of his family). The family pictures turned out better than I thought they would and the one that I took of the sky!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc6AYT_PzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s0kG1Uav9jE/s1600-h/stairs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc6AYT_PzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s0kG1Uav9jE/s320/stairs1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338799661471711026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc6nydFa8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dhu0vM6nPfE/s1600-h/wall5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc6nydFa8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dhu0vM6nPfE/s320/wall5-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338800338504084418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc6n6bpe7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/HgWRuMRVCiw/s1600-h/daddy+%26+quinton2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc6n6bpe7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/HgWRuMRVCiw/s320/daddy+%26+quinton2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338800340645542834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc6ATF-SrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jbcpX_kVddk/s1600-h/mommy+%26+quinton8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc6ATF-SrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jbcpX_kVddk/s320/mommy+%26+quinton8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338799660070750898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc6AFPDM1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/xx2qA0J4h-0/s1600-h/mommy+%26+quinton3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc6AFPDM1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/xx2qA0J4h-0/s320/mommy+%26+quinton3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338799656350724946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc7ROiKwrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/K6MFtX_FVoQ/s1600-h/caleb+%26+mommy6.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/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc7ROiKwrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/K6MFtX_FVoQ/s320/caleb+%26+mommy6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338801050416235186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc5_2ukZ2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/-pOFFQLxTCM/s1600-h/caleb+%26+daddy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc5_2ukZ2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/-pOFFQLxTCM/s320/caleb+%26+daddy5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338799652456392546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc5_rRsbbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/0SYX2hYrCCI/s1600-h/caleb9-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc5_rRsbbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/0SYX2hYrCCI/s320/caleb9-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338799649382493618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc6no18SRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/AzKwbrW4YGk/s1600-h/sunset.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/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc6no18SRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/AzKwbrW4YGk/s320/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338800335923988754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess even when you are going through your day remember to enjoy the beauty around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-7594488938344530429?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/7594488938344530429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty-around-us.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/7594488938344530429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/7594488938344530429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty-around-us.html' title='Beauty Around Us!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Shc6AYT_PzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s0kG1Uav9jE/s72-c/stairs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-334958830177762592</id><published>2009-05-18T22:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:09:49.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinton!!</title><content type='html'>So my brother Clayton &amp;amp; his family is in town for Zach's graduation. I love having them here! When I woke up this morning I decided to take some pictures of my new nephew Quinton. And here are a couple... he's adorable! Sorry Eva I had too! He's just so darn cute!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/ShI-dCp7mmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ELynoPVUYkM/s1600-h/naked1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/ShI-dCp7mmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ELynoPVUYkM/s320/naked1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337397177037331042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/ShI-dVikL7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yNOLZycy-qc/s1600-h/smiley4-1.jpg"&gt;I love his rolls!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/ShI-dVikL7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yNOLZycy-qc/s320/smiley4-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337397182106709938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/ShI-dXOZRrI/AAAAAAAAAII/9boOzb7A6Bc/s1600-h/smiley1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/ShI-dXOZRrI/AAAAAAAAAII/9boOzb7A6Bc/s320/smiley1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337397182558979762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/ShI-dQkRhFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dMjAXeGRjqM/s1600-h/sleepy2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/ShI-dQkRhFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dMjAXeGRjqM/s320/sleepy2-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337397180771697746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/ShI-c9aQr3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/scgtb77hEX8/s1600-h/comfy+daddy3-1.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/_7iteBFcEyNo/ShI-c9aQr3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/scgtb77hEX8/s320/comfy+daddy3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337397175629426546" 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/921117736229354338-334958830177762592?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/334958830177762592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/05/quinton.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/334958830177762592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/334958830177762592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/05/quinton.html' title='Quinton!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/ShI-dCp7mmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ELynoPVUYkM/s72-c/naked1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-3833587084652868269</id><published>2009-04-30T13:49:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:12:31.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolverine Premiere</title><content type='html'>So I went to the Wolverine Premiere in Tempe! It was amazing and I was right up in the front with some of my friends! The weather was even nice, not 120 degrees which I loved. Like I said we were right up front so here are some pictures! PS the movie was amazing! When you see it watch it till the end of the credits.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoRj8oU2_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nOecPdasA8U/s1600-h/thegirls3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoRj8oU2_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nOecPdasA8U/s320/thegirls3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330592418214763506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Heather &amp;amp; Cyndl waiting for the stars to show up. Holy crap I glow in this picture.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoQr-YvgjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/H1K5KM44tjQ/s1600-h/H%26S1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoQr-YvgjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/H1K5KM44tjQ/s320/H%26S1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330591456613597746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heather &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoRjrFYm8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/IwGL1zXyrVY/s1600-h/theboys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoRjrFYm8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/IwGL1zXyrVY/s320/theboys1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330592413504805826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys that helped us and stood in line &amp;amp; were amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoQrkr5CVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Q6AK2370gWo/s1600-h/S%26C2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoQrkr5CVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Q6AK2370gWo/s320/S%26C2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330591449714592082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Cyndl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoRjgYPiTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_l9gMKU4Gfw/s1600-h/The+Cast6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoRjgYPiTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_l9gMKU4Gfw/s320/The+Cast6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330592410631113010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cast!! I told you we were up close!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoRkGrxCgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-bF0RGLlRi0/s1600-h/Hugh+%26+Ryan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoRkGrxCgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-bF0RGLlRi0/s320/Hugh+%26+Ryan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330592420913547778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hugh Jackman &amp;amp; Ryan Reynolds&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoQsYDt_VI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yalDpBdCZ90/s1600-h/Ryan6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoQsYDt_VI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yalDpBdCZ90/s320/Ryan6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330591463504739666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan Reynolds... love the eyebrow raise!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoQsQt53RI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6dh88yLsSL4/s1600-h/Wolverine+Parking2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoQsQt53RI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6dh88yLsSL4/s320/Wolverine+Parking2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330591461534194962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He now has his own parking spot!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoTw56JGOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DbkSl0jP-94/s1600-h/Liev3.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/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoTw56JGOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DbkSl0jP-94/s320/Liev3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330594839845738722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liev Schreiber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/921117736229354338-3833587084652868269?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/3833587084652868269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/04/wolverine-premiere.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/3833587084652868269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/3833587084652868269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/04/wolverine-premiere.html' title='Wolverine Premiere'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SfoRj8oU2_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nOecPdasA8U/s72-c/thegirls3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-5394986134385211643</id><published>2009-04-16T20:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:49:29.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Oh how much I miss it!! I'm excited that I got to take some the other day my friend Vanessa had a baby girl a week ago so I got to go to her house &amp;amp; take pictures. It was exciting because I have 4 nephews so whenever I can do something girlie I'm all for it! I'm going to put up some recent pics for my portfolio and if you want to see other pics of Tilly (the newborn) just look at Nessa's blog! Okay here we go:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef5g-WOLPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WGdeQcB9hQg/s1600-h/boas10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef5g-WOLPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WGdeQcB9hQg/s320/boas10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325499429276232946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef7h64ndPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xKr7Dti7QVY/s1600-h/purple7.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/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef7h64ndPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xKr7Dti7QVY/s320/purple7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325501644549879026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef5hB-XhaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZfwvNywyYZE/s1600-h/mom+%26+me11.jpg"&gt;I absolutely love this picture!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef5hB-XhaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZfwvNywyYZE/s320/mom+%26+me11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325499430249924002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef8J_OSLOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uqbQUsKUujE/s1600-h/pinkblanket7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef8J_OSLOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uqbQUsKUujE/s320/pinkblanket7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325502332909268194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef6pWWhjjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Wcz4PCvYsi0/s1600-h/DSC_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef6pWWhjjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Wcz4PCvYsi0/s320/DSC_0458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325500672670535218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are for my friend Courtney's salon in Oregon called Wicked Pixie!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef5hjFTmGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Fh0OIT-uHmY/s1600-h/DSC_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef5hjFTmGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Fh0OIT-uHmY/s320/DSC_0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325499439137396834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef6pteOQsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/03FU_dhL0VA/s1600-h/DSC_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef6pteOQsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/03FU_dhL0VA/s320/DSC_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325500678876840642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef6p3CnJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/CAv8IAumflo/s1600-h/DSC_0523.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/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef6p3CnJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/CAv8IAumflo/s320/DSC_0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325500681445386146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef6qHFqCaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/i7TDTZ4k-_8/s1600-h/DSC_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef6qHFqCaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/i7TDTZ4k-_8/s320/DSC_0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325500685753125282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef6qZCdoEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ptY8_zO8V8s/s1600-h/DSC_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef6qZCdoEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ptY8_zO8V8s/s320/DSC_0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325500690571567170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/921117736229354338-5394986134385211643?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/5394986134385211643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/5394986134385211643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/5394986134385211643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sef5g-WOLPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WGdeQcB9hQg/s72-c/boas10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-7605888386771295339</id><published>2009-04-07T13:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:41:12.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Pageant! ...and other things</title><content type='html'>Last week was the first week of the Easter Pageant. It was an amazing week! The spirit is so strong there! The week started out a little frustrating I had asked to take Tuesday off &amp;amp; not work nights which I didn't think would be a problem since the month before I was working 6am to 2pm. When I had gotten the schedule for that week I was working all night shifts and I didn't have Tuesday off! I asked to see if I could switch with someone for Tuesday &amp;amp; they said don't come in, they would be fine. Later that night I got a call from work telling me to call them when the Easter Pageant was over and that I was off the schedule for this week. Of course me being as emotional as I am ALWAYS, (you would like I would be pregnant) :p I burst into tears. I didn't know what to do I was angry and confused. I was crying in my room texting a friend when he called me &amp;amp; told me that everything would be okay. And that Satan is the one that's doing this, he doesn't want you to go help out @ the Easter Pageant. Ross told me that the best thing to do is pray about it &amp;amp; read my scriptures and that is what I'm supposed to be doing. Things will work out. He did make me feel better. So I read my scriptures and prayer and felt a lot better. And that was just Monday.&lt;br /&gt;            Tuesday was the first day of the Easter Pageant and I felt good being there. Every night they have a devotional before it starts and even though the director takes up most the time talking about things to change and what not, there is still a wonderful spirit there. As Pageant Warriors we sit up in the choir loft, to see all the cast come together as one every night is quite an experience in and of itself. Things were getting better &amp;amp; exciting as the week went on. Wednesday it was windy so the warriors got to go up on stage &amp;amp; hold the curtains. To witness the pageant from that point of view is amazing. Standing on the sidelines quite &amp;amp; just observing was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;            My favorite part of the Easter Pageant has always been when Christ appears after being resurrected. Being off to the side behind the curtain I didn't see when he appeared to Mary Magdaline but when he appeared to the apostles. The spirit was so overwhelming of course I burst into tears and I couldn't wipe them due to me holding the curtain still. Another time Jesus walked by me, when I didn't know he was going to walk by and the spirit he carries or the spirit around him is amazing! I think there is about 6 guys who play Christ and each one of them is amazing. Friday night it was really windy and I got to hold the main curtain along with 9 other people. I was even at the opening with Ashley Hathcock and to experience the pageant in a different perspective is just amazing. It was a tough job holding the curtain but we were the only ones helping out, some of the back stage crew were lying on the ground holding the plants so they wouldn't blow away (this was during the Adam &amp;amp; Eve scene). Everyone is just so willing to help out in any way they can.&lt;br /&gt;            This time during my favorite part I was on the other side of the stage &amp;amp; in front so when Christ appeared he wasn't 20 feet away from me. When Christ appeared I was still overwhelmed with the spirit but what really got me was the look on the apostles faces, realizing that Christ was alive! I can't wait for that day! Oh another thing which I think is amazing, after the final supper they ask the cast to not talk unless they are on the stage doing their parts. They ask them to keep a reverence so that the spirit can be even stronger. I noticed right before the scene of the last supper all the apostles gather together in a huddle, put their arms around each other, and say a prayer. I think to get into the state of mind &amp;amp; spirit of what they are about to do and they do it ever night. I'm so grateful for the Easter Pageant &amp;amp; having a temple so close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SdvEBqBRRGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dXrk9Fb1HQQ/s1600-h/CIMG2660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SdvEBqBRRGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dXrk9Fb1HQQ/s200/CIMG2660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322062917406901346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       This week is going to be amazing I can feel it. I am not going to let Satan get to me. I am going to try my hardest to think positive and remember Him and that He is in control. Since I found out Friday that I was fired from work. I picked up my last check &amp;amp; turned in my key. But by putting Him in charge and having faith in him I already have an interview for a good job working with LDS doctors. I love this time of year with everything starting to bloom and becoming closer and closer to the Savior. It's just so wonderful things run a lot more smoothly with Him in it. I'm greatful for all that He did for me. I'm reading a book right now called "When the Bough Breaks" by Kay Lynn Magnum it's definitly something that I can relate to right now. Me not being in the same situation as her but feeling like your prayers aren't being answer and not feeling like He is there sometimes. And read a passage in the book I need to share with you about the atonement:&lt;br /&gt;   "You know, Rachel, no one in the world has gone through what you have. Everything about you and your situation makes it unique. That's why Christ is the only one who can help you get through this or any of your trials. He experienced the exact trials and the exact pain you're going through when He was in Gethsemane, in the exact way you're experiencing it and going through it every day. You don't have to explain why and how you hurt to Him. He already knows. That's why He's the one who knows how to heal and comfort you, if you'll go to Him for help. And that's why understanding and using Christ's Atonement can help so much."&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I read that it made so much sence to me. That's why He did it for us because He loves us and we can go to Him whenever we can. He will always make things better. And of course I marked it in the book. There was some other stuff in this book that is exactly what I needed to hear/read at this time in my life. Okay I think I've written enough I'm sorry it's a little long. I just know that when we turn to Him everything will work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-7605888386771295339?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/7605888386771295339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-pageant-and-other-things.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/7605888386771295339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/7605888386771295339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-pageant-and-other-things.html' title='Easter Pageant! ...and other things'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SdvEBqBRRGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dXrk9Fb1HQQ/s72-c/CIMG2660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-304862679848028131</id><published>2009-03-27T20:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:19:42.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sc2gQbS4fYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/z3kGvH4hFtE/s1600-h/3-29-08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sc2gQbS4fYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/z3kGvH4hFtE/s320/3-29-08+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318082939059731842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry it's been a long time since I've last written. A lot has been going on with me, work and Life. Tomorrow will be one year since my best friend &amp;amp; I got into a bad car accident. It was a night that we wanted to forget but couldn't and will never forget. We did some really stupid things and we will live with the consequences. Rachel breaking her femur &amp;amp; having a rod in her leg. I didn't get hurt that bad but living with the fact that I could have said no &amp;amp; not gotten in the car is worse enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then a lot has happened and I have come to know who my true friends are. And that my family will be there no matter what I do, even if I hurt them. The one person I have come to know more &amp;amp; know He will always be there is our Savior Jesus Christ. Easter is just around the corner &amp;amp; I'm getting more and more excited to be able to be around loved ones to share my testimony with them. Just the other day Rachel's mom said that she wanted to go see the Easter Pageant this year. And when I told her I was helping out with it she got even more excited which in turn made me excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little nervous about what's to happen tomorrow if Matt will try to contact Rachel again or what. He is roaming around free when he shouldn't be. There is a bench warrant out for his arrest. And he isn't supposed to make contact with any of us. It will be an interesting day &amp;amp; if I see you, you will know why I will be a little antsy. I want to thank all my friends and family that have been a strength to me. Thank You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-304862679848028131?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/304862679848028131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/304862679848028131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/304862679848028131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/Sc2gQbS4fYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/z3kGvH4hFtE/s72-c/3-29-08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-6997151966163753327</id><published>2009-03-16T16:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:29:29.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so exciting!</title><content type='html'>I answered 304 calls today in an 8 hour period!! It was really busy today. And that was just me alone there were 5 other people working with me too! So the Easter Pageant is just around the corner and I am so excited about it! I am going to be a Pageant Warrior... the ones that help with everything back stage &amp;amp; help setting up &amp;amp; all that fun stuff. I'm way excited I think this will be a great opportunity. My friend &amp;amp; VT companion told me about it and asked me if I wanted to help. And since I'm working 6 AM to 2 usually I figured why not. I told work today and they said that would be fine. I'm know I keep saying I'm excited about it but I really am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-6997151966163753327?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/6997151966163753327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-so-exciting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/6997151966163753327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/6997151966163753327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-so-exciting.html' title='It&apos;s so exciting!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-7221335713937469121</id><published>2009-03-13T19:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:43:17.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark or Light?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SbsZb8ALS5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gyOPz28QObg/s1600-h/dark+hair5.jpg"&gt;I recently just darkened my hair. I love it! It makes me feel I don't know what's the word... ALIVE! I have had brown before but not like this. My friend Courtney is my hair stylist &amp;amp; decided to go darker on top. Let me know what you think. Oh and my friend Nessa took the pictures of me. I'm always a little skeptical about getting my picture taken. I surprisingly liked quite a few of them. P.S. I really like the brown!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SbsZbzyidmI/AAAAAAAAADw/NPqIGwtEzqg/s1600-h/darkhair9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SbsZbzyidmI/AAAAAAAAADw/NPqIGwtEzqg/s320/darkhair9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312868150962976354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SbsZbgp8Y8I/AAAAAAAAADo/TWCFVKEfTQI/s1600-h/dark+hair4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SbsZbgp8Y8I/AAAAAAAAADo/TWCFVKEfTQI/s320/dark+hair4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312868145826653122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SbsZboqcenI/AAAAAAAAADg/yPUtvGf25fU/s1600-h/darkhair7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SbsZboqcenI/AAAAAAAAADg/yPUtvGf25fU/s320/darkhair7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312868147976239730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SbsZbVlZsyI/AAAAAAAAADY/RCHAHRvDkNU/s1600-h/dark+hair1.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/_7iteBFcEyNo/SbsZbVlZsyI/AAAAAAAAADY/RCHAHRvDkNU/s320/dark+hair1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312868142854812450" 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/921117736229354338-7221335713937469121?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/7221335713937469121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/03/dark-or-light.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/7221335713937469121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/7221335713937469121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/03/dark-or-light.html' title='Dark or Light?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SbsZbzyidmI/AAAAAAAAADw/NPqIGwtEzqg/s72-c/darkhair9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-936884721648962733</id><published>2009-02-25T16:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:49:39.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>API Adventures!</title><content type='html'>Okay funny/cool things that have happened at work the past week.&lt;br /&gt;*I got to talk to a Dr Eric from Norway! Yeah he was calling one of our doctors and I connected him with her. He actually had to call twice &amp;amp; I talked to him both times.&lt;br /&gt;*I had a guy call from London, England calling ICS Investigations wanting to make sure this guy from a dating website was who he really said he was.&lt;br /&gt;*One lady called lets call her "Kathy" &amp;amp; she told me that she was playing phone tag with "Penny". After I took Kathy's name &amp;amp; number she said, Tell Penny she's it now!  That was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;*We got a new account at work for the circus, we are like the ticket counter, online of course, kinda like ticketmasters. Anyways work calls it the Clown Account. Which I don't like the sound of that because I HATE clowns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of at the moment.  More too come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-936884721648962733?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/936884721648962733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/02/api-adventures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/936884721648962733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/936884721648962733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/02/api-adventures.html' title='API Adventures!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-4966352585538934263</id><published>2009-02-19T12:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:36:32.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw on one of my friend's blogs that she kinda did an about me using pictures so I figured this should be fun. Well here goes...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2yym7SHlI/AAAAAAAAADI/1PuKIjJvtY0/s1600-h/Caleb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2yym7SHlI/AAAAAAAAADI/1PuKIjJvtY0/s320/Caleb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304592518624714322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2yym7SHlI/AAAAAAAAADI/1PuKIjJvtY0/s1600-h/Caleb.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to take pictures, especially of little kids! Here is Eva &amp;amp; Caleb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2yyHFMorI/AAAAAAAAADA/1Sht5XH4fYA/s1600-h/0113092102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2yyHFMorI/AAAAAAAAADA/1Sht5XH4fYA/s320/0113092102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304592510076363442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2yyHFMorI/AAAAAAAAADA/1Sht5XH4fYA/s1600-h/0113092102.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is my favorite kind of ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2yvfOX8gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mWhTPibF2To/s1600-h/D3S_2078-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2yvfOX8gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mWhTPibF2To/s320/D3S_2078-600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304592465017696770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2yvfOX8gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mWhTPibF2To/s1600-h/D3S_2078-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I always have a camera on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2yva5wGZI/AAAAAAAAACw/sptNzF29hBw/s1600-h/0110091121.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/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2yva5wGZI/AAAAAAAAACw/sptNzF29hBw/s320/0110091121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304592463857457554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2yva5wGZI/AAAAAAAAACw/sptNzF29hBw/s1600-h/0110091121.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is my best friend, Rachel, we have been through a lot together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xvvVzFJI/AAAAAAAAACo/gdzF026UHIc/s1600-h/cp1_0103092051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xvvVzFJI/AAAAAAAAACo/gdzF026UHIc/s320/cp1_0103092051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304591369832174738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xvvVzFJI/AAAAAAAAACo/gdzF026UHIc/s1600-h/cp1_0103092051.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I love to play cards &amp;amp; always have a deck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xvsaizuI/AAAAAAAAACg/ljHeITliGME/s1600-h/1019081643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xvsaizuI/AAAAAAAAACg/ljHeITliGME/s320/1019081643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304591369046773474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xvsaizuI/AAAAAAAAACg/ljHeITliGME/s1600-h/1019081643.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I can't wait to go through the temple. Hopefully soon!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xvsaizuI/AAAAAAAAACg/ljHeITliGME/s1600-h/1019081643.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And I can't wait to get married there, which will be awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xu2zgUcI/AAAAAAAAACY/2YVivDK_W7E/s1600-h/F1.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/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xu2zgUcI/AAAAAAAAACY/2YVivDK_W7E/s320/F1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304591354655953346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xu2zgUcI/AAAAAAAAACY/2YVivDK_W7E/s1600-h/F1.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I love doing things with my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xuVZPSrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iniD-LtU2zI/s1600-h/Andrew+%26+Ben2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xuVZPSrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iniD-LtU2zI/s320/Andrew+%26+Ben2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304591345687415474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xuVZPSrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iniD-LtU2zI/s1600-h/Andrew+%26+Ben2.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I love my nephews!! Ben &amp;amp; Andrew &amp;amp; Caleb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xttbm1cI/AAAAAAAAACI/DRvV5vTxczU/s1600-h/TopGun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xttbm1cI/AAAAAAAAACI/DRvV5vTxczU/s320/TopGun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304591334959928770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2xttbm1cI/AAAAAAAAACI/DRvV5vTxczU/s1600-h/TopGun.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is one of my all time favorite movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's just a little bit about me. You will find out more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-4966352585538934263?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/4966352585538934263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-saw-on-one-of-my-friends-blogs-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4966352585538934263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4966352585538934263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-saw-on-one-of-my-friends-blogs-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2yym7SHlI/AAAAAAAAADI/1PuKIjJvtY0/s72-c/Caleb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-2329210381597903587</id><published>2009-02-19T11:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:07:10.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>So between working at API and sleeping I still do take pictures! Mostly of the sky &amp;amp; the beautiful weather we have been getting. But recently I have come across some old pictures that I want to share with you, ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2sNmdboiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2VKk7KkwE1c/s1600-h/Paris3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2sNmdboiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2VKk7KkwE1c/s320/Paris3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304585285774582306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Eiffel Tower on the Vegas Strip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2sNSaBZJI/AAAAAAAAABw/GbUCrBj4AAQ/s1600-h/sunday+2-1-09+-+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2sNSaBZJI/AAAAAAAAABw/GbUCrBj4AAQ/s320/sunday+2-1-09+-+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304585280391570578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There was a big storm a couple weeks ago, this was the Sunday after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2sNNRHPGI/AAAAAAAAABo/1fvUVmapZx4/s1600-h/sunday+2-1-09+-+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2sNNRHPGI/AAAAAAAAABo/1fvUVmapZx4/s320/sunday+2-1-09+-+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304585279012027490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is another angle from that Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2sMnrYyGI/AAAAAAAAABg/VPZFOEY3Bx4/s1600-h/Scan_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2sMnrYyGI/AAAAAAAAABg/VPZFOEY3Bx4/s320/Scan_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304585268921682018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I made a pin hole camera my senior yr in high school, there was a light leak in it. That would be the black streak in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2sMbdBtoI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZhJmGGPMCN4/s1600-h/Scan_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2sMbdBtoI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZhJmGGPMCN4/s320/Scan_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304585265640224386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play the piano!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-2329210381597903587?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/2329210381597903587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2329210381597903587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/2329210381597903587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iteBFcEyNo/SZ2sNmdboiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2VKk7KkwE1c/s72-c/Paris3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-4215975081245264166</id><published>2009-02-14T01:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:30:52.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>API</title><content type='html'>So it's always an interesting day at work. Okay first I work API, a professional image, and I basically answer phones and take messages. Most of the companies we take messages for are hospitals and doctor offices. So here are some funny things that I have had calls for.&lt;br /&gt;* "I'm pretty sure my daughter swallowed a AAA battery."&lt;br /&gt;* "My child swallowed a decorative marble, kinda like a peanut M&amp;amp;M but without the peanut."&lt;br /&gt;* "I'm in the tennis courts at my apartment complex and the key isn't working. I'm locked inside and my kids are with me."&lt;br /&gt;* "My son just swallowed a quarter."&lt;br /&gt;* "One of our employees ran into the HR building."&lt;br /&gt;* One male nurse said, "Man! I keep losing pens!" I started laughing, he said "Oh did you just hear that I'm sorry." And then he started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;* Baby boy was 9 lbs 14.7 0z!! Holy big baby!!&lt;br /&gt;* Some guy called in to leave a message for a girl and left his name as Fireman Mark! (I would love for Fireman Mark to call me) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I have for now. Pretty interesting eh? More to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-4215975081245264166?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/4215975081245264166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/02/api.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4215975081245264166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/4215975081245264166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/02/api.html' title='API'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921117736229354338.post-6741868139877574091</id><published>2009-02-12T23:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:46:51.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just me!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! So almost everyone I know has their own blog, which is really cool. Where I get to see how they are doing and catch up with them. So I decided that I should make of for myself. I'm just warning you it might not be that exciting because I'm not married, don't have any kids, or is dating anyone. If you get bored I'm sorry. But I have a pretty interesting job right now where I'm pretty sure we will get some laughs from. Oh &amp;amp; sorry it's not cute yet it will be soon. To for warn you I LOVE pictures! And will be posting a lot of them! So I hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921117736229354338-6741868139877574091?l=sarahjoye4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/feeds/6741868139877574091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-just-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/6741868139877574091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921117736229354338/posts/default/6741868139877574091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahjoye4.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-just-me.html' title='It&apos;s just me!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644668084122696447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2du1r1FGN4Q/TnVAjPX_e0I/AAAAAAAABOU/vCdzUh1DVCg/s220/DSC_0303.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
