<?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-10138242</id><updated>2011-08-07T03:04:35.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah_String</title><subtitle type='html'>Here by not-so-popular demand...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-115292413436328135</id><published>2006-07-14T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:42:14.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another nutty day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Holy $#!* was today a nutty one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just wanted to jump out of my skin. Between rowdy co-workers and the flood in my office, today was easily one of the most intense I have had in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It all began this morning -- When my alarm went off. I should have known when my day started like this, that I had &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; coming to me. Mike hit the snooze button on his way out (he had to be at work at 7 a.m. so I konked back out. for a &lt;u&gt;full hour&lt;/u&gt;. When I finally woke up, I freaked. I jumped out of bed and was ready (clothed, brushed, contact'd and downstairs in 8 minutes. My heart was pounding out of my body in a type of force that I never want to feel again. Did I forget something? Is the dog back inside? Did I close the garage door? All kinds of things, and then.... San Antonio traffic happened. Bumper to bumper, sea of tail lights, the whole nine. There was nothing I could do. I kept thinking - I have NEVER been late to work (EVER.) It's a terrible feeling. So i tried to retune my brain with a blasted radio (Thanks Shakira, for the duet - we must do that again). So I get to work.. same time I always do. WTF?! All that rushing, and for nothing. Boo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So I walk in, (I am pretty sure that I am sweating, and &lt;em&gt;definately&lt;/em&gt; not the calm, Sarah that I usually am in the morning) and people are taking notice. They can all totall see that I have had an unusual beginning to my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Little did I know at that time however, that this was only the start of what was to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When my co-worker (shes a super fun friend of mine who just happens to work with me), showed up, she was a little on the (this is the best way to say this) 'cooky' side. She proceeded this trend for a few hours, making it hard to concentrate on the job that I had to do. Dont get me wrong here... she is hilarious. I talk to her all the time.. We get along great. But everyone has &lt;em&gt;those days&lt;/em&gt;. She is a blast. And for some reason, she has the ability to bounce back from life like nobody I have ever known. BUT. Trouble just seems to find her. And it always seems to happen to good people. I wish I could erase all of the bad things in her life and give her a new start. She is good people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Moving right along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ate lunch at a reasonable time (finally) and began a MAJOR project for the big boss. I wasn't even 1/3 of the way through. Barely started, in fact.. when he told me that he wanted it by 6pm. (It was 400 by now). Yikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Meanwhile, while sitting in the office (with my cookie 'office-mate') we hear the strangest sound. Water. Lots and lots of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Water was seeping, pouring, gushing..  flowing like Niagra freakin falls.. RIGHT INTO OUR OFFICE!!! Turns out that the hot water heater spring a major leak and it just-so-happens that the water heater is right above us. Good to know, right? Eh, not so much. Everything on her desk was pretty much ruined, including her computer (flatscreen monitor, internet connection, and loads of paperwork). She was not able to work all afternoon. (See, I told you she has bad luck!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So anyhow.. I finished the project, we got the water situation under control (they are coming out to fix it first thing in the morning) and I have the entire weekend off. Mike gets out of work at 7am tomorrow and we are going to spend the whole day in bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Speaking of my wonderful hubby... THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY.... he sent me a roses!! it was just the right touch to my crazy day and it made me feel like he was just &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; for me. He could sense that I was having a bizarro day and just wanted to do something to help. He is the absolute most genuine and amazing person that I have ever met. He is incredible. He knows me inside and out, emotionally and physically. We are the strongest team. We can overcome anything. I love him so incredibly much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All that because of flowers you say? Not entirely -- The thought, the time and energy and passion that he felt when he thought to make the gesture. Wow. True, pure, wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So that's basically all for now.. Weird day.. Good day. Weird day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dinner time folks. Y'all have a fabulous weekend. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(This was a crazy-long update)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-115292413436328135?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/115292413436328135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=115292413436328135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/115292413436328135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/115292413436328135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-nutty-day.html' title='Another nutty day'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-115178542572525894</id><published>2006-07-01T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T13:23:45.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back!! Posting two days in a row? Wow. Go me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're so right Karen.. 14 day is indeed two weeks. I felt like I had been away worlds longer.. and when I am here I haven't really posted anything with substance.. So I feel as though I have let y'all down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lately I have been pulling 50-60 hour weeks at work (not like its an excuse) and have been beat down tired. I sleep when I get home and wake up to work at God-awful hours of the morning. It's a lot of time away from Mike, and I have been trying to spend every second of spare time with him. (Gagging yet?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's amazing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We officially bought the land. We met last week with the people.. signed some stuff and now it's ours. Sweet huh? It's about twenty miles further then where we are now, but it's a beautiful piece of property and now we can start building. Plans are drawn and we've got the builder so we are well on our way to a settled home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am WAY excited to live there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotta go. I am missing everything!! They always do the most fun stuff when I am typing away on here or checking out Myspace-ers... I am such a nerd!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEACE OUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-115178542572525894?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/115178542572525894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=115178542572525894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/115178542572525894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/115178542572525894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-posting-two-days-in-row-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-115141407980557589</id><published>2006-06-27T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T06:14:39.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been over a month since I have written in here. Time flies.. or some random cliche like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have fallen a victim to the addictive world of MySpace.. Yep, this computer inept girl actually joined something popular. And I like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that.. I have just been working working working (as seen in previous posts, it keeps me freakishly busy) I love my job. I love my job. Worth repeating for a third time? Hell yea. I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get back to work!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-115141407980557589?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/115141407980557589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=115141407980557589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/115141407980557589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/115141407980557589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/06/wow-its-been-over-month-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-115024468884491859</id><published>2006-06-13T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T17:24:48.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world, me again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hanging in there. I promised to be better about updating, so here's a teeny bit of whats been going on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That should just about fill you in on my life lately. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I basically wake up at 6 a.m., work til 6 or 6:30 p.m. come home to an already cooked meal (thanks to my amazing hubby) and hit the shower. Shortly after, near 8 or nine, I am in bed. Two seconds after I climb into bed, I am dead to the world. Totally out of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have just been so exhausted lately. All I want to do is sleep!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow will be a big day for me. One of the advisors is going to be in Dallas, Texas all day for training and I will be filling in for him.. I know it'll be fun but WAY chaotic -- it always is when "he" is gone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its all good though.. because at 6 p.m. tomorrow I am &lt;em&gt;officially &lt;/em&gt;on &lt;u&gt;vacation&lt;/u&gt;. Headed to the east coast for the rest of the week. Sleeping til noon hopefully, then tanning til 7...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bedtime, peace out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-115024468884491859?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/115024468884491859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=115024468884491859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/115024468884491859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/115024468884491859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-world-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114943553851944949</id><published>2006-06-04T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T08:42:12.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I stole this story from my sis-in-law, who stole it from someone else, who probably took it from someone else.. because it's hilarious. Guy or girl, you'll get a kick out of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My mother was a fanatic about public restrooms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When I was a little girl, she'd take me into the stall, show me how to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, NEVER sit on a public toilet seat. Then she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That was a long time ago. Now, in my "mature" years, "The Stance" is excruciatingly difficult to maintain.When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter.The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there were one, but there isn't - so you carefully but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course.You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain, her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a firehose that somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;At that point, you give up.You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit (I don't get this part ? I have never done this !) and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You are no longer able to smile politely them.A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. ( Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?". . This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restroom (rest??? you've got to be kidding!!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;May life always give you friends that will hold the bathroom door for you when there's no lock, and "spare a square" when you are in dire need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Headed to the movies.. Have a great weekend y'all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114943553851944949?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114943553851944949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114943553851944949&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114943553851944949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114943553851944949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/06/funny.html' title='Funny.'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114925500060296233</id><published>2006-06-02T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T06:30:00.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey gang!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates.. Things here have been so bizarre lately that I just haven't brought myself to fire up the computer long enough to give y'all anything of substance.. Today may be similar, as I really don't know where to begin.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's start with Mexico.. It was a total and complete &lt;em&gt;blast&lt;/em&gt;. I have &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; had as great of a time in Mexico as I did this past time. It was &lt;em&gt;amazing.&lt;/em&gt; The only thing that could have made it better is if Mike would have been able to go.  Seriously, it was the bes time. ever. I will try to post some pictures as soon as I stop being lazy. Don't get excited though, we didn't take a camera. We only had the water camera that they left for us in the hotel..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being back.. here at work.. things got a little silly.. It's like Mike and I met again, for the first time. Weird how a week apart can really bring you closer together. We are having the best time catching up and being goofy, silly not-so-newlyweds. Gosh is he sexy!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He even played paramedic on me when I was clumsy enough to sprain my right wrist last week at work. He told me what the docs would say -- and he was completely right -- so I followed (both) doc's orders and now I'm feeling 1000% better. Now I don't have to wear that stuuuupid wrist brace thinmg anymore!! Woo hoo!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is Friday. It is almost 8 a.m. and I am already caught up at work with most of my paperwork. I have a few major projects that I can't really touch until at least Monday, so I am forecasting (and will probably regret doing so) that it will be a breezy, laid back day. I think that once the girls get here I will be able to finish my work and maybe even leave early!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I said this already, but it's worth repeating. Today is Friday. Today is Friday. Today is Friday. Coooome on 6 o'clock!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow Mike and I are testing driving cars.. and now that I have the title to my current car (r.i.p. my little zamboni) it's looking like we may be buying tomorrow. I don't want to get my hopes up.. because I really really love my car. I will totally miss it when it's gone completely. Right now, I am loving the great gas mileage, sporty feel, comfortable ride, blah blah blah.. I'll miss it all. It was a great, superb, excellent vehicle. An extension of me perhaps. It grew up with me and went everywhere I did.. I love that car. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess I should get to work. Claire is here now.. Time for hot chocolate and then time for work... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEACE OUT Y'ALL. Thanks for coming back :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114925500060296233?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114925500060296233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114925500060296233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114925500060296233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114925500060296233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-gang-sorry-for-lack-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114919501928497682</id><published>2006-06-01T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:50:19.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISS ME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/monkey%20kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/monkey%20kisses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anybody miss me?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess I'll try to be better about updating..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEACE OUT!&lt;/strong&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/10138242-114919501928497682?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114919501928497682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114919501928497682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114919501928497682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114919501928497682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/06/miss-me.html' title='MISS ME?'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114735256733599881</id><published>2006-05-11T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T06:02:47.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEIGH-IN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so gosh-darn emotional lately. (what a shocker, right?) and I am concerned. This is only the beginning.. it's bound to get worse as things move along -- it's going to be a long year if I can't get myself together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, and partially because my husband can sense when I am not feeling up-to-par, he does things for me that really turn my day around. Take this morning for example.. I didn't see him before he left (which is the case on most mornings when he has to work), but I felt a kiss on my forehead just before he walked out of the bedroom door softly closed behind him. I can still smell his cologne. I feel so close to him. As I continue to hit the snooze button and roll around in bed, I hear the time and freak - so I hobbled to the bathroom with half an eye open to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes folks, he's a keeper. He sticks by me through all my craziness. He is truly my best friend. Hell, he's been my only friend. When times get rough, he's always there with a hand out for me to grab. He's there to laugh with. He loves me with the same genuine passion that I share for him. I never want to lose that feeling. I think about him literally &lt;em&gt;all day long&lt;/em&gt;. He is an amazing person (and hot, to boot!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going to miss him so much next week when I scoot off to Mexico. I know he'll be fine here, but if only he could be going!! We could have an excellent time for sure ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is the big weigh-in.. 19-week weight loss program at work. People have been stuffing their faces trying to gain weight for the weigh in today -- donuts, pizza, tacos.. you name it. They're even planning to eat big today.. the weigh in is at 4pm. They're paying $5 per pound lost to each employee. Yowzers! I'm not in it for the cash prize, but I signed up just the same. Everyone at the business office is laughing that I am even in it. But hey, I'm in it to help. I'm in it to be a team player. And if I lose weight in the process, super. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess that's all for now. Time to get to work. Two more work days 'til VACATION!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i VIVA MEXICO !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114735256733599881?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114735256733599881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114735256733599881&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114735256733599881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114735256733599881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/05/weigh-in.html' title='WEIGH-IN'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114718087020914795</id><published>2006-05-09T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T06:21:10.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off-road event -- Sisterdale, Texas May 7, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/SisterdaleOffroad2006001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/SisterdaleOffroad2006001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt; Sisterdale Safari 2006 has come to an end!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Here are a few pictures of me tearing up the off-road!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/SisterdaleOffroad2006051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is a pic of Ron (my expert driving instructor) and I in a brand spanking new Land Rover LR3. Can you tell we got a bit sloppy? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/SisterdaleOffroad2006019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;It doesn't look so bad from this angle, but trust me.. this hill was a monster! At times, you'd be looking straight down - parallel to the ground! At other times, you had to have complete faith in the spotters because you could look out of your front windshield and only see sky.. then they'd tell you to drive over this 'cliff' which was straight down. I was even dared to do the biggest hill with no brakes!! (Being as stubborn as I am, you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; I did it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/SisterdaleOffroad2006052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is me going up that same hill.. I was haulin' booty!! The girl on the side is bad-ass. She hopped in on the brake-less ride down the hill and laughed and screamed the entire way down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/SisterdaleOffroad2006036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;One area proved to be a little more risky than the others. See, it has been raining [read: hailing pea and golf ball sized hail] for the past few weeks and mud was everwhere!! This guy just bought his &lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;supercharged Rand Rover&lt;/u&gt; and drove all the way from Laredo, Texas to be a part of this event. He loved every minute of it, until his entire front bumper was ripped off by the mud. Eeek. A $90,000 vehicle in the mud - with no bumper... I can hear his wife now, screaming "I told you so!" and she's in Laredo!! Bummer. But at least he had fun. Poor guy. Guess if you need dental work done, or play for a hockey team (he's a dentist and he is the medical trainer for the Laredo Bucks) make the haul down to south Texas and he will hook you up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;That's about it for the event.. I left Sisterdale early (well earlier than all the crazy rowdy partiers) and went home to lay by the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Back at work the very next day, I was dubbed the "off-road queen". Guess I really tore it up out there!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;It was a blast -- the pictures really don't do it justice.. and thanks to my super patient, helpful, awesome off-road driving coach. THANKS RON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tuesday at the office now, and some of the spunkiness has worn off. To add to this, I leave for Mexico one week from today. Here's where we will be staying. Try looking at these pictures and then apply yourself to writing service tickets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/5920_gallery_017_gr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/5920_gallery_006_gr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gosh, I can't stand it. Can it be Friday already?!!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Peace y'all. Have a great week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114718087020914795?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114718087020914795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114718087020914795&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114718087020914795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114718087020914795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/05/off-road-event-sisterdale-texas-may-7.html' title='Off-road event -- Sisterdale, Texas May 7, 2006'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114683267442998289</id><published>2006-05-05T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T05:37:54.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yikes&lt;/u&gt;. What a day yesterday was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Seems like everything.. &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;.. fell apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Things lately are either really good or they all fall to poop and at this very moment I feel like I am waist deep in the latter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am so ready for vacation! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Countdown to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;x&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;u&gt;once dias&lt;/u&gt; (11 days!)......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114683267442998289?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114683267442998289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114683267442998289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114683267442998289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114683267442998289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/05/yikes.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114674554079095193</id><published>2006-05-04T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T05:26:22.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com/glitters.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Check Out Blinkyou.com for thousands of custom glitters and layouts" src="http://image.blinkyou.com/glitter_images/smelllikedoody.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tee hee hee!! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another day in the life of Sarah. I am exhausted and from the looks of things I am going to have a long, hard day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sigh*&lt;/strong&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/10138242-114674554079095193?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114674554079095193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114674554079095193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114674554079095193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114674554079095193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/05/tee-hee-hee-another-day-in-life-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114666013518838870</id><published>2006-05-03T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T05:42:15.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something fishy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ever have one of those feelings... those eerie, creepy feelings that something is about to happen and you can't do anything to stop it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;That's where I am today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Something's going on here at work - I can feel it. It's the whispering and secrets and looks and non-looks that have tipped me off.. and after the day I had yesterday I am worried for some of my co-workers. Really worried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I sure wish that I could shake this feeling, it's making me nervous. Really nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;K8... got your message... just got the invite.. not sure yet whether or not we will be able to make it. When do you need to know by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114666013518838870?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114666013518838870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114666013518838870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114666013518838870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114666013518838870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/05/something-fishy.html' title='Something fishy'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114657334252756427</id><published>2006-05-02T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T05:35:42.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOO-HOOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'M LIVING FOR THE WEEKEND!! It's just too fun to capture in just two days.. I need more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Last night, I came home to a home-cooked meal.. a bed of white rice, green peppers and small potatoes, with a chicken roasted on the top. Talk about YUM. Guess who cooked it... Michael! (Not hubby, his best friend!) He had come over early, before I got out of work and cooked it all up for us! Mike (hubby) was working yesterday and Michael (I assume) wanted company.. I'll take that any night of the week!! It was simply mah-velous dah-ling! Thanks Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;After eating that super awesome meal, I headed upstairs and did the treadmill thing.. for a while -- at least 40 minutes. Then rolled around on the floor doing silly things with my abdominal muscles. Then lunges.. then I was about ready to hit the sack. I was sweaty, tired and... sweaty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;So I bathed :) (You're welcome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Now, this morning, I feel great. I had a hearty meal, a great workout and a decent night's sleep.. I am ready to rock today. Watch out world, here comes Super Sarah!! (  :-P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Guess that's all for now.. Sam gave me a bagel! (Good alternative to the same strawberry Nutri-Grain bar I &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; eat in the morning) -- Thanks Sam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Time to chow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114657334252756427?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114657334252756427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114657334252756427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114657334252756427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114657334252756427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/05/woooo-hoooo.html' title='WOOOO-HOOOO!'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114651024744250617</id><published>2006-05-01T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:06:37.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fiesta San Antonio 2006 has come to a close..... finally. Seems like it lasted longer this year than in years past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;For whatever reason, I wasn't too involved with the festivities this year.. There was a lot going on, don't get me wrong, but having the pool and friends and family coming over, it's hard to tell yourself that anything (fiesta related or not) is good enough to pull you away from those you love. So we celebrated Fiesta by hanging out poolside.. family and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mike had the entire weekend off and it was &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;. It's kind of weird when you think about it, how when we are apart I have grown used to being alone. I know that he will be back in 24 hours and it tends to not bug me as much as it used to. Before, I would think of all of the things that &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; happen to him that would render him unable to come home, for whatever reason. I would make up scenarios in my head that were completely rediculous and keep them on solid repeat until I could see him alive and well at home. Lately though, I guess I know that he will always be there.. I can see him if I need to (at the station) and I know (now) that he will always come back. I love that feeling. No matter where he goes (for work or otherwise) I don't have to worry about him. I know that he will not surround himself with bad people or other dangerous things. He takes excellent care of himself and it helps me to know that he will always be okay. He's a tough guy, with a gentle heart that only a few in the time I've known him have gotten close enough to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know where that came from -- I guess I have been thinking about him a lot lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Especially after being with him essentially all weekend.. I am in Mike-detox........................ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;On the topic of the weekend, my supposed three-day-weekend... Yep, you guessed it.. got called in. Friday was parade day - I was off so that I could help set up, Saturday (the last working day of the month) they wanted me to come in and close everything out.. I was here for two hours more than I thought I would be and it drove me crazy knowing that people were waiting on me back at the house to go to the night parade. All went well though, and I ended up helping the department, so I guess it wasn't all too bad. Sunday we went looking for land (again). Found something that looks &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; promising. Mike is going to call on it today and get some more info. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Talked to my dad today -- he sounds amazing. He really seems to have pulled out of a major slump. Summer (and playoff hockey) is doing him well. I am really really happy for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Guess that's all for now.. I'm going to have to forfeit the good computer soon, and get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have a great day y'all. PEACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114651024744250617?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114651024744250617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114651024744250617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114651024744250617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114651024744250617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/05/monday.html' title='Monday.........'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114617109589580747</id><published>2006-04-27T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:51:35.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3-day weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/TURTLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/TURTLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it's almost over.. and I am off tomorrow.. for the parades.. So you know what that means.. a 3 day weekend!! Woo hoo!! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/10138242-114617109589580747?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114617109589580747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114617109589580747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114617109589580747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114617109589580747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/04/3-day-weekend.html' title='3-day weekend'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114607525688991857</id><published>2006-04-26T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T11:14:16.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>supercala..freaking..bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supercalafrajilisticexpealidocious...............................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't be more bored. and ready to go home. and go to bed. and. and. basically do anything other than sitting on my heinie at work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would even trade this for going home to run on the treadmill. Yes, you read that right. Mike and Mike put the treadmill in the bedroom and I am going to attempt to encorporate a run into my routine.. at least a few times a week. I should be a nice change to add something healthy into my lifestyle.. Guess drinking 2 gallons of water a day didnt make enough of a difference for me to begin to love my body again.. so maybe I'll try the exercise route again. Couldn't hurt, right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts? Comments? Ideas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114607525688991857?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114607525688991857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114607525688991857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114607525688991857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114607525688991857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/04/supercalafreakingbored.html' title='supercala..freaking..bored'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114607157735206741</id><published>2006-04-26T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T11:15:35.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long, lonely day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessir, it's going to be a super long day.. Corina (my super-fun, often boisterous office roomie) is out today -- for the rest of the week in fact.. and the lulls between phone calls and quasi-angry customers are filled with boredom and three minute games of Solitaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's Administrative Professionals' Day (a.k.a. "Secretary's Day") Lunch is on the big boss today.. woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114607157735206741?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114607157735206741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114607157735206741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114607157735206741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114607157735206741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/04/long-lonely-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114597119210058984</id><published>2006-04-25T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T06:23:49.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind closed doors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the absolutely most bizarre person on the planet. Yep, that's me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, for whatever reason, have to pee alone. I just can't take it knowing that someone else can hear it. Weird though, how in public, in front of complete strangers, I can 'whizzilate' for ten minutes straight without a second thought. At home, nuh-uh. Aint happening. I have to be behind closed doors, sometimes even then: nada. I have pee-ing issues. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry babe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What an interesting post, I know.... It's just something I had to say. (its what blogs are for, right?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;P.S. -- I woke up to "achey breaky heart" this morning, and I am not sure that I will be able to fully recover before the day is over. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114597119210058984?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114597119210058984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114597119210058984&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114597119210058984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114597119210058984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/04/behind-closed-doors.html' title='Behind closed doors...'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114562422872913257</id><published>2006-04-21T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T05:57:08.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I woke up to an "I Love You" frog straddling the faucet of my sink this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes, yes. I do &lt;em&gt;indeed&lt;/em&gt; have the best husband in the world. He has noticed that, in the past few days that I have been a bit down.. (I'm sure some of you have noticed as well by my recent blogs--thanks for the comments by the way).. and he just knows how to handle things when I get this way. He knows that things will get better in time and that if we talk about it, it will only last that much longer. So we are in limbo right now and I think that he can see that I am slowly climbing out of my funk. The straddling forg helped too.. It made me smile... at 6 a.m. -- which is a feat entirely of itself. So thanks, babe. You made my day. *ribbit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Delivery drivers are here, time to get to work! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;PEACE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114562422872913257?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114562422872913257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114562422872913257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114562422872913257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114562422872913257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-woke-up-to-i-love-you-frog.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114545021763574544</id><published>2006-04-19T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T05:42:32.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are mean people in this world. Mean, selfish, lazy people who can't do anything for anyone other than themselves. These people are so consumed in what &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; want and can't yet figure out why they don't have any happiness around them. Don't be stupid, folks. Open your eyes and see that helping people is the &lt;em&gt;human&lt;/em&gt; thing to do. Someone doesn't have to owe you anything if you &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; happen to get off of your high horse and lend a hand either; a simple, heartfelt 'thank you' &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; suffice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[stepping off soap box]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so this morning started off a little rocky. It really just amazes me how much some people are out for themselves when there are so many simple things in life that you can do to help people. It just goes to show that the things that are seemingly insignificant to some are crucial personality traits in the eyes others. Life is what it is I suppose, but if people could just work together I think things could be ok; better than now, for sure. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too bad none of this is realistic... guess thats what a blog is for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halfway to Friday. It's &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; to look forward to on this grumpy Wednesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114545021763574544?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114545021763574544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114545021763574544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114545021763574544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114545021763574544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-are-mean-people-in-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114532407560838761</id><published>2006-04-17T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:34:35.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle of Life.. It's a Lion King thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey y'all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from work about an hour ago and I am already ready to call it a night. Not that today was any more stressful than any other, its just that lately.. for whatever reason.. I feel the need to sleep 18 hours every day. Too bad that ol' &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt; thing gets in the way. 11 hours a day, at least 5 days a week -- &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we were this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/lion%20king.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;We got all spiffied up -- Mike wore a pinstripe suit and tie and I wore a black semi-formal dress.. We met up with 5 other couples and shared a suite at the Majestic Theatre here in San Antonio.. What a night. We just don't do that enough. The night started off at the restaurant above the theatre.. after a few glasses of wine and a great meal, we grew to be the &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; crowd. Talking with my hands, as I often do caught on and pretty soon we looked like a bunch of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=ASL"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;ASL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;kids on crack. As the evening progressed, the show began with a huge elephant walking through the crowd.. and later ended with giraffes, lions and what-not dancing around to the ever-so-popular "Circle of Life" song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Not bad. Not bad at all. I thoroughly enjoyed the evening. An evening with my hunky pin-striped-suit-wearin' husband and I -- Can't beat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Speaking of the Lion King... and the whole 'animal' theme.I love this picture of a monkey. I am a monkey &lt;em&gt;freak&lt;/em&gt;. Only the cute ones though. Like this one. Tyson even has taken a liking to them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Mike got called for overtime today.. and even though he is on vacation for the next week or so, he took it. I love that he has such a strong passion for his job. He gets to work with his friends and he has tons of time off. To tan. By the pool. Alone. Without me. To tan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;He is the &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; person on the planet that could &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; sit out in the sun for ten months, lay out for ten minutes and be completely caught up (and surpass) the rest of us that either pay a professional tanner company or those who spend every waking moment at the pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Side note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I have been watching tv while writing this and in the past ten minutes I have seen Kelsey Grammar (Frasier), Alan Thicke (Growing Pains) and Molly Ringwald (Breakfast Club) all on current shows. The fact that I not only knew the names of these 'celebrities' frightened me, but when I really got to thinking about it.. I am getting &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;. I'm not the young, vibrant twenty-three year old that I once was. Gosh, 24 is a whole new world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;What am I going to do with myself..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tomorrow's another day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Until then...........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114532407560838761?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114532407560838761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114532407560838761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114532407560838761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114532407560838761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/04/circle-of-life-its-lion-king-thing.html' title='Circle of Life.. It&apos;s a Lion King thing.'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114501999301741442</id><published>2006-04-14T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T06:06:33.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Holy cow. I am an anal sleeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I suppose I kind of knew it all along, being that I am THE sleeper extraordinaire... but really. I think I have found my sleeping solution (read past blogs if you have no clue what I am talking about). Finally, we did it.. switched sides of the bed.. and I was sleeping like a freakin' infant. It could be that, since I haven't slept in weeks, that I just konked out.. but it could also be that it really worked. My anal-ness of having to sleep on the same side of the bed as I did when we lived in the old house was what was keeping me awake at night!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Who woulda thunk it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;So Mike has been making dinner every night for the past 4 nights. Yes, I know he's amazing. In tons of brilliant ways. I come home exhausted every night from work and he has dinner sizzlin' in the kitchen. Aaaaaaaaaand he did all of the laundry -- again. I no longer have to fear that I will have to go to work nekkid. Thanks babe (from all of my co-workers and customers for saving their eyesight). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;You know how sometimes you just don't have the energy do do &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;...? That's me.. &lt;u&gt;all the time&lt;/u&gt; since I haven't been sleeping right. Maybe this switching sides thing will bring a 'new life' to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm off tomorrow so I will attempt the feat of sleeping in til &lt;u&gt;at least&lt;/u&gt; ten o'clock, hopefully some tanning by the pool, then we are headed out to a fancy night on the town.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Which reminds me -- MIKE BOUGHT A SUIT!! Holy heck he looks like such a hot freaking stud! Makes me wanna marry him all over again :) Mmmmmmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114501999301741442?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114501999301741442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114501999301741442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114501999301741442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114501999301741442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114484522388361609</id><published>2006-04-12T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T05:40:35.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh, Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yet another rousing day here at work. I can't say that I am excited. Nothing exciting ever happens here. It's always different, don't get me wrong.. but in most ways, all the differences make for a day just like any other. They are all the same. Today looks to be no different than the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Syd, if you're reading this.. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; really am willing to give any car (yes, even a Suzuki) a shot. I am so clueless about cars. None of them really strike me. My mom says that she thinks a Denali-like vehicle (a.k.a. the &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; vehicle that I have flat out said that I like) is 'too big'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess sometimes moms know best, but it kind of took the wind out of my car-shopping sails. I'll just have to drive a bunch of different vehicles and just 'pick'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm going to miss the zamboni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I went to sleep at 8:30 p.m. last night. It made me feel like a kid again. Until I woke up this morning. Now I feel like I could use about 4 more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll try to update a little later.. after some caffiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114484522388361609?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114484522388361609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114484522388361609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114484522388361609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114484522388361609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/04/eh-wednesday.html' title='Eh, Wednesday.'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114469284738350345</id><published>2006-04-10T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:14:07.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am extremly hungry. and it's something a Nutri-Grain bar can even come close to supressing. Who would have thought that with all of this fat on my booty that I could be this hungry after already eating a morning snack and drinking water all day.. (see, I &lt;em&gt;told&lt;/em&gt; you I am trying to lose weight!) It is now like one-o'clock.. and I can't leave to get food. I wish I could.. just for a few minutes, because my insides are talking so loud that customers are starting to notice the sounds. Eew. Who wants to hear that?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow, I am quite the rambler today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyhow. I have been told that I need to start looking for a new car. Anyone have any pearls of wisdom on this? I just don't know. I love my little zamboni. I just can't take the thought that I'll have to give it up. (insert sobbing and whining here) I'm just so attached to it.. I know every inch of it and how it drives. I love that it is a low-key car but it's just sporty enough to make it cool. I guess if I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to pick a new vehicle I would like to drive a Chevrolet Tahoe or GMC Yukon. They are totally different than my current car and a heckuvalot harder to park and unpark, but I just really like the way they look and the space I would gain is unreal! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that's the question of the day. Help me with some research if you have a few minutes and let me know what kind of car I should test drive...............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks y'all... Hope you're having a wonderful Monday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114469284738350345?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114469284738350345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114469284738350345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114469284738350345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114469284738350345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-extremly-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114467409093480176</id><published>2006-04-10T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T06:01:30.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow. What a weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I literally spent at least half of my weekend by the pool. The other half was spent either eating, sleeping or watching Sopranos. I &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; needed a weekend to just relax. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In fact, now that it's Monday, I realize how bad I really did enjoy my time out in the warm Texas sun. Golly gee did we have some beautiful weather this weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am extremely ready for this summer (despite have a larger than I'd like bikini bod)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaaaaand............................................I already have tan lines!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, enough of this work stuff.... Is it Friday yet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114467409093480176?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114467409093480176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114467409093480176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114467409093480176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114467409093480176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/04/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114424240216742177</id><published>2006-04-05T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T06:06:42.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Still not sleeping right. I just don't know what the heck is wrong with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I s'pose it's been about two weeks now.. with a move in between.. and my body is just completely desperate for a day of 'nothing'. I cannot get enough energy for my days because I don't get enough sleep at night. I've even tried going to bed early and just laying down.. nothing. I can't sleep. and its driving me C.R.A.Z.Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114424240216742177?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114424240216742177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114424240216742177&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114424240216742177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114424240216742177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/04/still-not-sleeping-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114415885032134497</id><published>2006-04-04T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T06:54:10.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it Friday yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed Mike on the highway again. He was leaving work from his shift and I was leaving the house to go to work. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept alone last night, and was too stubborn to get up and turn off the arctic wind that was blowing in from the a/c. The dog had to get up last night to pee (again my fault because I was too lazy to let him out before I went to bed) and now I am extremely exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another, less whiney note, the trip to Mexico is in a few weeks and I am so stoked for a vacation. Work has been pretty crazy lately and a break will be nice.. even if its just for an extended weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;I am still pretty worried about my friend.. Seems like her world keeps getting smaller and smaller. It scares me to think that she is going through this time in her life with nobody by her side. I wish that I could help her more than just by being a friend from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike just called. Whoop whoop. Talk about making my day brighter. I love him. I honestly don't know what I would do if I ever lost him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope y'all have a teriffic Tuesday. Thanks again for keeping up with me :)&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114415885032134497?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114415885032134497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114415885032134497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114415885032134497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114415885032134497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/04/tuesday-ramblings.html' title='Tuesday ramblings'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114384752449098029</id><published>2006-03-31T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:25:24.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promoted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's right folks.. after weeks and weeks of worry.. and pondering a career change.. I have been promoted at work. Assistant service advisor with the promise that when we build a new, shiny dealership that I will advance, yet again, to service advisor position! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Currently, I am a 'filler'. When someone in the dealership is absent, for whatever reason, I fill in and do their job until they return.. Being that people have illnesses, family issues, and &lt;em&gt;lives&lt;/em&gt; outside of work, I stay pretty busy most of the time.. And now I have taken on the responsibility of working the service drive with the guys. Move over, the estrogen express is making its way into the service department and is planning to take up permanant residency! *chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even though this happened about five or so hours ago, I still have had one of the crummiest days ever. I was told that I need to explore more "foot covering" options. This means cut back on the flip-flops when I work the service drive... Guess it makes sense, I'll be in the shop a ton more now, and I am pretty much the clumsiest human being on the planet.. so it's probably in their best interest to tell me so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;One of the worst parts of my day, however...... I have only talked to Mike about twice -- and only for about 3 seconds each time. Talk about a bummer... got a promotion to a job that requires &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; shoes and can't share it with the one person that I want so bad to know! It's not that he is avoiding me.. this I know.. He's in a special training class that I am super thrilled about.. it could be the beginning of a great thing for him -- talk about me &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; spilling the beans! Anyhow.. I am hella proud of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's about all for today.. Gotta get the month closed out and get hom to see my hunky husband. Peace out y'all! Have a safe weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114384752449098029?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114384752449098029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114384752449098029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114384752449098029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114384752449098029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/03/promoted.html' title='Promoted.'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114381203941806161</id><published>2006-03-31T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T05:33:59.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheets and shytes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey y'all......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've got a rant. It's about the most silly thing on the planet, but a rant it shall remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I cannot stand the sheets on our bed. They are beautiful maroon, satin sheets.. and I am sure they were expensive, but holy shyte! I felt like I was six years old playing on a slip-n-slide. For hours on end, my body flipped and flailed about like some sort of dysfunctional animal on crack. Those things have got to go... or I may consider relocating to the floor...... with the dog. Even &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; seems to sleep better than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enough of that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You may look at the time that I am posting this and wonder why I am posting right now when I should be going to work.. No I am not playing hooky -- although it doesn't sound like a bad idea -- I am waiting for the plumber to come out to our 'new' house and fix a possible leak/running water issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had contemplated taking pictures of the 'new' house and posting them for you to see, but I got lazy and sat on the couch. Maybe some other time..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;On a much, much, much more serious note..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had a serious comversation with a friend of mine yesterday which made the wheels in my brain spin for hours after we talked. It's not entirely important &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; we talked about, because its a majorly private issue, but it made me think. And it makes me want to send a warning to everyone reading this that (despite being a cliche) &lt;em&gt;bad things happen to good people&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My friend, whom we will call "X" has dignity, respect, grace, talent and an enormous heart. One that people long to have. One that people are jealous of. One that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am jealous of. She has a way of words that can really touch your core and upon reading emotions that she emits I tend to find myself diving right in as if the words were my own. She just has a way with life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And recently, maybe in part to her trusting nature... she was involved in a personal, heartbreaking set of life events that turned her life completely upside down. One person. One untrusting, unsympathetic, inhumane person changed my friend in a way that she can never recover. My message to that person: You are a deeply low, troubled human being who does not deserve to have happiness in your life. I hope one day you come to terms with the things that you have done and how you've negatively impacted the world around you. You are a truly selfish human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;X, please let me know if there is &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; that I can do to help from here. Remember our talk last night -- don't lose touch with who you are, because at night, that's all you'll have. Remain that beautiful soul that we all know and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have a wonderful day all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114381203941806161?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114381203941806161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114381203941806161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114381203941806161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114381203941806161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/03/sheets-and-shytes.html' title='Sheets and shytes.'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114355520748406754</id><published>2006-03-28T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T06:13:27.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20-something</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Being twenty-something, I think it is pretty "normal" to be overly worried about what other people think of you.. I have to admit, however, that I think I often do this to a fault. The only thing holding me up is the fact that I have such an amazing husband at home. He tells me all the time how beautiful I am -- goes out of his way to do so most of the time -- especially when I am feeling 'less than average'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;If you couldn't tell already, I have outrageously low self esteem.. So low sometimes that I indulge on my own 'fugliness' and drown myself in depression. It is -&lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;- that keeps me going, drags me out of my slumps and teaches me how to love myself for who I am and what I have to offer, not what the world views me as. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;He does all the little things that make living worth while.. He genuinely cares for his friends and shows me every day how much he cares about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mike has my whole heart, more than even &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;knows.. and I just wanted the blogging world to know that. He is my world, and I love him more with every breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114355520748406754?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114355520748406754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114355520748406754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114355520748406754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114355520748406754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/03/20-something.html' title='20-something'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114346946963993930</id><published>2006-03-27T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T06:24:29.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the moving commence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/boxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/boxes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I haven't been the best about updating.. but we're in the middle of a big move..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who knew we had so much 'stuff' ?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So please bear/bare (who really knows which to use anyhow?) with me as we get settled.. We have to be out by the end of the week and it may take a while to get settled -- internet may take a while to get started too.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll do my best to keep y'all posted, and maybe after we get done with the move I'll post some pictures :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave me some love!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CIAO!&lt;/strong&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/10138242-114346946963993930?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114346946963993930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114346946963993930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114346946963993930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114346946963993930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/03/let-moving-commence.html' title='Let the moving commence!'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114272571393702471</id><published>2006-03-18T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T15:48:33.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellacious week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay.. so this has been one of the most emotional weeks of my life (regarding work)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't even know how to describe what happened, but I guess it can be quasi-explained as this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A stranger came into my life, turn it upside down, inside out and back again all to leave me hanging high. I don't quite understand how people can be so cruel when you try so hard to be a good person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That brief and vague description brings me to today. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realize today how "valued" I am as an employee, but also how much I can lean on my friends/coworkers when I need to. It is a humbling experience to have a week like I just had -- and I am elated to have made it through alive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Saturday and I am at work, yet again.. but I'm not worried.. I can almost guarantee (KNOCKING ON WODD OF COURSE) that things will be better from now on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for reading up on me :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114272571393702471?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114272571393702471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114272571393702471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114272571393702471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114272571393702471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/03/hellacious-week.html' title='Hellacious week'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114251909610921295</id><published>2006-03-16T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T06:24:56.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for the props y'all.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess I'll keep writing after all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to get to work for now, but no worries.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(in the infamous words of The Governator)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'LL BE BACK"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Hopefully with less cheeeeese) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEACE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114251909610921295?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114251909610921295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114251909610921295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114251909610921295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114251909610921295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/03/thanks-for-props-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114243178408499067</id><published>2006-03-15T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T06:09:44.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well.. if that last post didn't get any response out of anyone, I am assuming that nobody reads this anymore.. I was sure that &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; would have commented about how sick and twisted my mind is. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I s'pose this could be goodbye.. If you're reading, &lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt; is the time to comment.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No comment = No blog (sounds mean, but what's the point in writing if no one is out there) :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;PEEEEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114243178408499067?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114243178408499067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114243178408499067&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114243178408499067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114243178408499067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-long.html' title='So long?'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114218107440089447</id><published>2006-03-12T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T08:31:14.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Makeover, Nightmare Creator...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;So I had the weirdest dream last night.. prepare yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;It included the following things: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;The television show "Extreme Makeover Home Edition"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Drug needles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;MEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wendy's Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Here goes.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;In the dream, the tv show "Extreme Makeover Home Edition" (which will now be abbreviated EMHE) came to Texas.. and I decided that I just HAD to be a part of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I didn't necessarily want to be on television, just wanted to help with cleanup and decoration and whatnot.. So I went down to the EMHE setup area and they "adopted" me on the spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Turns out that the family that was going to be on the show was living in a little shack in a small town outside San Antonio and the house was infested with some type of crazy funk that made it unliveable. The team decided on a total demolition and rebuild. Which was great, but we didn't realize that the family had a hidden secret............................................ an underground drug lab/fireworks stand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Who cares, you say? Just call the cops and call off the shoot? Well, the family wasn't exactly honest with the shows producers. They didn't even tell them it existed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;The show sent the family off in style, like they do with every family, not to be seen for a week... so we thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;As demolition started, we noticed strange smells and got this eery feeling that something just wasn't right with this place... but the show must go on.. The bulldozers came in and started working and there were about 150 workers (volunteers, like myself) who were lining the area waiting for the call to help.. when before we know it, the place lit up the sky. The ground beneath us shot up hundreds of feet above us and settled back around our feet several times over.. everyone was panicked and running for their lives. Everyone was clueless... What the hell was going on?! -- The project came to an abrupt, and LOUD halt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;The blasts lasted a solid 3 hours and  police EMS and fire fighters were called to the scene to investigate, help the wouded and put out the fires this crazy situation had caused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;After things quieted down, the police wanted to gather evidence to figure out what in the heck started the blasts. Of course I volunteered -- what's wrong with me? -- so they put me right to work, collecting evidence in a nearby field -- barefoot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I found all sorts of items from the film crews cameras and name badges to unmatching shoes and household items like irons and even a couch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Later, I walked into an area that was populated by thin, tall "stick-trees". It was an eery sight, but in the distance I could see a stand that Wendy's restaurant had set up for the workers to grab something to eat. I thought "Okay, after I finish searching this area, I will go grab a burger and go home". WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I was so busy looking at the food stand that I had walked right into a sea of drug needles and half burnt piles of drugs. As I moved closer to the end of the needle piles, more and more appeared.. they were uncapped, used, bloody and covering the ground that I was attempting to walk on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I called out for help, but nobody heard.. nobody reacted.. I was ALONE in a sea of disease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I waited for a few minutes, panicked. PANICKED. Then I decided that I could handle it.. I could just pay REALLY REALLY close attention to where each of my body parts landed and I would be fine. So I set out... One foot at a time.. slow... very slow... then... it happened, my foot slipped onto a pile of about 6 needles and two jammed right into my foot. Talk about freaking out. I was &lt;em&gt;definately&lt;/em&gt; freaking out. ALOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;After I got "stuck," my adrenaline started pumping and I seemingly flew out of there and booked it over to the food area off in the distance.. and get this.. the needles were still attached to my BARE feet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Nobody asked me what was wrong, even though I know I was in complete panic mode.. and nobody else was working... they were all sitting down to eat and had given up on the search.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I look over to a table of police officers and try to get their attention, but then........... of course........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I WOKE UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;What in the hell is wrong with me?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Comments please!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114218107440089447?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114218107440089447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114218107440089447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114218107440089447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114218107440089447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/03/extreme-makeover-nightmare-creator.html' title='Extreme Makeover, Nightmare Creator...'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114149482683423918</id><published>2006-03-04T08:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T09:53:46.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;WE SURVIVED THE HONEYMOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best trip we could have ever hoped for.. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a week we not only got to stay in a huge lodge by ourselves, we also got to experience things for the first time together. I guess thats what honeymoons are for...... even if they do come a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, Mike and I were honeymooning in Solitude, Utah (near Park City and Salt Lake City) from February 26th until last night. And &lt;em&gt;boy &lt;/em&gt;did we have a good time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time that I have &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; seen snow.. &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;. So it was a &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; shocker for me even to just see snow on the mountains as we arrived.. It was NUTS. There was snow everywhere.. On the roofs of cars and houses, on the mountains (duh) and all over the town. We were in Snow Country for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;This was my very first sighting.. Snow on the mountains as we approached Utah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;After we landed in Salt Lake, we proceeded to the local Alamo Rental Car stand to get our spacious 4-door speedy, black Chevrolet Cobalt (See picture below). This little 3-cylinder car had zero pep, which made Mike and I laugh every time it had to climb a big hill (of course we were staying in the middle of the mountains so there were hills everywhere!) This car was hilarious, not to mention how much it made me miss my little car back home.. Ever &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; could have done better than this Cobalt. Here's a glimpse of "the car that was":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/cobalt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;(Picture obtained from Chevrolet.com -- just to give you an idea of what this thing looks like -- Guess we didn't get an outside picture of it when we were on the trip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So we picked it up... and the journey began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not only did my mom jinx me by telling Mike that I am "really organized on trips" she also said that I wouldn't lose anything.............. WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;We got &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; incredibly lost trying to find our hotel that we ended up in PARK CITY, UTAH! Great place, but when you are staying in a town called SOLITUDE, it poses a bit of a problem. So, here we are.. a loving couple on their honeymoon.. in a cobalt.. driving around trying to find a place where we have never been and we are a whole city away. Good way to start, eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;At least when we were lost we saw the Olympic Park.. which was nice.. and the first time I got to touch snow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So eventually (after we called back home to have the hotel "Googled", we made it...... and boy was it amazing!! A bunch of wooden lodges right next to ski lift after ski lift -- again, a first for me. Here's a glimpse of how beautiful it was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There was about three feet of snow on every building due to a snowstorm that had passed through a week before -- Thank you Mother Nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The "Solitude Mountain Resort" is secluded about 20 miles from the base of the first mountain as you reach the city and is so breathtakingly beautiful that it's impossible to take a bad picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/solitude.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Here's the view from our balcony.. and &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; four-five feet of snow outside!! If you look past the buildings, you can see the mountains in the background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;How lucky are we? Good gracious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;So anyhow.. I learned to ski.. Took a class and learned the all-familiar (to the ski population anyhow) pie-wedge. Mike skiied on his own and came back every now and again to take pictures: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;This is me learning to ski with a group of five other beginners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Woo hoo, I kind of rocked that class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;After the morning class was over, we ate, then hit the slopes again.. Yes, I fell.. several times. But who doesn't when they're learning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;The next day it poured.. Cold, hard, wet rain. It was too miserable to go outside.. So we made due and had "us" time in the lodge.. We pulled out the couch bed and wrapped up and watched movies all day. Mike got cabin fever - BAD. Later in the day, after about 4 o'clock, we could finally see the day clearing up so we went outside for a good ol' fashioned snowball fight!! I made a snow angel -- just like a kid, I know.. but it's my first time seeing snow - ever! After all of that, we headed back inside and finished off the day with a nice dinner (Mike cooked almost every night!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The next two days were spent on the slopes. I learned fast, according to Mike, and eventually made it to skiing BLUES! Even though I felt a bit like I was holding him back (he's skiied before and is EXCELLENT at it, and I was just learning) we still had a GREAT time. Talk about a workout!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yesterday morning we had to face the music... it was time to come home............. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We got up about 8 oclock in the morning, as we did every morning while we were there -- yes, this is still Sarah's blog.. and yes I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; get up before noon while on vacation -- and headed to town. We returned our rental car and waited (my brilliant husband got us on an earlier flight so we were home before 7 oclock instead of 11!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is getting kind of long.. I know I left a &lt;u&gt;bunch&lt;/u&gt; out, but y'all get the general idea.. Here are some more pictures for ya... Then, I'm off.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So now we are home.. all unpacked and ready for the real world to start again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;...I think I need a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114149482683423918?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114149482683423918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114149482683423918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114149482683423918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114149482683423918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-survived-honeymoon-it-was-best-trip_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114149482068711957</id><published>2006-03-04T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T09:53:46.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;WE SURVIVED THE HONEYMOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best trip we could have ever hoped for.. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a week we not only got to stay in a huge lodge by ourselves, we also got to experience things for the first time together. I guess thats what honeymoons are for...... even if they do come a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, Mike and I were honeymooning in Solitude, Utah (near Park City and Salt Lake City) from February 26th until last night. And &lt;em&gt;boy &lt;/em&gt;did we have a good time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time that I have &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; seen snow.. &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;. So it was a &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; shocker for me even to just see snow on the mountains as we arrived.. It was NUTS. There was snow everywhere.. On the roofs of cars and houses, on the mountains (duh) and all over the town. We were in Snow Country for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;This was my very first sighting.. Snow on the mountains as we approached Utah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;After we landed in Salt Lake, we proceeded to the local Alamo Rental Car stand to get our spacious 4-door speedy, black Chevrolet Cobalt (See picture below). This little 3-cylinder car had zero pep, which made Mike and I laugh every time it had to climb a big hill (of course we were staying in the middle of the mountains so there were hills everywhere!) This car was hilarious, not to mention how much it made me miss my little car back home.. Ever &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; could have done better than this Cobalt. Here's a glimpse of "the car that was":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/cobalt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;(Picture obtained from Chevrolet.com -- just to give you an idea of what this thing looks like -- Guess we didn't get an outside picture of it when we were on the trip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So we picked it up... and the journey began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not only did my mom jinx me by telling Mike that I am "really organized on trips" she also said that I wouldn't lose anything.............. WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;We got &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; incredibly lost trying to find our hotel that we ended up in PARK CITY, UTAH! Great place, but when you are staying in a town called SOLITUDE, it poses a bit of a problem. So, here we are.. a loving couple on their honeymoon.. in a cobalt.. driving around trying to find a place where we have never been and we are a whole city away. Good way to start, eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;At least when we were lost we saw the Olympic Park.. which was nice.. and the first time I got to touch snow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So eventually (after we called back home to have the hotel "Googled", we made it...... and boy was it amazing!! A bunch of wooden lodges right next to ski lift after ski lift -- again, a first for me. Here's a glimpse of how beautiful it was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There was about three feet of snow on every building due to a snowstorm that had passed through a week before -- Thank you Mother Nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The "Solitude Mountain Resort" is secluded about 20 miles from the base of the first mountain as you reach the city and is so breathtakingly beautiful that it's impossible to take a bad picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/solitude.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Here's the view from our balcony.. and &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; four-five feet of snow outside!! If you look past the buildings, you can see the mountains in the background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;How lucky are we? Good gracious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;So anyhow.. I learned to ski.. Took a class and learned the all-familiar (to the ski population anyhow) pie-wedge. Mike skiied on his own and came back every now and again to take pictures: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;This is me learning to ski with a group of five other beginners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Woo hoo, I kind of rocked that class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;After the morning class was over, we ate, then hit the slopes again.. Yes, I fell.. several times. But who doesn't when they're learning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;The next day it poured.. Cold, hard, wet rain. It was too miserable to go outside.. So we made due and had "us" time in the lodge.. We pulled out the couch bed and wrapped up and watched movies all day. Mike got cabin fever - BAD. Later in the day, after about 4 o'clock, we could finally see the day clearing up so we went outside for a good ol' fashioned snowball fight!! I made a snow angel -- just like a kid, I know.. but it's my first time seeing snow - ever! After all of that, we headed back inside and finished off the day with a nice dinner (Mike cooked almost every night!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The next two days were spent on the slopes. I learned fast, according to Mike, and eventually made it to skiing BLUES! Even though I felt a bit like I was holding him back (he's skiied before and is EXCELLENT at it, and I was just learning) we still had a GREAT time. Talk about a workout!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yesterday morning we had to face the music... it was time to come home............. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We got up about 8 oclock in the morning, as we did every morning while we were there -- yes, this is still Sarah's blog.. and yes I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; get up before noon while on vacation -- and headed to town. We returned our rental car and waited (my brilliant husband got us on an earlier flight so we were home before 7 oclock instead of 11!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is getting kind of long.. I know I left a &lt;u&gt;bunch&lt;/u&gt; out, but y'all get the general idea.. Here are some more pictures for ya... Then, I'm off.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/Honeymoon%20-%20Utah%202006%20145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So now we are home.. all unpacked and ready for the real world to start again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;...I think I need a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114149482068711957?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114149482068711957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114149482068711957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114149482068711957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114149482068711957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-survived-honeymoon-it-was-best-trip_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114079242412942953</id><published>2006-02-24T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T06:47:04.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes when you think life is giving you the shaft, things have a funny way of turning around to suit you perfectly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at that point in my life today.. at this very moment. I am earning the respect of the people in my life in a way that I never thought was possible and it feels great... The best part about it all is that I am doing it -- by being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that people wanted something &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; from me.. something that made me someone that I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that I can be myself and BE HAPPY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114079242412942953?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114079242412942953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114079242412942953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114079242412942953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114079242412942953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-how-sometimes-when-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114061998351641539</id><published>2006-02-22T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T06:53:03.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geez Louise am I tired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sorta wish that I could go one day without getting yelled at... Today was a record though - first customer of the day... 8:09 a.m. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That will be tough to beat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Enter sarcasm --&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so glad that I can please people. I am a people pleaser. That's why I get paid the big bucks  (right babe?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114061998351641539?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114061998351641539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114061998351641539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114061998351641539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114061998351641539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/02/geez-louise-am-i-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114044513159037087</id><published>2006-02-20T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T06:20:19.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the work blahs......?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I now know that what my husband said is true......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I sometimes make myself believe that I like my job more than I actually do -- and I am glad that he told me that he thought this because otherwise I would be scared sh*tless about the feelings I am having lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Take this morning for instance.. I had to get up out of bed to drive 20 minutes to work in the cold, only to find more and more drama.. Nothing exciting to speak of, but coming to work to this crap just makes me want to go home and crawl back into bed with my husband and sleep my days away. Hell, I'd do a lot more here if theyd let me, and I think that would help my days go by smoother... but I have to beg for what I do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;More work, less drama... Isn't that what &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; company wants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyhow, I think you all can probably see where this is headed.. I really want to change things here before I get so discouraged that I want to just give up like the rest of them (we've lost &lt;u&gt;11&lt;/u&gt; people in &lt;u&gt;3 months&lt;/u&gt;!!) This is how I know that it isn't just me who's hurting from all the changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sounds like normalcy in the job world I suppose, but I really thought that I could change things.. I am still going to do my best to try.. By putting on the smiling, happy face that everyone is so accustomed to seeing and by doing everything they ask me to do. It's what grown-ups do -- we suck it up and push through until the days get brighter. That's what I am &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; to do. That's what I am &lt;em&gt;going&lt;/em&gt; to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Leave me some love y'all............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Countdown to honeymoon:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; days!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114044513159037087?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114044513159037087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114044513159037087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114044513159037087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114044513159037087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/02/got-work-blahs.html' title='Got the work blahs......?'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114009767992645233</id><published>2006-02-16T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T05:49:48.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Rant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I know better than to write what I am about to write because it is one of the biggest no-no's of blogging to write about work and post it on the internet BUT................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm going to pretend that nobody reads this anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Work is stressful lately. Everyone is fed up and grumpy and surrounded by fellow grumps for ten hours a day until they can go home and dread the next day's shinanigans (however you spell that damn word). Anyway, people wake up in the morning and don't want to come to work.. they just don't want to be here. and it's not just a select few people.. it's the majority of employees. &lt;u&gt;It's just not fun anymore&lt;/u&gt;. I hear y'all when you say that work isn't &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be fun, but it &lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt; to be just that. We would get a ton done and still have a great time getting to know each other and cut-up with each other. We maintained a professional, yet laid back style of work and &lt;u&gt;got things done&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Now &lt;/em&gt;however, we have adapted the phrase "there's always something". And it's completely true. There is always something that pops up during the day that shifts the attitude of everyone in the place. One moment that sets the mood for the upcoming 8+ hours that you have to stay at work. It is a terrible feeling when you are a part of it, but even worse when you cannot do anything to stop it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; be done? and who is going to do it? Nobody takes leadership roles and it &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; lead to the crash of this company one day. People don't step up because they are powerless. Nobody will back their decisions or give any incentive to keep up the hard work. It's driving people away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Something &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to change, or I am out of here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I will totally regret this in a few hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Countdown to honeymoon&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; days!!&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/10138242-114009767992645233?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114009767992645233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114009767992645233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114009767992645233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114009767992645233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/02/work-rant.html' title='Work Rant...'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-114002815480492046</id><published>2006-02-15T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T10:29:51.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That little green cliche monster is at it again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jealousy is an evil, evil thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I just can't help it. I can't deny it. I am overwhelmed by a piercing green monster who refuses to leave my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have always been a little jealous of people who have this or who have that, but this is different. I feel a sense of jealousy like no other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Why can't I be like that...? Skinny like her....? Outgoing and witty like she always is, no matter what hardships is going on in her life...? Why..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I feel like a complete failure compared to her sometimes.. ok... &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I even know its stupid, I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; its rediculous. But it's just this huge, overwhelming feeling of inadequacy that I have whenever I really sit and compare the two of us [sidenote: &lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt; is the reason men hate women -- we are forever &lt;em&gt;overdramatizing&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It depresses me to realize how much time i waste comparing myself to people... random strangers on the street or people like my cousin who is loud, outgoing and gorgeous, and just people who strike my eye.. I get really shut-down inside when I can't express myself the ways that I want to and it changes who I am. I really am an unconfident human being, searching for acceptance in a world of flawless creatures; struggling every inch of the way. I hate feeling this depressed and unmotivated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Goodness gracious - it's only Wednesday. By Friday I'll be pulling my hair out... twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Countdown to honeymoon&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;u&gt;11&lt;/u&gt; days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-114002815480492046?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/114002815480492046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=114002815480492046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114002815480492046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/114002815480492046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/02/that-little-green-cliche-monster-is-at.html' title='That little green cliche monster is at it again.'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113992869690178840</id><published>2006-02-14T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T06:51:36.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day Ya'll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am so un-motivated this morning.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have been looking at pictures of the house that we toured yesterday and dreaming away. I think it will be a great place to live and it's the closest thing to what we want - without having to build our own. It's great. 2 acres, pool, pool house, green room, storage house, hot tub, etc.... The master bathroom is hideously decorated, but I'm sure once the owners get their things moved out that it will look a ton better. I am stoked about this house. Mucho land for the mutt, for us and for our sanity. I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For now, I have to try to get my head away from the thought of the house, the thought of moving (if we get it), and the thought of my hard-at-work husband who was a completely awesome man this morning. He woke up to get ready for work early (530) and turned off the air conditioner, turned on the heating blanket, and closed the bedroom door so I could get a bit more sleep before I had to get up. That was the best sleep I got all night! Warm, dark and quiet... for about another hour. It was fantastic! I woke up around 630 and walked into the bathroom and found a whole bunch of hand-made cards from him -- let me tell you guys, &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is the way to go. Hallmark is nice, but the thought behind the words he wrote meant way more to me than anything you could find in a store. Way more. Kudos babe, you did &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As far as the rest of you love birds go... Stay away from any restaurant tonight. Instead, cook din-din and watch a movie.. It's much more intimate, and you don't have to wait until 11pm to eat. -- Keep it simple, most girls like that better anyhow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Much props to my amazing husband.. I love you babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113992869690178840?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113992869690178840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113992869690178840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113992869690178840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113992869690178840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-yall.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day Ya&apos;ll!'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113983994130569172</id><published>2006-02-13T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:24:09.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missin' him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Last night, while laying in bed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;My husband and I had a conversation that went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sarah - "Don't you think it would be cool if we could just stay home and sleep all day long?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mike - "Hell yea.. Stay in our p.j.'s all day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sarah - "Maybe I should just quit my job and stay at home.. We could sleep in on the days you don't have to work and when you leave for your shift, I will do the laundry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mike - "Hmm, okay... That sounds like a good idea to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sarah - (thinking) "So it is said, and it &lt;em&gt;shall&lt;/em&gt; be done"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mike - "Babe...? Babe...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sarah - "Yep.. Oh, I was just thinking. What a fun idea that sounded like. I think I could get used to sleeping until 2 in the afternoon and going back to bed at 9 at night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mike - "I love you babe. Good night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sarah - "I love you too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sarah - (thinking) "&lt;em&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait!!&lt;/em&gt; You can't want to go to bed &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;... I wasn't kidding!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;How great would it be to spend all day with the one you love.. All day being goofy and rolling around and doing things together that you can't normally do when you work 11 hours a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Makes me daydream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I sure do like that idea. (I'm sure most of you feel the same)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I just want to spend every second with him.. And having that conversation last night made it worse for me to leave him in the bed this morning when I had to come to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Nobody should have to kiss their spouse goodbye in the morning -- It's too sad to walk away for a whole day.... Entirely too sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Much love peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Kiss your loved ones today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113983994130569172?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113983994130569172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113983994130569172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113983994130569172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113983994130569172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/02/missin-him.html' title='Missin&apos; him.'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113944271120875653</id><published>2006-02-08T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T15:54:12.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DATE NIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say: &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;RO&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;DAY&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;OHHH&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;G'night folks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave me some love!&lt;/strong&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/10138242-113944271120875653?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113944271120875653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113944271120875653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113944271120875653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113944271120875653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/02/date-night.html' title='DATE NIGHT!'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113941081310386139</id><published>2006-02-08T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T07:00:13.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow, just wow.. and not a "plain" wow either........... Wow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113941081310386139?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113941081310386139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113941081310386139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113941081310386139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113941081310386139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/02/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113923347418661149</id><published>2006-02-06T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T05:44:34.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rode our asses off yesterday.. McAllister Park threw us around for about two solid hours.. A "double-bike date" if you will. Mike and Lisa and my husband and I. We are quite the bad asses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yea, and the effin' Steelers won the Superbowl. Woo-freaking-hoo. I had to pay up this morning with two tacos and a Dr. Pepper. I hate losing bets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So here we go.. it's Monday yet again. Time to get back into the swing of the week and count down the moments until Friday at 6:00. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a great week y'all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Countdown to honeymoon&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;20&lt;/u&gt; days&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113923347418661149?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113923347418661149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113923347418661149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113923347418661149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113923347418661149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/02/rode-our-asses-off-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113907205218404354</id><published>2006-02-04T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T08:54:52.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wow, I keep reading and re-reading what I just posted and I sound kind of angry.. It's strange how when someone messes with who you are, you get emotionally stressed. I hate worrying if people are going to like me or what I have to say. I don't want to be the type of person who pleases people just because she doesn't want people to hate her. I genuinely have a passion for helping people, but it has been pointed out to me on several occassions that the people that are often claiming that they need the help are taking advantage of my giving nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scumbags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wish it was the norm, in life, for people to help each other.. not just one person getting taken advantage of for being overly nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some people say that it is a flaw in my character for me to depend on others to tell me 'how it is', wether it be in small, insignifcant situations or in life-altering ones. I say, screw 'em. I am &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. The only problem is that I am having a hard time deciding who is right in all of this. I have so many people telling me so many different things that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;should do for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's hard to listen to myself when the people that are close to me tell me something that is completely opposite of what I am feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And again with this interrupting thing from my earlier post. I bet I get interrupted when speaking more times in one day than I can count. It is the most rude thing that a person could do to someone and it makes them feel like they just dont matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In times like these, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to feel like I matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In happier news.. Mike's birthday was yesterday. We went out to a very nice, relaxing Italian dinner and drinks.. then we all went home and crashed - it was a crazy, helluva day. All of us had to work today-early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tonight, the whole gang is headed out on the town to celebrate. Should be fun -- and just what I need to get my self esteem back into check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alright, I need to get back to work. Es Todo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i Adios !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113907205218404354?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113907205218404354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113907205218404354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113907205218404354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113907205218404354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/02/wow-i-keep-reading-and-re-reading-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113906577065958161</id><published>2006-02-04T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T07:23:02.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Small .. the insignificant spec of overlooked greatness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I have finally realized that there are just a slim few people that actually take me seriously. I'm talking a handful of people who genuinely care about me and what I have to say.. everyone else doesn't take the time to get to know me and most don't care what I have to offer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My question to you, my listening public, is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes everyone else so much better than me that they can stop me in the middle of a conversation or story and begin a story of their own..?! How can someone consistantly do this and think that it's okay??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay so that's two questions, but self esteem is lacking anyway and I want answers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't need help making myself feel insignificant. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fill me in people. Please, fill me in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113906577065958161?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113906577065958161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113906577065958161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113906577065958161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113906577065958161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/02/sarah-small-insignificant-spec-of.html' title='Sarah Small .. the insignificant spec of overlooked greatness.'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113898933958030614</id><published>2006-02-03T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:55:39.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 2-7!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/CONFETTI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/CONFETTI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday Hubby!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113898933958030614?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113898933958030614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113898933958030614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113898933958030614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113898933958030614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/02/big-2-7.html' title='The Big 2-7!'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113882585998915306</id><published>2006-02-01T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T12:31:00.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' close</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike's birthday is in two days!!!!! Woo hoo!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113882585998915306?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113882585998915306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113882585998915306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113882585998915306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113882585998915306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/02/gettin-close.html' title='Gettin&apos; close'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113865306897584932</id><published>2006-01-30T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T12:32:38.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stellar bods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok folks.. I know I have said this a bunch, but I am going to try to lose some weight. I don't have a bunch of access weight, but it sure would be nice to be healthy for our honeymoon so I am not huffin' and puffin' on the slopes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went on a run last night and took Ty.. We made it back to the house just before he keeled over. He loves when I take him for runs.... for about the first block, then he huffs and puffs his booty all the way home where he then proceeds to drool and slobber all over the tile floor in the kitchen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While I was running, I noticed that my new shoes weren't keeping up with me.. I noticed my back and shins getting tight and after we got about 1/2-way on our run, it started to feel like I was running on pieces of cardboard.. New shoes... and they are not comfortable to run in at all.. I was bummed.. So today after lunch with my hubby, he asked about my run last night.. when I told him about my shoes he decided to cut lunch short and we tooted around looking for a shoe store (I know, he is &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;). We didn't find one and I had to be back at work soon so he dropped me off and went home... so I thought.. Turns out that he went to a shoe store and bought me a pair of brand new running shoes!! Is he the best or what?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a great great great gift because Mike and I are going to be running and riding our mountain bikes extremely hard-core style for the next three weeks. The hard work should pay off when we are skiing in Park City next month. Hopefully we can maintain our bods through bikini season too!! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's all for now.. I have to get back to work (I mean, clock back in from lunch?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113865306897584932?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113865306897584932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113865306897584932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113865306897584932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113865306897584932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/01/stellar-bods.html' title='Stellar bods'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113845954141186509</id><published>2006-01-28T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T06:46:15.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/COWBOY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/COWBOY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who's ready to rodeo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113845954141186509?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113845954141186509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113845954141186509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113845954141186509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113845954141186509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/01/howdy-yall.html' title='Howdy Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113821761281918345</id><published>2006-01-25T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T11:33:32.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, time for a sad blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think my life is getting fuzzy. I have been torn between work and home for a while and I guess some people see it as me being taken advantage of. I work 8-6 4 days a week plus Saturdays. I put in 45 hours+ a week, but all of my nights are free. I feel that I get to do most of the things that I need to (except sleep) for the most part. The thing that gets me is that I rarely have time to be with the person who means the most to me. He kind of gets the bad end of my job, and it is not fair to him. My job is so vastly different from his.. He works a ton of hours at a time and then is off for 3 days (when he doesn't work a rat) and I work 10 hours a day on back-to-back days. He normally works two days a week, I only get two days a week off.. Don't get me wrong, he works his hotttt little ass off, but schedules like ours make it damn near impossible to do anything 'normal' and we rarely get to see each other. It sucks, but I really enjoy my job and the people I work with. I hate the stress of not being with my husband and family, but what do I do?? If it came right down to it, and he wanted me home all of the time, I would quit my job.. but when I am at a great place at work -- chances to advance may be in my future -- and we both want to earn more money to move out and pay off bills, why not work and help with that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I am rambling, but this is really important to me.. Anyone have any advice?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113821761281918345?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113821761281918345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113821761281918345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113821761281918345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113821761281918345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-time-for-sad-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113813295433370511</id><published>2006-01-24T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T12:02:34.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiver me timbers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mike and I are going on a honeymoon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes folks, two years ago last September Mike and I tied the knot.. and now we are going to finally have time to ourselves for a whole week! I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;super&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; psyched. It seems that we can't get enough of each other lately, so it's probably more of a favor to others around us that are tired of seeing us act all goofy-like... Just kiddin'. &lt;u&gt;I can't wait&lt;/u&gt;. Just a few more weeks and we will be honeymooning in an arctic paradise. Shiver me timbers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113813295433370511?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113813295433370511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113813295433370511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113813295433370511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113813295433370511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/01/shiver-me-timbers.html' title='Shiver me timbers!'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113811919906513629</id><published>2006-01-24T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:13:19.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really should change my clock setting on blogger.... I can't have people thinking that I blog at work............................................. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113811919906513629?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113811919906513629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113811919906513629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113811919906513629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113811919906513629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/01/clock.html' title='clock'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113803574866384609</id><published>2006-01-23T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:02:28.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its Monday again.. back at work... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turns out that the wonderful weekend that I had is now falling apart in a few ways.. Not really something that I can go into detail about because of the personal nature of it all, but if you could just say a friendship prayer today I am sure it will get to the right place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope all is well in your lives.. Leave a note to let me know y'all are still readin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciao!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113803574866384609?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113803574866384609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113803574866384609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113803574866384609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113803574866384609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-monday-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113787239488545041</id><published>2006-01-21T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T11:39:54.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radioactive pants?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's a guy at work that wear radioactive pants.. I tend to stay away from fear that I might melt in the mere glow of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saturdays at work are always interesting.. I tend to work for sprits of twn to twenty minutes then I get caught up for a few and then the cycle starts all over again. I love my job.. I really really do.  I wear t-shirts, flip flops and cargo pants every day. And I work with some really great people. They are always pretty willing to help out and I tend to try to help them too.. I love working here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last night Mike and I went riding for about an hour on our mountain bikes.. and I still didn't feel like I wanted to vomit afterwards -- I am building up to a mommba-jommba bike ride later down the road (like riding ten miles or something rediculous like that). Can't wait.. If I start eating right, I'll have a great bod in no time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As for today, Mike is working.. I think my mom and I are going to look at houses or catch a movie or something.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fun times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Loving life. Absolutely loving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113787239488545041?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113787239488545041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113787239488545041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113787239488545041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113787239488545041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/01/radioactive-pants.html' title='Radioactive pants?'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113778284345579949</id><published>2006-01-20T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:47:23.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am NOT a grumpy gus in the morning... I repeat... I am NOT a grumpy gus in the morning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;:) I love you babe.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113778284345579949?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113778284345579949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113778284345579949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113778284345579949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113778284345579949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/01/gus.html' title='Gus.'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113769754411549313</id><published>2006-01-19T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T11:05:44.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE. Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So I guess I am not as good about updating as i thought... Seems that I barely won a bet that I thought I was going to win by a mile.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyhow, I wanted to post to fill y'all in on Sarah-land.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Been working.. which is great.. Finally had stuff to do this week.. Worked for Ed on Monday writing up service, filled in for April on Tuesday.. then yesterday Mike and I spent the day together -- yes I finally had a day off!! -- We ran errands, and did silly stuff with each other.. rode our mountain bikes, which I spose I am getting more used to because my arse isn't in constant pain and I don't end the bike ride feeling like I have to vomit. I love to ride that silly thing.. Makes me feel like a non fat-ass.... sorta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So I am pretty sure that I am rambling on, so I'll leave it at that for now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just wanted to make sure to update... YES, I am FINALLY updating!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ciao friends! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113769754411549313?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113769754411549313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113769754411549313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113769754411549313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113769754411549313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/01/update-finally.html' title='UPDATE. Finally.'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113727952465040411</id><published>2006-01-14T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:58:44.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stressful day... too much stress... The day is finally over.. I didn't think I'd make it.. I'm goin' home. Blah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113727952465040411?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113727952465040411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113727952465040411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113727952465040411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113727952465040411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/01/stressful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113725248294219566</id><published>2006-01-14T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T07:28:02.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same 'ole, not so same 'ole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Saturday -- which means I am at work, again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's really not so bad.. y'all all know that I LOVE my job.. but this morning particularly sucked because Mike got off of work (from a 24 hour shift) and came home about ten minutes before I had to leave for work.. Yea,  go ahead and tell me how much that bites.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a good note, Corina may come in this afternoon to catch up on her hours so I can leave whenever she gets here... Woo hoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I went to the doctor on Thursday.. turns out that I am well and good.. and I LOST FIVE POUNDS!! Guess whatever you put in your blog really CAN come true!! :) Bikini season, here I come!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I noticed this morning, maybe because I only got to see him for a few moments, that my husband has these distinctly hot features that I think I may have 'forgot' about. I just love rediscovering parts of him that I missed while he was away.. It's truly amazing how you think you know someone so well and then in the first moments of one random morning you realize how much you love those parts. Oh, how I love those parts....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess y'all are probably tired of hearing about work and my oh-so-wonderful husband.. I have noticed the decrease in comments lately.. so if you have any suggestions, throw them my way.. I'll attempt to write about ANYTHING... theres a challenge for ya! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace out y'all.. and have a wonderful weekend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113725248294219566?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113725248294219566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113725248294219566&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113725248294219566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113725248294219566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/01/same-ole-not-so-same-ole.html' title='Same &apos;ole, not so same &apos;ole'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113646923653044197</id><published>2006-01-05T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T05:54:47.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clap, clap your hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Howdy y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hand if you think it should be against the law to be at work at 7:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bark like a dog if you think everyone should be able to sleep until at least 10:30 a.m. every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomp your feet if you want Sarah to lose five pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've got you looking completely silly.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday all... 12 more hours til bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Oh, and CONGRATULATIONS to the UT football team.. Especially Vince Young.. Great win guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113646923653044197?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113646923653044197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113646923653044197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113646923653044197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113646923653044197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/01/clap-clap-your-hands.html' title='Clap, clap your hands'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113612732916263814</id><published>2006-01-01T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T07:02:45.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long update.. You asked for it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So today is my first day'off' in just about forever and I chose to spend it sleeping in -- problem is, I forgot to tell that to the mutt. Oh yes, he &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; wake me up at 7:26 am to let him out. Yes, he sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess since I am awake [read: WIDE awake] I should update you on what has been going on in my lovely life lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, Mike was &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;. He really does listen to me when I point out things in the store that I would never really buy for myself but would love to own. He remembers it and when I am at work or out he goes back to the store and gets it. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what my darling husband got me for Christmas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gucci.com/us/product-shots/us-english/us/fw05_hb_145812_F4FON_9791.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.gucci.com/us/product-shots/us-english/us/fw05_hb_145812_F4FON_9791.asp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the exact picture, but isn't it pretty?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's totally a keeper. I told him a few times 'Honey, my purse is falling apart.. I think it is time to throw this 'ol thing away.' I thought about WalMart or a Target special.... NOTHING like what he got for me.. I wouldn't ever have expected that -- not ever. I am simply amazed. I take it just about everywhere and hold onto it for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of our new mountain bikes :) They are bad-ass.. If you have the chance, get one -- you won't regret it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/mountain%20bike%20-%20mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/mountain%20bike%20-%20mike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The blue one is Mike's... The yellow is mine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/mountain%20bike%20-%20sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/mountain%20bike%20-%20sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&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;I seriously have the &lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt; husband on the planet. Who would want to do nice things for me like this?! I've never known anyone that would do anything for me.. It's nice to know that I don't ever have to worry about things or question his intentions. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with all of that.. we went to a New Orleans/San Antonio Saints football game at the Alamodome on Christmas Eve.. Mike, my mom, my bro, sis-in-law and I went and had the greatest seats! Hey ref, I can see your freckles! (tee hee) Here are a few more pictures.. All taken with my stupid piece of sh*t phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/football%20game%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/football%20game%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/football%20game%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/football%20game%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/football%20game.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/football%20game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spurs game was great too! We went on Thursday.. Feels like so long ago......................... They won, in case you were curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for recreational activities.. but there's oh-so-much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful world of Land Rover San Antonio has kept me &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; busy. I've been working 7a.m. - 6:30p.m. shifts for a week and a have and I have been busy every second of every shift. I wrote service (don't laugh) and set up major appointments for the whole month of January. Wow. What a rush. I am almost afraid to go back to work and be bored off of my ass all day because I just sit in the office and write a few tickets. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning (early) and checked my phone -- Mike is at work today so I always try to check it whenever I can -- and I had a drunk dial voice message. I wish I knew how to attach it to this blog entry, but I am a little deficient in my computer skills when it comes to that. I just want to say how incredibly much Ii love getting drunk dial messages. They are always so random and hilarious. I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wide awake and bored.. Guess I'll flip through the channels til I can doze off again -- thanks Ty.. Thank you for waking my lazy booty up before 8 o'clock on New Years Day. What a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; dog. [Guess it's not too big of a deal.. If I sleep all day I won't get anything accomplished.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still reading? Wow. Here's a little reward.. This is Ty's Christmas outfit.. What a stud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/ty%20in%20a%20tie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's enough for now.. Thanks for checking up on me :) And Happy New Year to y'all! Stay safe, Live life as it comes, and never let a day go by without telling your loved ones how much you love them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113612732916263814?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113612732916263814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113612732916263814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113612732916263814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113612732916263814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-update-you-asked-for-it.html' title='Long update.. You asked for it!'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113582556679537487</id><published>2005-12-28T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T19:08:23.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics and what-not</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/Christmas%20Party"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/Christmas%20Party%20%2705%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Here are a few pictures of the house when we set up for the party... I guess I didn't take as many pictures as I thought that night -- none of them have any people in it!! Guess that is what happens when you're the hostess.. About 60 people showed up and so far, I haven't heard one bad thing about that night other than from those who partook a little too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/Christmas%20Party"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/Christmas%20Party%20%2705%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/Christmas%20Party"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/Christmas%20Party%20%2705%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/Christmas%20Party"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/Christmas%20Party%20%2705%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. there &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; people there!! If anyone else has pictures from that night, let me know.. I'll post them (with permission)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been working my booty off -- writing service all week.. Yep.. &lt;u&gt;writing service&lt;/u&gt;. I love it, most of the time -- wish the hours were a little more forgiving and the scheduling was caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can say for now -- battery on the laptop is inching towards death.. And my booty is too lazy to climb the mountain of stairs to retreive the charger. Too bad kiddos! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time..... EAT THE CARROTS YOUR MOM PUTS ON YOUR PLATE. What wise words. (Much props to Josh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113582556679537487?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113582556679537487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113582556679537487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113582556679537487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113582556679537487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/12/pics-and-what-not.html' title='pics and what-not'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113565202898709323</id><published>2005-12-26T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T18:53:49.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry ho ho ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wow, what a crazy couple of weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Christmas has come and gone and so much has happened that I really just don't know where to start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I guess I could mention that I have the best husband in the world. I mean the whole. entire. world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You know how sometimes in life you have something that you just really need.. something that you really want or need and you think that if you just work hard enough, you can get it for yourself? I found that being married sometimes means that you can truly open up and share the things that you want for yourself (even if you don't expect anything in return but an open ear). Mike and I had the most wonderful Christmas -- he really showed me a side of him that makes me know that when we are 80 and are giving each other gummy, toothless kisses that things are going to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;On a side note: I love knowing that I am safe from getting a polka dotted hula skirt or florescent automobile lighting for Christmas.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;What was on the menu for Christmas? Holy mountain bikes Batman!! Man, they are soooo cool. You really would think, with me being a twenty-something female and fairly insecure about my body, that I would freak out about getting a piece of exercise equipment for a holiday gift, but actually I am quite elated. Mike completely floored me last week when he came home from tutoring and had them "parked" in the laundry room!! [Heck yes I rode it in the house -- sorry mom] Every day since he gave it to me, we have hit the road.. literally -- and my arse is bruised and sore from the seat. Totally worth it. Totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So Christmas Eve I got up fairly early and went to Mike's dad's house and dropped of some gifts.. then headed off to the New Orleans Saints football game (Antowain Smith is a new customer of mine by the way!! -- and he totally rocked that day!)... After the game, my bro, sis-in-law and I went to dinner with my dad and then went to the fire station to see Mike .. He worked Christmas Eve.. all day. all night. Bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay, I know this entry is all over the place, but I wanted to make sure to get an update in - work with me folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So Christmas day Mike came home from his shift and we slept for a few hours.. Then I went downstairs and made us all breakfast -- can you say pancakes, bacon and eggs?!! Just call me Sarah Crocker! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;After breakfast -- we waited for Chris and Syd to come over and boy did we have a good time! When we all get together its such a hoot. I love my family. I love my family. I love my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;All in all.... I have been away from my blog for a good reason -- Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love this season, and go nuts whenever it comes around; not to mention that I am attached at the hip with my husband...... La la la :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Did I mention I am a service advisor for the next week? Oh hell yea -- I kind of rock. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So thats it for tonight -- I will try to post some pictures later of whats been going on. no promises though! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I hope y'all all had a wonderful holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;-- Peace Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113565202898709323?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113565202898709323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113565202898709323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113565202898709323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113565202898709323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-ho-ho-ho.html' title='Merry ho ho ho'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113465534998743689</id><published>2005-12-15T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T06:02:30.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Company Siesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hubby brought me to work this morning.. gosh we have such a great time together! Normally I would be a total grump in the morning, but we really haven't seen too much of each other lately, so it was kind of exciting to be able to hang out with him :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We jammed out to the radio and got some breakfast before I had to head in -- gosh how I wish I could hang out with him all day long!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight is the Christmas party for my work and I am super STOKED! Maybe after we will go out on the town.. Who knows where the night will take us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's all for now, I am leaving work early tonight to 'work the door' so I need to make sure I get all of my stuff done.. Gotta get! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace out :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Senorita Sarita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113465534998743689?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113465534998743689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113465534998743689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113465534998743689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113465534998743689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/12/company-siesta.html' title='Company Siesta'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113458997200463759</id><published>2005-12-14T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:54:07.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My poor college friends are super stressed because of finals..... Sorry guys! It'll be over soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, back at the ranch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two energy drinks today and I am acting like a crazy person on speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113458997200463759?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113458997200463759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113458997200463759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113458997200463759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113458997200463759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/12/wheeeee.html' title='Wheeeee'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113425182821213892</id><published>2005-12-10T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T13:57:08.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/happy%20birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/happy%20birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Happy Birthday Shaggy!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my big brothers 27th birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;We are all heading out to dinner tonight to celebrate and get him drunk (Hee hee!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After dinner Mike and I are going to a party at Dustin (Boy)'s casa..then who knows.. I think Mike wants to go to some bars or dancing and whatnot... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's sure to be a good time.!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good thing I don't work tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace y'all and be safe this weekend.&lt;/strong&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/10138242-113425182821213892?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113425182821213892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113425182821213892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113425182821213892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113425182821213892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/12/work-blues.html' title='Work Blues'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113405525318416100</id><published>2005-12-08T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T07:47:11.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa Numa, blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know some of y'all have already seen this video, but holy chit -- it's got to be the funniest thing I have ever seen on the internet. Please enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://funbumper.com/video/NumaNuma.wmv" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;--- Got the song stuck in your head yet? (You're welcome!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;In other news, I am off today (They actually &lt;u&gt;told&lt;/u&gt; me not to go in to work today) Turns out that they are changing my schedule from Monday-Friday to Tuesday-Saturday.... I won't get bummed til I've worked it a few weeks, but so far it just seems like I will be off every Monday -- which kinda rocks.. And I still have my Saturday evenings.. Who knows, I may love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Today however, I am tucked under a mountain of blankets and plan to stay here for quite a while - Mike is at work until 7 tomorrow morning so I've got nothing to do. Maybe I'll go running on the treadmill... Maybe I'll eat some leftover pizza (I am leaning towards the pizza for sure) But I will definately be staying inside.. Who would have thought last week when it was 75 degrees and beautiful that we would be dealing with sleet, rain, ice, freezing temperatures and a crazy good chance of snow?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Texas is bizarre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ok, back to the work thing (which I am sure all two that read this are quite tired of hearing about).. I have a new position at work -- a promotion of sorts -- which keeps me happy, for the most part, and pays the [read: &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;] bills. Yesterday was one of those days, however, that I felt that my job position could be squashed at any time. I felt like the big boss was gonna give me the boot - and he still could, at any moment, decide that he doesn't want to pay someone to do what I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;What is it that i &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;. you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I am the Land Rover liason, of sorts. I pretty much get to do all of the work that &lt;em&gt;they'll&lt;/em&gt; let me do. all of the work that &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; don't want to do.. and by &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt;, I mean my co-workers. They get busy and get behind, and it's &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; job to help get them caught up so that the customers do not suffer with a long wait for customer service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sure, a lot of my duties go unrecognized and I rarely get thanks for it, but that's NOT why I do it. I love that job with such a passion that I would work there totally and completely for free if they would let me.. I would go in every second that the dealership was open and work just as hard. &lt;u&gt;I love working there&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lately however, I have been up to my nostrils in overtime.. and they don't like it.. overtime means they have to pay time and a half, which I know any company wouldn't want to do for an extended period of time.. so I will get a day off during the week (today being that day). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Okay, enough work talk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;We are getting ready to have a Christmas party (of sorts) here at the casa!! More info to come in a later post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am going to go back to bed.. What a perfect day to sleep through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a super day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, and happy holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113405525318416100?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113405525318416100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113405525318416100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113405525318416100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113405525318416100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/12/numa-numa-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Numa Numa, blah blah blah'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113375220943662439</id><published>2005-12-04T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:10:09.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/angel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's that time of year!! Call me Sarah Griswald! :) Happy Holidays everybody! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/noel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/noel1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/noel2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/noel3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113375220943662439?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113375220943662439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113375220943662439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113375220943662439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113375220943662439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113346570308047563</id><published>2005-12-01T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:35:03.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good afternoon monkeys!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another slow day at work and I have found myself walking around bothering my fellow employees so I am resorting to annoying you!! *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is coming to work to take me to lunch -- woo hoo!! It amazes me how much I have been missing him lately.. Crazy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I will go get some work done before he comes in.. Talk to y'all soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kate... whats going on with the blogging? no more updates?! That's just not allowed to happen. We need KATE!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all have a great day now ya hear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113346570308047563?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113346570308047563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113346570308047563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113346570308047563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113346570308047563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-afternoon-monkeys-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113328970566300093</id><published>2005-11-29T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:41:45.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Mike's ojos</title><content type='html'>Weird how two people can have such a great time in the middle of a Texas Med Clinic in the middle of the morning on a Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty crowded, with a pretty long wait.. but it really didn't seem to bother us.. I actually didn't &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to come back to work.. Odd huh?&lt;br /&gt;Despite the pink eye, Mike was in a pretty great mood..&lt;br /&gt;When we left the clinic, we went to Walgreens to pick up his meds.... You guessed it... they are the exact same drops that I was prescribed for my eye when i had my corneal ulceration (see previous post)... I still have those drops and thought about using them, but I just can't take that chance with someone's eyes -- especially his.. (although maybe if his eyesight was impaired in some way, I could get away with gaining a few extra pounds) hee hee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. I am back at work (working super hard, as you can probably tell) waiting for six oclock when I can go home and check on my hubby again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note... has anyone started to put up Christmas decorations at their house?? Seems that my mother has turned into Mrs. Griswald.. I love Christmas.. I think I now know where I got it from.  We have lights in the front yard trees, the lightpole, on the house - special LED edition lights, gift bags with lights, gift boxes with light that open and close on their own... It's totally amazing.. I love Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have talked Corina (the other girl in the office) into listening to Christmas music on the radio.. I wonder how long it will be before she regrets that decision..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace out! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113328970566300093?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113328970566300093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113328970566300093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113328970566300093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113328970566300093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/11/update-on-mikes-ojos.html' title='Update on Mike&apos;s ojos'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113327099167178909</id><published>2005-11-29T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T05:29:51.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike has pink eye :(</title><content type='html'>Mike has pink eye.. i feel so help-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he wanted to go to the clinic this morning but he said that it didnt even open until eight and that I should go into work.. I think I should have stayed home :( I feel terrible that I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that Mike &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; asks to go to the doctor - &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after the girls show up around nine I will sneak out to take him in. He can't even open his eye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get to work if I am going to take a couple hours off today to get my hubby back to his normal, two-eyed-seein' self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113327099167178909?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113327099167178909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113327099167178909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113327099167178909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113327099167178909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/11/mike-has-pink-eye.html' title='Mike has pink eye :('/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113304625863109617</id><published>2005-11-26T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T15:24:26.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work-nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so I am now entering my 60th hour of work for the week.. and I think I am beginning to feel the anticipation of a whole day off. 24 hours of being with my husband and mutt putting up Christmas decorations, sleeping late, doing whatever. I am so ready for a break.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I know what you're going to say... "Sarah, you just had a whole day off on Thursday for Thanksgiving"..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wrong-o buck-o&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was up by 8am Thursday to help my mom in the kitchen [side note: The memories that we shared that morning will live in my heart forever.. All mothers and daughters should prepare at least &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; Thanksgiving meal together]. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After we made the meal, people started showing up.. a small gathering, but it was perfect for us. So we ate and then we cleaned. Then we began the parade around town to everyone else's houses and eating and eating and eating. I was full by three oclock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike got called into work for the 7p-7a shift that night, so my mom and I decided to brave Garden Ridge to find some outdoor Christmas decorations.. that was an adventure in itself! I have never seen so many grown adults going bonkers over three foot plastic santa cluase's in my entire life! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other than all of that, my life is pretty normal.. things are settling down at home and I am starting to think that things &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; actually turn out okay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only time will tell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As for my job... I am a total work-nerd. I have literally been here every hour that this place has been open this week (with the exception of Thanksgiving Day) and they will literally have to drag me out (again, because they do everyday at closing) tonight because I really love it here. I love the people, the customers, the work, the &lt;em&gt;everything.&lt;/em&gt; I would do this every week if I could. (See, I &lt;em&gt;told&lt;/em&gt; you I am a work-nerd. -- Even Corina says so :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now i s'pose! Leave me some love.. and have a wonderful remainder of your weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113304625863109617?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113304625863109617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113304625863109617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113304625863109617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113304625863109617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/11/work-nerd.html' title='Work-nerd'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113289134053049221</id><published>2005-11-24T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:03:51.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy T-day Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really wish that I had enough energy to write more than I am about to, because I have been having some of the most unbelievable life moments lately, but......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/snoozing%20feet.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/snoozing%20feet.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I blame it on the triptophen. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/snoozing%20feet.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/400/snoozing%20feet.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come after I sleep off the turkey. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I hope you spent it doing what makes you happy -- whatever that may be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Much love to y'all.. (give me a break, I live in Texas!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G'night!&lt;/strong&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/10138242-113289134053049221?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113289134053049221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113289134053049221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113289134053049221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113289134053049221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-t-day-yall.html' title='Happy T-day Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113271866675194446</id><published>2005-11-22T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T20:04:26.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was a post on a friends website... Until she says I can reveal who she is, this brilliant person shall remain anonymous.... But i hope she knows that this quote means more to me than she will know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am unlike any other woman you will ever meet.. i will love you harder than you can imagine and i will hurt you in ways not thought possible...i will live life knowing that it is fleeting....i will change my mind often for no reason at all....i will pretend to know passion until you teach me...i will be full of immense joy and just as much pain...i will be just beyond your reach and always in your arms...i will run and you may not catch me..i will be the most simple girl you ever met and i will be the most complicated...i will demand things from you that you may not be able to deliver and i will not forgive you if you can...i will be unrelenting...i will not understand that you see my beauty because i do not see it....i will break your heart and you will hurt like i do...and together we will continue..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for this post. You would not believe how much it has touched my heart -- it is &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; in every sense of the word. Thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113271866675194446?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113271866675194446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113271866675194446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113271866675194446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113271866675194446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-was-post-on-friends-website.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113154562704615752</id><published>2005-11-09T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T06:13:47.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So things are back to different again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not entirely sure what I mean by that.. but after last night I can guarantee that I have lost a part of me that I thought that I had complete control over. I am a weak, naive person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I just wish that I could look ahead and see where things will go.. If I could, I wouldn't tell a soul. I just want to know if I am making the right decisions and if those decisions are going to shape me into the person I know that I am. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If this was the worst decision of my life, I will never -- ever -- forget it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am exhausted. I have to run today, then go to work til forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave some love -- I could &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; use it today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113154562704615752?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113154562704615752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113154562704615752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113154562704615752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113154562704615752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/11/bits.html' title='Bits'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113137128241997884</id><published>2005-11-07T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T07:57:23.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterdale '05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was the big event... 146 people, 52 off roading vehicles.. a 500-acre ranch in Sisterdale, Texas.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a total BLAST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are so many things that I could say about yesterday, but they all just boil down to the fact that yesterday was one of the better days that I have had lately.. and I think that's all I need to say about that..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The guys at work are really good to me..... I don't know if they are truly trying to get to know me.. Maybe one is for sure.. but I don't know if it matters much if they are just humoring me.. I like 'em.. they're a good group of guys and seem to really care about each other.. I need a closer circle of friends.. a circle like &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alarm just went off, you know what that means......... Time to get my fat ass out of bed and go running. Again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Wish I could run on that ranch!!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just so you know, Kyle won the race -- damn those freakin' long legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Edit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Corina sent this quote to me in an e-mail and I just think it's too important to not share. So here it goes.. Get out of it what you can.. It meant more to me than she knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.&lt;br /&gt;You will have your heart broken probably more than once -- it's harder every time.&lt;br /&gt;You'll break hearts too.&lt;br /&gt;You'll fight with your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.&lt;br /&gt;You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt - because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks Corina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ciao, friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Time to go to work.....................................day 8 of 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113137128241997884?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113137128241997884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113137128241997884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113137128241997884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113137128241997884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/11/sisterdale-05.html' title='Sisterdale &apos;05'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113120325668601296</id><published>2005-11-05T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T07:07:36.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine in '09</title><content type='html'>I think that a few of you know that I am probably the most self conscious person on the planet... by far. So last night came as a total shock to me when I was confident!! I felt so great about being me and I knew that nothing more was expected but to just have fun and be myself; it was a long time coming, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling that when you walk into a room people actually acknowledge you instead of passing you right by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the "Wine in '09" Festival... I was a little hesitant to go because I am not a huge wine drinker, but golly gee did we have fun! It was set up in Lincoln Heights (now do you get the '09 part?) in the shopping center.. outside... (thought THAT was weird) But you go to the booth, get your drinking glass, a red bull and a bottled water and make your way through tables and tables and tables and tables of wine after wine after wine after wine.... I think you get the point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Ernest there.. He used to be my personal trainer, and we bump into each other at least every few months and catch up on life.. He used to be a wine distributor (I think) and was there with his boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sufficiently fuzzy when we stumbled across a table that we had seen before and began to make friends with the pourers... turns out that one of them used to work for a company that had a table on the other side of the 'fest. We made sure to use this to our full advantage. To make a very long story short... we conned our way to two bottles of wine... BOTTLES. Wow, we are GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left... as if we weren't drunk enough, we stopped by to see Warren... He's our favorite bartender -- and only works about two minutes from the 'fest.. He was very happy to see us, the bar was pretty close to empty.. So we chatted there, had some food.. some more drinks, and then made our way home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds pretty uneventful, but come on.. a 23 year old at a wine tasting festival in an outside parking lot next to an H-E-B on a Friday night? I think that is a recipe for a good 'ole time for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely surprised that I am alive this morning.. and actually contemplating a run before I have to go into work this afternoon.. Speaking of which, tomorrow is the big event.. so I'm working 12 days straight.. today is day number 6. we have over 150 people signed up to go and I am the hostess.... I am WAY excited... Tomorrow, they WILL see a hard-working side of me that they have never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will spend the day preparing for tomorrow.. Getting everything set up and easing the minds of hyped up customers and employess who havent dont it before. I am da woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, that's all. Gonna go get in a quick run before all of that starts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this weekend is treating y'all well!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEEEEEEEEEEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113120325668601296?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113120325668601296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113120325668601296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113120325668601296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113120325668601296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/11/wine-in-09.html' title='Wine in &apos;09'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113104005026359259</id><published>2005-11-03T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:47:30.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No phones + No computer = No work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knew today would be interesting as soon as I opened my eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I ran.. did my normal morning routine... but when I got to work, everything went into bizarro mode. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The phones are down, the computer system (not the internet, but the system we use to do ALL of our business) crashed.. Being a receptionist, this really kind of made me smile. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I love what I do and where I work, but it's kind of funy, when you consider that the centre manager is now gone, the finance guy is out, we have a total of ONE salesperson on the floor, one person in the service department no cashier, and then theres me.. It is rediculous. Utterly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know long this place can last like this.. It is truly falling apart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess that's all for now. I am going to go chat with the only two people who showed up for work today. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It sounds bad to say, but this kind of day is exactly what I needed. I am having a hell of a day today. I could do a cartwheel. Maybe I will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Told you this is an interesting day!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113104005026359259?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113104005026359259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113104005026359259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113104005026359259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113104005026359259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-phones-no-computer-no-work.html' title='No phones + No computer = No work'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113085753732231619</id><published>2005-11-01T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T07:06:21.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible, Terrible Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I sit alone and wonder what my life would be like if I were a bird...I could just fly around up in the big blue sky and make a home wherever I chose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's never that easy though. It is never THAT easy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am an effin' mess. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes folks, things in Sarah world are about to get even more upside-down.. and its all my fault.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I ask is that you keep standing beside me.. even though I may not know how to show my gratitude, know that it is there and I will make it through - because of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, again, this may be my last post for a while (or maybe a big one will follow) -- you can never really tell.. So keep with me.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Terrible Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&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/10138242-113085753732231619?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113085753732231619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113085753732231619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113085753732231619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113085753732231619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/11/terrible-terrible-tuesday.html' title='Terrible, Terrible Tuesday'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113066428324578111</id><published>2005-10-30T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T01:26:08.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G'night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;The party was KILLER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was precisely what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you kiddos had a marvelous time with whatever you chose to do this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113066428324578111?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113066428324578111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113066428324578111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113066428324578111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113066428324578111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/10/gnight.html' title='G&apos;night'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113063901219080461</id><published>2005-10-29T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T19:25:10.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/pre-honeymoon%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/pre-honeymoon%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/pre-honeymoon%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/pre-honeymoon%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/pre-honeymoon%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/pre-honeymoon%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy Folks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to head out to Kyle's party, but I didn't want to leave you blog-less -- so here you go.. Here are some pictures from date weekend with Mike :) -- I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. -- Don't forget to change your clocks tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/pre-honeymoon%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/pre-honeymoon%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/pre-honeymoon%20025.jpg" 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/10138242-113063901219080461?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113063901219080461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113063901219080461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113063901219080461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113063901219080461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/10/picture-update.html' title='Picture update'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113042850479871298</id><published>2005-10-27T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T08:55:04.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better day?</title><content type='html'>Today i was promised something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I was promised that I would have a better day today than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I sure hope so, I can't take much more days like yesterday.. I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one know anyway, that today will be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that, I have to get back to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments people.. COMMENTS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113042850479871298?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113042850479871298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113042850479871298&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113042850479871298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113042850479871298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/10/better-day_27.html' title='Better day?'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-113042850018450372</id><published>2005-10-27T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T08:55:00.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better day?</title><content type='html'>Today i was promised something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I was promised that I would have a better day today than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I sure hope so, I can't take much more days like yesterday.. I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one know anyway, that today will be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that, I have to get back to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments people.. COMMENTS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-113042850018450372?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/113042850018450372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=113042850018450372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113042850018450372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/113042850018450372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/10/better-day.html' title='Better day?'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-112999384753523272</id><published>2005-10-22T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T08:11:55.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ok so I forgot my password to blogger.. and I had been trying every possible combination of previous passwords unwil I finally gave up. Thank goodness for the "forgot password" link, or I'd be sunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So that is one of the main reasons for my absense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now that &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is cleared up, how about an update?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Things were touch and go for a while.. and I have been on a serious emotional elevator. I was blissfully happy, but seriously depressed. It has been the most bizarre few weeks of my life. I am glad they are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So I dropped out of school, for now, and am looking for myself. Looking isn't as easy as you might think -- where do you start? who do you talk to? What life changes do you make in order to become who you truly were meant to become? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Setting these questions aside, I just dove right in - - sans help - - and did everything, and I do mean &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; just for &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;. It was something I had never done before.. I was always that generous girl who never took time for her own needs, never really cared about how others really saw her, never really took time to pay attention to her own life.. But now, I know.. I know that I need time for me. I need to pay attention to the fact that I don't get enough of this or that. I need to have wants that can't be fullfilled by others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The most important part of all of this is that I learned that I need to be &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. It sounds completely rediculous and juvenile, but honestly.. how can anyone love you for who you really are if you don't even have a clue what that really is..? How can you fall in love with a person who doesn't know what they want from life, how to live, or how to want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I have decided, after all of this, that I am not going to be that girl that everyone wants me to be.. and I know that thinking this is OKAY. I know that people have seen the me that I am trying to be and they love me or don't because of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; and for no other reason. I wish everyone did. I wish the people that I love the most in this world could see me the way that these few people have had the chance to see me, because I feel that I am becoming a beautiful, strong, independent, caring, giving person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aside from all of this heavy stuff.. I wanted y'all to know that Mike and I are going to be ok. We are getting back to where we were -- it's not easy, but we are both working with each other to figure out where things went wrong and attempting to correct it. We are headed downtown to stay at a posh riverwalk hotel for the day/night and leaving our cell phones (and all other forms or contact) behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tomorrow, we are all headed out to Fredericksberg.. I've never been, but we've all wanted to... I'll give you an update on it when we get back.. Maybe even some pictures (We've borrowed a spiffy new digital camera).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;That's about all for now folks, thanks for coming back, even though I haven't been the greatest blogger hostess lately.. I hope you'll understand that the internet wasn't exactly top priority for the past couple of weeks (something is more important than the internet?!?!) So thanks for the blogger loyalty. I'll definately be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tchau Friends!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-112999384753523272?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/112999384753523272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=112999384753523272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112999384753523272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112999384753523272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/10/sarah-update.html' title='Sarah Update'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-112977182812893781</id><published>2005-10-19T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T18:30:28.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone miss me?</title><content type='html'>Anyone miss me? ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-112977182812893781?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/112977182812893781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=112977182812893781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112977182812893781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112977182812893781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/10/anyone-miss-me.html' title='Anyone miss me?'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-112848274744847072</id><published>2005-10-04T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:25:47.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is the new worst day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I feel more alone by the minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Why can't time stand still while I figure out what the hell is going on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The world that I knew is upside down, the people who mean the most to me are now the people that hate me the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-112848274744847072?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/112848274744847072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=112848274744847072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112848274744847072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112848274744847072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-new-worst-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-112843855999443741</id><published>2005-10-04T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T08:09:20.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another lovely day in paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-112843855999443741?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/112843855999443741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=112843855999443741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112843855999443741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112843855999443741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-lovely-day-in-paradise.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-112812902316919555</id><published>2005-09-30T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:11:08.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Okay.. so I haven't posted in a few days. Most of you that read this don't understand why -- and I am not entirely sure that I am ready to talk about it. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As far as those of you who have been there for me in this recent dramatical life changing event, I can't say enough thanks. And as this whole thing unfolds, I hope you continue to put up with me, because even though I don't say that I need it, its always nice to know that there's a friendly ear just a phone call away. So thanks. A million. and a half. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As far as everything else goes, I've been hanging out more with the people at work and really letting them into my life. I needed to do that. They are so powerful and giving. I love the people in my life, even the ones who aren't necessarily happy with me right now. I love them all. I love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Syd is on her way over.. we are going to go out for drinks and what not, so who knows where the night will take us...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If you're itching for a beer, come join us! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;G'night. and Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-112812902316919555?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/112812902316919555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=112812902316919555&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112812902316919555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112812902316919555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/09/thanks-friends.html' title='Thanks friends!'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-112778048644968056</id><published>2005-09-26T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:21:26.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not post for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-112778048644968056?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/112778048644968056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=112778048644968056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112778048644968056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112778048644968056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-are-not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-112775916622500549</id><published>2005-09-26T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T11:30:38.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No real post.. here are some funny pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/bart.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/armygay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/beerbabies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/Blowjob.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/babyfight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/ambulance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/badtothebone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/blowup.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/cant_teach_men.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/cleaning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/colgate.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/crazy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img height="408" src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/dalmatin.gif" width="546" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/deranged.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/heaster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/heavensdoor.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/handsintheair.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/kickmehitler.jpg" /&gt;And finally.........&lt;img height="410" src="http://www.onzin.nl/3991/pictures/male.jpg" width="546" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now folks. Hope you got in a few laughs.&lt;/strong&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/10138242-112775916622500549?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/112775916622500549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=112775916622500549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112775916622500549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112775916622500549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/09/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-112765857435752425</id><published>2005-09-25T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T07:29:34.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things are so upside down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am in a downward spiral -- spinning out of control. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can someone turn it off??&lt;/strong&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/10138242-112765857435752425?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/112765857435752425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=112765857435752425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112765857435752425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112765857435752425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-are-so-upside-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-112759083538821396</id><published>2005-09-24T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:40:35.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have come to the realization this morning that I have gained weight. Not just a cute little few pounds, but weight like uncomfortable in my skin type of weight. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It makes me sad that I let myself get so unhappy with my body. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To make things worse, I let myself see the way people really look at me - and I don't like it, not one bit. I know the way people used to look at me before.. they would say things that really lifted up my spirit like "Wow! You are so skinny!" or sometimes not say anything at all, you could just see it in their eyes. It's not there anymore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How depressing. I've gained five pounds, lost ALL of my tone,  and it has completely changed my outlook on life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw an old friend of mine this morning, and she looked AMAZING. She has always been beautiful, I have ALWAYS been jealous of her. And now that she's back in my life I wonder about every inch of my skin. I feel FAT. UGLY. and FAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sure, I could get off my ass and do something about it, but I make too many excuses.. I have work and school and papers to write and a husband to be near. Too many things get in the way that I would rather do than sweat to lose those five extra pounds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel FAT. UGLY. and FAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-112759083538821396?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/112759083538821396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=112759083538821396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112759083538821396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112759083538821396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-come-to-realization-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-112751262723365101</id><published>2005-09-23T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T15:01:25.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyrus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/cyrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/cyrus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I found this hilarious picture on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.collegehumor.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; and I think it looks JUST like Cyrus!! Let me see if I can find his real picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, don't have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why did I make you wait? Heck. I don't know -- but thanks for your patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-112751262723365101?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/112751262723365101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=112751262723365101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112751262723365101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112751262723365101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/09/cyrus.html' title='Cyrus?'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-112744287105529685</id><published>2005-09-22T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:35:22.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty house, do-re-mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/daisies1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/daisies1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/empty%20bed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again they called him in. I am now very alone. The house seems so empty when nobody's here. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't get me wrong... I love my husband, but being alone sure is nice sometimes. It gives me the change to do the things that I normally wouldn't when people can watch. Take tonight for example. After I knew for sure that there wasn't anyone home, I stripped down naked and took my second shower of the evening, this time to the tune of a blasted radio and spiffy, slippery dance moves. I can really rock out in the shower. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After serenading myself, I continued to roll around on the floor, fully clothed this time, with the mutt. We talked to each other and he bit my leg - I guess I only &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; I knew Ty-talk. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So now it's only but about 9:30, and I am pretty 'effin exhausted. It actually crossed my mind to turn off the t.v. and the radio so I could get in some decent sleep -- we &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; know &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; won't happen. Good thought though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyhow, I guess the secret is out.. I sing in the shower.. In the car too. Give me a good radio station in the morning or on my way home and I could sing straight through rush hour traffic. I'm &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; into music. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yea, my book count so far is 10.. 23 more to go before Tuesday the 27th. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate reading.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow I work from 7am til 3, then I have a meeting at the store.. I will be volunteering for a few hours too at the relief site. It'll be a long day. If you want, leave some love and I'll get back to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way.. my penile enlargement process is going most excellently. Thanks for asking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/daisies.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/daisies.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G'night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/daisies.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-112744287105529685?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/112744287105529685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=112744287105529685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112744287105529685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112744287105529685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/09/empty-house-do-re-mi.html' title='Empty house, do-re-mi'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-112735939000356602</id><published>2005-09-21T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:24:10.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind of a night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/jorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/320/jorge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/770/1600/jorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay so I read the book... and I wrote the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put snazzy pictures in it and everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I over did this paper -- but I am not entirely sure what the prof wanted in the first place. Screw it. I want an A. Why don't &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; people put this much effort into their papers? It's not like I really have the time to devote to this "Jorge" business, and I spent hours writing about the horrible poems and whiney cultural stereotypes I was forced to write about.. And you'd better believe I wrote about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I am sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike just got called in to work - turns out the hurricane situation is worse than any of us had imagined. He will be gone for a few days. This SUCKS. They are sending him to PORT LAVACA! Like EXACTLY where the stupid hurricane is supposed to hit. He just left. Holy cripes I am nervous for him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not only that, but it turns out that my mom's trip to Colorado (with a stop in east Texas) is still on the agenda. This means that she will be flying in the hurricane infested Texas skies this weekend when Rita is due to make her grand appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I downplayed this hurricane because I felt that the weather people, mayor, and governor were out to make Texas look better than Mississippi and Louisiana in response time and relief efforts. Guess I was wrong. Really wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So my mom has made sure that I have bottled water, a battery-operated radio, flashlights, etc... which of course means that nothing will happen here, right? ....... RIGHT?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of this action makes me hella paranoid. Someone set my wandering mind at ease.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep your prayers close to you this evening, make them meaningful and heartfelt. Say them with your children and your pets. Say them, Please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-112735939000356602?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/112735939000356602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=112735939000356602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112735939000356602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112735939000356602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/09/whirlwind-of-night.html' title='Whirlwind of a night'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-112732532917848636</id><published>2005-09-21T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T10:55:29.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have to read 33 books by a week from yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I went to B&amp;N for a few hours last night and got ten out of the way, but I'm tired of reading. I hate to read. Hate. So this assignment is killing me. I have to read em and write about em and and and. *whine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because of this assignment, I will probably not be updating for a while.. I ALSO, because I have nothing ELSE to do, have a to read a book called &lt;u&gt;My name is Jorge, on both sides of the river&lt;/u&gt;. Compelling. I also have to keep a live journal of my feelings as i read it. I can already tell you that I WILL be faking this assignment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It is due tomorrow. And no, I have not even begun to start to think about beginning to read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And so, folks.. I leave you with this quote.. I found it a while back - maybe I've posted it before.. Beth now has it on her away message and it reminded me of the first day i read it... Here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty,&lt;br /&gt;He said...no.&lt;br /&gt;She asked him if he would want to be with her forever&lt;br /&gt;and he said no.&lt;br /&gt;She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry,&lt;br /&gt;and once again he replied with a no.&lt;br /&gt;She had heard enough.&lt;br /&gt;As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not pretty you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be with you forever, I NEED to be with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...&lt;br /&gt;I'd die..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* BEAUTIFUL. Simply Beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enjoy it kiddos.. I'll write you when I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-112732532917848636?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/112732532917848636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=112732532917848636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112732532917848636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112732532917848636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-to-read-33-books-by-week-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138242.post-112717781022624002</id><published>2005-09-19T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:56:50.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naner naner naner</title><content type='html'>Back from Mexico.. (naner naner naner!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, got &lt;em&gt;loads&lt;/em&gt; of laundry to do.. Gonna peek at Monday Night football &lt;a href="http://www.dallascowboys.com/schedule.cfm"&gt;http://www.dallascowboys.com/schedule.cfm&lt;/a&gt; Cowboys vs. the Redskins..... Woo hoo. It's football season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting back in the real world tomorrow.. Gotta be at work at 7a.m. work till... eh... 3? then school, homework and a paper. Looong day. I'll try to give you an update sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night friends..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138242-112717781022624002?l=sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/feeds/112717781022624002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138242&amp;postID=112717781022624002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112717781022624002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138242/posts/default/112717781022624002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahstringfellow.blogspot.com/2005/09/naner-naner-naner.html' title='naner naner naner'/><author><name>Sarah_String</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11580675169144545712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
