<?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-4098979356517483623</id><updated>2011-09-06T06:32:32.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the time...</title><subtitle type='html'>An exersize in documenting my mundane but busy life. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-8497281925118054101</id><published>2010-12-09T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T10:24:38.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're moving...!</title><content type='html'>...virtually, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog is moving to... &lt;a href="http://sarafindingthetime.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://sarafindingthetime.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll update your favorites, keep clicking on facebook, change your rss feed or whatever you do to be a big part of my little world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-8497281925118054101?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8497281925118054101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=8497281925118054101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/8497281925118054101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/8497281925118054101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2010/12/were-moving.html' title='We&apos;re moving...!'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-3850859741994202118</id><published>2010-12-07T07:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T07:18:53.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the little things</title><content type='html'>There are lots of little things about Chris that bug me. He leaves his whiskers in the sink. He farts in bed and then puts the covers over my head. He refuses to put ANYTHING away EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are definitely little things that I do that bug him. I have a tendency not to wash out my cups right after I use them. My hair gets EVERYWHERE. I speak to Henry in baby talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are a lot of little things Chris does that I love! I was made very aware of that this morning. Chris is currently in Columbus for work. I had to take the dogs out and feed them. I did not give myself extra time and I had to rush to get ready for work. I probably should have shoveled our very snowy driveway as well but I had a SUV and very little time so I just powered through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a big public thank you for the little things Chris does that makes my life a little easier! Below are just a few-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking the dogs out for the last time at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking the dogs out first thing in the morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow blowing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mowing the lawn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making me pancakes with chocolate chips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fixing things that are broken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying me Starbursts for no reason&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writing notes with the aforementioned Starbursts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being totally adorable with our dog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kissing me goodbye in the morning even when I don't wake up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;He's not so bad. I think I'll keep him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547959497596667874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TP5PxMqBB-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/2AmyCrwNDWs/s400/IMG_2573.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-3850859741994202118?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3850859741994202118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=3850859741994202118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/3850859741994202118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/3850859741994202118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-little-things.html' title='It&apos;s the little things'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TP5PxMqBB-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/2AmyCrwNDWs/s72-c/IMG_2573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-1138279903421621695</id><published>2010-12-06T12:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:41:35.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide ya' kids...</title><content type='html'>I saw this today and it made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547671751921322258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TP1KEMe9SRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ixlPkCPcc4I/s400/149149_875348607329_11801590_45815074_135185_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-1138279903421621695?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1138279903421621695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=1138279903421621695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/1138279903421621695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/1138279903421621695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-saw-this-today-and-it-made-me-laugh.html' title='Hide ya&apos; kids...'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TP1KEMe9SRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ixlPkCPcc4I/s72-c/149149_875348607329_11801590_45815074_135185_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-3254218039832612463</id><published>2010-12-02T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:00:59.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the holi-daze! Pt. 1- Thankskegging!</title><content type='html'>Most of us grow up spending the holidays with our families. We all have different traditions- go to grandma's house, family comes to your house or you rotate holidays (like my family). You may see only one side of your family on a given holiday or you may see both. You may combine both sides or do 2 celebrations. Whatever the traditions are, they are your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At some point- usually in your 20's- all that changes. You start dating and suddenly the holidays become a conversation. Are you celebrating together? Are you going to both families or just one? Are we hosting? The more family- the more complicated it gets. Start having babies and you've got a whole other discussion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you create new traditions. Traditions that are yours alone. Those traditions can involved family and friends. And though people you love move away, get married and have kids- the holidays always seem to draw us together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven years ago, Chris and his friends created their own holiday tradition. Thankskegging. The Aces decided in 2004 that it made sense to have a kegger on Thanksgiving weekend because everyone was home! Between Tom's food and the flowing beers- this was tradition that was bound for success. Since then it has become the cornerstone event of the Aces social calendar. I was brought into the fold in 2005. What do I remember of that first Thankskegging? I remember arriving at 10pm- just as the keg ran out. Sober Sara to the rescue! Megan, JT and I went to Giant Eagle and purchased 9 cases of Natty Light. I was 21 and it was the most beer I had ever purchased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the years since, a lot has changed. The Aces have moved more times then I can count. 4/6 are married. 1/6 has kids! Yet, Thankskegging lives on. The crowd is always changing. One year there were 5 aces present- one year only 4. Some years the party goes on late into the night. Some years it clears out early. One year my mother-in-law (before she was my MIL) did a keg stand and a beer bong in the same night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was a rarety. All 6 Aces came together. It was as if time and distance and the complications of life didn't exist. It was just fun. So much fun you would have thought we were college kids instead of adults with families and jobs.  But as adults with families and jobs, we appreciate nights like this so much more. The more life intervenes, the less these nights happen and the more special they are. It makes me smile and it makes me appreciate having such amazing friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I'll remember most from this year?  The # of people who used the term "outdrink the drunk" and the fact that Jill and Susan- the moms of the group- were still at it when the party was  closing down at 2am!  Pure awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5/6 Aces ladies (-Summer)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546175397071708722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TPf5I4R4YjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/S9WULQHZUIk/s400/IMG_4282.jpg" /&gt;The Aces!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546175415968746050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TPf5J-rSSkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JNX7DghG_24/s400/IMG_4284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-3254218039832612463?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3254218039832612463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=3254218039832612463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/3254218039832612463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/3254218039832612463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2010/12/here-comes-holi-daze-pt-1-thankskegging.html' title='Here comes the holi-daze! Pt. 1- Thankskegging!'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TPf5I4R4YjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/S9WULQHZUIk/s72-c/IMG_4282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-8192196302403273640</id><published>2010-11-24T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T10:43:05.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting my just desserts</title><content type='html'>I MADE COOKIES! FROM SCRATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that to many of you that is not a statement that requires all caps or exclamation points. For me it is. I am not a cook...or a baker. I love food. Eating is probably one of my favorite things. But I am not a cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my family, growing up, we did a lot of eating out. I became a conniseour of the mid-level chain restaurants. Applebees, Baker Square, TGI Fridays- I love them all. My mom cooked occasionally- sometimes actual cooking and sometimes something more like 'throw a Stouffers meal in the oven' cooking. I am told it runs in the family. My mom's sister is the same way. And it has moved down the line to me (...and my sister...and my cousins). Gosh, I love eating out. I do cook occasionally but eating out is just SO MUCH EASIER (thank god I have a metabollism that is on my side in this love affair). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for me to make cookies FROM SCRATCH is a big deal. ...I don't know if I have ever baked anything from scratch. My favorite 'homemade' dessert is bundt cake made from boxed devil's food cake and pre-packaged cream cheese frosting (seriously- this is what I ask my mom for on my birthday to this day). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for some reason, I got out my grandma's recipe and decided I was going to make cookies. Oatmeal cookies to be more specific. The recipe was for oatmeal raisin cookies but I can only be so healthy (not that something involving a cup of butter is ever healthy) so instead of raisins I used chocolate and butterscotch chips. YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, last night I got out my recipe and my ingredients and I was ready to go. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543928335631999666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TO_9csGRYrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ux28JU31bC0/s400/IMG_4241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, I would have been ready if I had any cinnamon. PREP FAIL. But I would not be deterred. Enter SUPER CHRIS to save the day! He stopped by Giant Eagle on his way home and procured the very neccesary cinnamon ---but not without quoting Strongbad (Strongbad:'I didn't know you had to shave.' Homestar Runner: 'I don't, it's cinnamon.') I digress... Moral of the story- Cinnamon purchased. On with the show. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543928904644447458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TO_99z1aTOI/AAAAAAAAAII/DMOlV7rctZ4/s200/IMG_4243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall - it was really easy! I almost put in half as much butter as neccesary but double checked my measurements when the recipe said "blend until creamy" and the mess in my bowl looked like a granola bar before it gets formed. Crisis averted! I have to say- the raw cookie dough with the oatmeal didn't look especially appetizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543929217353216114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TO_-QAw_cHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yP6POkuxW6c/s200/IMG_4244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they baked up beautifully! I didn't even burn them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543930100774794946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TO__DbxG9sI/AAAAAAAAAIY/95xJNzUllBg/s320/IMG_4245.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention they taste amazing?? They totally do.  If you are nice to me, I might give you some.  I'm pretty proud and who knows, maybe I'll do it again soon! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543930104441267394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TO__DpbQ5MI/AAAAAAAAAIg/0dkpojwstnY/s320/IMG_4247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-8192196302403273640?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8192196302403273640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=8192196302403273640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/8192196302403273640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/8192196302403273640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-my-just-desserts.html' title='Getting my just desserts'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TO_9csGRYrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ux28JU31bC0/s72-c/IMG_4241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-4655904529687459079</id><published>2010-11-12T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:03:41.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the dogs...part 2 (The foster dogs cometh)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the delay on this... computer problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... when we left off there was a family of 3- Sara, Chris and super beagle, Henry. Life with a puppy, like many things, got easier with practice. Henry adapted to our schedule and all was right with the world. We have friends with multiple dogs and would occasionally talk about getting a second dog. But by this time, Chris was starting law school at night and life was busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed involved and interested in The Mutt Hutt and Secondhand Mutts from the beginning. Henry went to daycare occasionally and though there were NO plans to get a second dog, I would check the website regularly looking at all the dogs that needed homes. In July, we went to the Secondhand Mutts reunion and got to see all the adorable mutts looking for a new home. Somehow, using all our will, we were able to keep ourselves from taking one of those little angels home (that time). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Halloween and the Mutt Hutt's Muttsquerade. We all dressed up and, yes, I did put my dog in costume (I am THAT pet owner and I LIKE it)...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538765294135903714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TN2lsHs7heI/AAAAAAAAAG4/g5BqB8dSZag/s400/IMG_2654.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HENRY BATMAN! He would not tolerate the bat ears and the cape ended up dragging on the floor almost immediately after we got to the event but it was still pretty awesome! That night we met played with the dogs, socialized, drank a bit and met an adorable little mutt named, Mustard. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540994179843938866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TOWQ2WAa2jI/AAAAAAAAAHA/s77_NOuB-KQ/s400/IMG_2655.jpg" /&gt;Well, long story short, i have no self-control and he came home with me the next day. 2 dogs was not nearly as much of an adjustment as I had expected. I didn't have as much time to train as I had before but Mustard was so little that it didn't seem as neccesary as it had been with my hyper beagle. A week into fostering, I left Mustard &amp;amp; Henry with my parents overnight while I went out for Halloween. Mustard must have gotten really comfortable because he never left. A week later my mom adopted him, renaming him Paco (because if you are going to have a Mexican dog, you gotta give him a stereotypical Mexican name, right? hmmm...). My mom treats Paco like he is the little brother I never had. It really is strange for those of us who know that she never liked dogs, wanted a dog or cared for a dog in the past. But- things change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mustard/Paco was the first foster dog. Since then there has been Abraham Beagle Man, Handsome, Miss Hambone, Jenni Craig and currently- Rocket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TOWRgkK8J8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/W2V7yjWCmHo/s1600/IMG_2838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540994905200666562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TOWRgkK8J8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/W2V7yjWCmHo/s320/IMG_2838.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TOWSaHQARWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jrY3uwnLt78/s1600/manny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540995893869692258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TOWSaHQARWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jrY3uwnLt78/s320/manny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TOWSiQ3BzZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RKnT5k-HCfk/s1600/hammy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540996033888243090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TOWSiQ3BzZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RKnT5k-HCfk/s320/hammy.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TOWSnsB63VI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DuKfCFYogoQ/s1600/jenni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540996127081028946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TOWSnsB63VI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DuKfCFYogoQ/s320/jenni.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TOWTRwnuo1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/KqyhghMCBBw/s1600/rocket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540996849867858770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TOWTRwnuo1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/KqyhghMCBBw/s320/rocket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always ask me how I can foster dogs and not want to keep them. Strangely, I have not had the urge (yet). Chris is rather attached to Rocket but I am trying to be the voice of reason...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 2 dogs are much harder to pass off on my parents when we go away for the weekend (which we do frequently). 2. A second dog will put a real damper on our fostering... and I really like being able to be transitional housing. I meet lots of dogs and touch lots of four legged lives.... and that makes me happy. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you would like to know how you can make a difference in a dog's life, visit &lt;a href="http://www.secondhandmutts.org/"&gt;www.secondhandmutts.org&lt;/a&gt; or your local APL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-4655904529687459079?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4655904529687459079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=4655904529687459079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/4655904529687459079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/4655904529687459079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2010/11/going-to-dogspart-2-foster-dogs-cometh.html' title='Going to the dogs...part 2 (The foster dogs cometh)'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TN2lsHs7heI/AAAAAAAAAG4/g5BqB8dSZag/s72-c/IMG_2654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-1267933549855851137</id><published>2010-11-03T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:09:51.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the dogs... part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I was on a prolonged blogging hiatus when we got Henry, he has only been mentioned briefly in this blog. I'll start with his full story today and then move on to how our life has been taken over by fabulous four-legged friends... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyone who knew me growing up and lost touch would probably be shocked and amazed to find out I have a dog. I had a ...miscommunication... with a neighborhood golden retriever when I was 4 that shaped my doggie world view for years to come. Small dogs were managable but larger dogs scared the pudding out of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't pinpoint when my fear started to subside. During college, my parents friends had 2 older dogs that were just too sweet to fear. Then my sister started dating Brian Phelps and I got to know his dog, Qili...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535374572574840146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TNGZ2JkNlVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HOSH62hrzp0/s400/IMG_2374.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;About this time (2 1/2 years ago), Chris and I started talking about the possibility of a dog and what breeds we like. Chris said he wanted an English Mastiff. I said not a chance in hell. It didn't matter very much though because we lived in a small apartment and both worked 2 jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastforward to fall. I go back to working one job, we get engaged and we have a house. Oh how things change... but we agreed that it would be silly for us to get a dog before we get married. HA! We both started looking right away. I see lots of adorable dogs I would love to have. And then one cold January night, I was cruising petfinder and saw the sweetest little face. One you couldn't help but love. Chris thought he was cute too, not the mastiff he wanted, but an adorable beagle mix- big enough to avoid teasing for friends about having a purse dog and small enough for Sara's wishes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Again we said it- we don't want to get a dog before we get married. Our wedding was 4 months away. This dog is a pipe dream (but such a cute one!). Not to mention the fact that neither Chris not I had ANY experience with dogs. But day after day, I would go online and look at this dog, Henry. He was a 7 month old beagle mix who had been found on the street with a broken leg. He was taken in by Project Noah, nursed back to health and put up for adoption through Secondhand Mutts (the rescue arm of The Mutt Hutt in Tremont). I looked and looked... and looked some more. I showed the site to friends and family. Finally, I gave in, emailing the rescue to see if it was an option to foster this handsome little man to make sure we could handle the responsibility. It was! Lots of emotions rushed through me. Joy. Rapture. Complete and total fear. Mostly the fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I took him home, Henry went in the house 3 times, chewed through 5 dollar store toys and started to steal my heart. Here is a picture from that first night (this rope toy made it 2 days)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535385184452110146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TNGjf146Z0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/zwmj6_ogGME/s320/henry+002.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Things got better. We bought better toys (kong and nylabone are our best friends these days).  The accidents became fewer and and farther between. I became totally obsessed with the show "it's me or the dog" and training books. But I still wasn't sure if this was something we could manage permenantly. Chris was still working 2 jobs so I was basically a single doggie foster mom. Not to mention that by this point it was February and the snow was 2 feet deep. Standing outside every 2 hrs waiting for a puppy to go to the bathroom was not really my idea of fun. We had to dig Henry a potty area in the backyard because the snow was up past his belly. Then 2 weeks in, we had to make a decision. Someone wanted to meet Henry. They were interested in adopting him. Still totally unsure, our answer was immediate- we want to keep him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've come a long way since then. I taught Henry to lay down, stay, come, dance and high-five. Some of my proudest accomplishements! Our families fell in love and have been the biggest help! To this day I wonder how Henry broke his leg and where he was the first 6 months of his life.  If only my beagle could talk! Henry is part of the family now and we have an agreement that is never allowed to die. So glad we are on the same page about that. So, to finish off- here are a few pictures from the last year &amp;amp; a half in Henry Land. Next post - the foster dogs cometh!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535383788712161474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TNGiOmWk8MI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_YUoGHaUZw0/s320/IMG_2192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535383774559328514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TNGiNxoR2QI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HU1gfFn9WUo/s320/IMG_2375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-1267933549855851137?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1267933549855851137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=1267933549855851137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/1267933549855851137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/1267933549855851137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2010/11/going-to-dogs-part-1.html' title='Going to the dogs... part 1'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TNGZ2JkNlVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HOSH62hrzp0/s72-c/IMG_2374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-2517685529011241642</id><published>2010-10-27T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:52:47.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The baby boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Let's just start off by saying... I am NOT pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like in the last year or 2 my Facebook has been taken over by babies. I can't sign online without seeing my friend's little ones.   So many of my friend's are jumping on the baby bandwagon. Dont' get me wrong. Babies are some of my favorite people. I mean, these 3 have so much of my love it is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2006...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532795722130794130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TMhwZTBoJpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/E2fBAZtPyAA/s200/naomi+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532796164408012322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TMhwzCou7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/amWXP6PfMZw/s200/gabe+sam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2010...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532796495025583378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TMhxGSSGtRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dI4g7XXsYeQ/s320/adler+kids.bmp" /&gt;I love kids. I started babysitting when I was 12 and would probably be a full-time nanny if I didn't do what I do. I especially love my friends kids. I like looking at pictures, i like updates, i like getting as much cuddle time in as I can. But I must admit, I get a little jealous. As much as conversations about a woman's internal clock make me want to vomit, I cannot help but admit that I want to start having kids...like, YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, the logical part of me realizes that having a baby right now would be hard (with Chris's law school schedule it would be a lot like single parent kinda hard). And I'm only 26. I like my life and the freedom I have. I like the our little family- me, Chris and Henry. I like being able to foster dogs when I have the time. Oh! ...and I like my figure and the very small amount of work I have to do to keep it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for all those reasons- and more- Chris and I are not on the baby making train and won't be for a while. But I can't help but want it. And until I can have it, I will get in as much cuddle time as I can with little guys like Nathan and Jimmy...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532799658428049154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TMhz-a4BpwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/03bbGOnRLTk/s320/nathan.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532799652575959234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TMhz-FEx2MI/AAAAAAAAAF4/R0_My_dce80/s320/jimmy.bmp" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-2517685529011241642?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2517685529011241642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=2517685529011241642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/2517685529011241642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/2517685529011241642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-boom.html' title='The baby boom'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TMhwZTBoJpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/E2fBAZtPyAA/s72-c/naomi+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-6181062750339878128</id><published>2010-10-25T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:10:26.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and we're back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm finding the time again! That's right, I'm back to blogging. I love reading blogs on my down time at work and a favorite blog swapping session with my fabulous friend, Mrs. Lindsay Phillips, has motivated me to get back to writing my own blog. It was actually pretty fun to open this blog up and look back 2 years. A lot has happened since then. For those who weren't paying attention, here is what you missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 2008&lt;/strong&gt;- Chris and I are home owners! We moved into a perfect little starter home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532056714929612114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TMXQRaqxpVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZPhgpg08D1E/s320/Rodean%2520Main%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;Since then we have painted every nook and cranny (or that is what it feels like!), installed new AC, garage door, kitchen appliances, washer &amp;amp; dryer, backsplash and a garbage disposal! I had a blast decorating and it truly feels like a home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 2009-&lt;/strong&gt; Welcome Henry Puppypants! We said we wouldn't get a dog before we got married. HA! I found this guy online and could not stop checking him out. 2 weeks later he was ours. Thanks to Secondhand Mutts (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secondhandmutts.org/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.secondhandmutts.org/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) for bringing us this adorable guy and becoming an integral part of our lives over the last 2 years. (btw-I'm totally one of those annoying dog people. I love this little guy like crazy.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532058152744817922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TMXRlG8olQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uJxC4m7ZLvQ/s320/IMG_2375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 2009&lt;/strong&gt;- WE GET MARRIED! After a whirlwind 8 month engagement and lot of planning, Chris and I tied the knot at Windows on the River in front of our nearest and dearest. Thanks for everyone for making it the perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532061319445287970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TMXUdb03FCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5FHhQkPbI6s/s320/556317327_nkEJb-X3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 2009-&lt;/strong&gt; Chris Goes To Law School. That's right- motorcycle man is now a snooty law student (well maybe not snooty). I could not be more proud of him. He is managing to stay sane while working his day job, going to school at night, and now competing with the Cleveland-Marshall Trial Team. Sadly, no picture for this one but I can't wait for the day when I get to post a picture of him in his cap and gown (that's about 2 1/2 years away in case you are wondering.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I have covered the basics. The last year has been a lot of law school, weddings, babies (not ours but man i love cuddling my friend's babies!) and lots of work on the house. Starting with my next post I'll get into what's new and fresh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Special thanks to Lindsay Phillips for motivating me with blog love and Beth Brady of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://timandbethbrady.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://timandbethbrady.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for always keeping me entertained with her blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tootles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-6181062750339878128?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/6181062750339878128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=6181062750339878128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/6181062750339878128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/6181062750339878128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-were-back.html' title='...and we&apos;re back!'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/TMXQRaqxpVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZPhgpg08D1E/s72-c/Rodean%2520Main%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-4346190082691057345</id><published>2008-12-23T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:46:23.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad Sara does not blog enough. It's almost Christmas and I have not posted since Thanksgiving. Shame on me. Well, you'll all just have to understand that planning a wedding and moving into a new house take up a lot of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So--- the house is amazing. I keep promising people I'm gonna post pictures and I will, I swear! Soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the wedding--- we got our engagement pics, booked our honeymoon (Mexico!) and ordered our save the dates. They are supposed to come in today. Could not be more excited about that! Here's a few of our engagement pics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283011773130584898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SVEHN5Gns0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/AiTOhoPJ_RA/s320/n54800024_30963837_5591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283011482406959746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SVEG8-EtOoI/AAAAAAAAADk/dWIHWEHMmmE/s320/n54800024_30963819_9931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283011544050676930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SVEHAjtttMI/AAAAAAAAADs/5oaqwUiszmU/s320/n54800024_30963823_1101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283011646904163266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SVEHGi35W8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/SMldU-ZENX4/s320/n54800024_30963831_3557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283011422685578754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SVEG5fmBRgI/AAAAAAAAADc/Xbj-v_VNhtc/s320/n54800024_30963813_8266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283011717144553474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SVEHKoigqAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4_KVytPpMoU/s320/n54800024_30963835_4765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Holidays all!  I, for one, will be sad to see the holiday season go.  January and February can be so dreary.  However, the amount I have drank and ate over the last month has been ridiculous.  I'll be happy to get back to a little healthier lifestyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-4346190082691057345?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4346190082691057345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=4346190082691057345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/4346190082691057345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/4346190082691057345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-sara-does-not-blog-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SVEHN5Gns0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/AiTOhoPJ_RA/s72-c/n54800024_30963837_5591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-8293149847382658923</id><published>2008-11-14T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:11:37.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sniff sniff</title><content type='html'>Well,  busy busy as usual.  We got the keys to the house on Wednesday!  This is still very exciting even thought it was almost a week after we were supposed to close and have the keys.  I've been sick the last few days so I haven't really had the energy to be excited about things but I am now.  I just wish the weather would cooperate.  Rain, all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that- I'm looking forward and dreading the next 3 weeks.  Our fall production opens next week at the theatre, Finian's Rainbow.  Looking forward to it because my general work day schedule changes at 1030am-4pm.  Dreading because I'll be working longer hours on show week days and working shows on the weekend and won't have a day off for about a month.  It's a bummer especially because I can't really take babysitting jobs on the weekends so there isn't the usual extra little bit of cash coming in.  With the wedding and the house and all that extra cash is very appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bottom line?  Come see my new house! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-8293149847382658923?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8293149847382658923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=8293149847382658923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/8293149847382658923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/8293149847382658923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2008/11/sniff-sniff.html' title='sniff sniff'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-5432275666081941695</id><published>2008-10-29T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:20:10.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so damn efficient</title><content type='html'>I am a wedding planning machine, people!  I have been engaged for 3 weeks and I now have---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A dress! So excited!!!  It's beautiful but I'm not going to talk about it much here because who know if a very special you know who reads this.  Let's just say I got a CRAZY AMAZING deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  A location and date---  Location is Windows on the River... my DREAM wedding spot.  I have literally wanted to get married there since I was in high school.  Seriously.  A friend had a project for extra credit about planning her wedding and I told her she should have her reception there.  AND 7 years later I AM!!!!!!!!!!!  Check them out on their website --  &lt;a href="http://www.windowsontheriver.com/"&gt;www.windowsontheriver.com&lt;/a&gt;  The date is May 24th.  "A sunday?" you may ask.  Yes, and it's saving me crazy amounts of money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  A photographer.  Chris and I met with and hired a photographer Monday night.  I"m really psyched because I love his stuff.  And the best part about it is the name-  Rad Productions.  Could it be more perfect???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  A DJ---  our DJ is my friend Matt Haze from high school.  And no- this is not a random friend being our DJ.  Matt has been DJing as long as I've known him (and that is about 10 years!)  so I'm really stoked to have him be part of our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.  Pretty good for 3 weeks of engagement, no?  The next thing on my list is engagement pictures. That will likely be followed by invitations and flowers.   We're have the ceremony at Windows so that takes a big weight off finding someplace for that.  I THINK Chris's uncle is going to do it.  We'll have a kind of non-denominational service (his uncle is a presbyterian minister, we're lapsed catholics- we'll make it work i'm not worried.).  But it should be amazing and I'm counting down the days (209!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well in all your worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-5432275666081941695?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/5432275666081941695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=5432275666081941695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/5432275666081941695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/5432275666081941695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-damn-efficient.html' title='I am so damn efficient'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-8647835655212996252</id><published>2008-10-15T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:10:33.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a week makes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I must say--- I am TRULY blessed. I cannot even express it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I stated in my last blog, my nannying job ended on Thursday October 2. I Friday October 3rd I was offered a promotion and raise. That's right! I am not the Marketing Associate &amp;amp; Office Manager. I'm gonna get business cards and everything! It's basically my current job with some marketing thrown in. I'm pretty stoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Saturday October 3 I found a house I LOVED. 3 bedrooms, 2 bath, attached 2 car garage and totally renovated! Sunday we but in a bid and Monday we got it! So, Chris and I are now in the process of becoming home owners. A scary but really exciting thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, on Tuesday October 7th, Chris proposed. We're engaged! I could not be happier and I still cant' stop looking at the ring. Here's a picture of us right after he popped the question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257459855805719810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SPY_4jYtJQI/AAAAAAAAADU/GcXEkVTJH5Y/s200/pics+030.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now I'm busy planning a wedding and getting ready for the house.  The craziness never ends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-8647835655212996252?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8647835655212996252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=8647835655212996252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/8647835655212996252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/8647835655212996252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-difference-week-makes.html' title='What a difference a week makes...'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SPY_4jYtJQI/AAAAAAAAADU/GcXEkVTJH5Y/s72-c/pics+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-7824110898380078826</id><published>2008-10-01T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T07:48:07.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an ending...</title><content type='html'>This is the last week of my nannying job.  Susanne's schedule is being changed (there's more than that but it is really more than I feel like explaining in this blog) and she won't need me anymore.  I'm not saying that the job was all flowers and sunshine, but I am really going to miss it.  Not just the extra money.  But Thomas.   And Susanne.  And Pat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do with my extra time.  Probably keep my apartment cleaner, possibly work out more, make dinners regularly and spend some much needed time with Chris.  Then in a few weeks, we'll see if financial or for my own sanity I need a new second job.  Who knows- maybe I'll do a show with my newly freed evenings.  Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my calendar for October.  The weekends are already so booked.  But there are things to be excited about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 4th-  Susan and Mike's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;Oct 11-  Babysit for Charlie and Jack&lt;br /&gt;Oct 18-20 -  DC to see friends and for the Browns vs. Redskins game!&lt;br /&gt;Oct 25-  Full day babysitting adventure with Charlie and Jack&lt;br /&gt;Oct 31-Nov 2 - Hocking Hills with the GDIs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds busy but sounds good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-7824110898380078826?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/7824110898380078826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=7824110898380078826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/7824110898380078826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/7824110898380078826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2008/10/ending.html' title='an ending...'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-1830524049056847526</id><published>2008-09-23T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:58:41.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy...</title><content type='html'>Well... things move along.  The waiting I was refering to is over.  I'm not gonna say much about it except it was NOT for an engagement ring.  Still don't have one of those but I'm not really worried about it.  I trust Chris to work it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking at houses.  We found one we both like it Lakewood.  It's at the very top of our budget but it's got 2 full baths on the 2nd floor which would be AMAZING!  It's been on the market for a while so we're gonna keep looking for a few more weeks.  Might make an offer if we haven't found anything else/still want it/it's still on the market then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lazy.  I need to start working out again but I just cannot find the motivation.  I find that I go in spurts.  I rarely ever WANT to workout. However, sometimes I am more motivated that others.  And I must say, my Fitworks membership has gone to waste this summer.  I've probably worked out a total of 10 times in the last 4 months.  I need to get better about that.  I need a workout buddy or something.  Something... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-1830524049056847526?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1830524049056847526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=1830524049056847526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/1830524049056847526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/1830524049056847526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy...'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-130102127964120755</id><published>2008-09-09T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:46:00.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The waiting is the hardest part...</title><content type='html'>It seems like these days my life is completely consumed by waiting.  Waiting for this or that.  Waiting to find the right house.  Waiting to figure out about vacation plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know anything about me, you know I HATE waiting.  I am the WORST at waiting.  I get antsy and I play out all the possible scenarios in my head and can't sleep because of it.  I'm just one of those people who doesn't wait well.  I want to know.  Whether it be good or bad, I just feel like it's better to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm waiting on some pretty big things in my life.  Maybe not once in a lifetime things but things that happen rarely.  So, I'm extra crazy about the waiting.  I even have a condition that is instigated when I get stressed (which is usually only when i spend a lot of time waiting..). It's called intercostal chondritis.  Sounds fake huh?  It's real.  You can look it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's really not a big deal.  It's just more of a pain.  Basically when I get stressed, the cartilidge between my ribs inflames.  This inflamation makes it ridiculously hard to get a deep breath.  You dont' really how good breathing deeply feels until you just can't quite get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ya, I'm literally messing up my body with stress about waiting.  Arg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-130102127964120755?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/130102127964120755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=130102127964120755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/130102127964120755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/130102127964120755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiting-is-hardest-part.html' title='The waiting is the hardest part...'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-8053734866153395001</id><published>2008-08-19T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:33:09.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's all cry for the teachers...</title><content type='html'>This is a pretty bitter sarcastic post- You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything against teachers.  I have a great deal of friends who are teachers.  I respect what teachers do educating the youth of America.  I even wanted to be a teacher for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of hearing about and reading about on facebook how their poor summer break is ending.  I didn't get a summer break.  Why should they feel so bad for themselves after multiple months off and moreso why should I feel bad for them???  I will probably never get a "summer break" again. They get them every year! I miss my summers off.  I bet most people in the work force do too. But do we complain? No. Because we are adults and adults have to work... ALL YEAR ROUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing,  you always hear how teachers are so underpaid.  Well maybe that is because they don't work all year round.  If they work through the summer- they make more money!    I am college educated, work all year round and do not make as much as a teacher.  And I'm not the only one.  Take social workers as another example. We all knew what we were getting into.  Some jobs have to be more for the love than anything else.  But you can't tell me that with all the complaining done about teacher salaries that they didn't know in advance what the situation was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please-  dont' complain to me that your precious summer is ending.  When I get my summer breaks back- I'll listen.  Until then, there will be no sympathy here.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note-  I will be on MY summer vacation from Friday till Tuesday.  Till next time-- Keep it real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-8053734866153395001?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8053734866153395001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=8053734866153395001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/8053734866153395001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/8053734866153395001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-all-cry-for-teachers.html' title='Let&apos;s all cry for the teachers...'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-5707774900965111870</id><published>2008-08-05T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:34:15.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only the weekend was all week...</title><content type='html'>So, as I mentioned before- weekends are exhausting. This one was exhausting but in a good way. We spent a lot of it obsessing over the idea of buying the house next to our friend, Ray. It was foreclosed on over 2 years ago and is up at sheriff's auction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned more about foreclosures and auctions in the last 3 days that I ever wanted to know. I think we've reached a resolution though. 1. Sheriff's auction bad and complicated. 2. Letting bank buy home at sheriff's auction and put it on market for us to buy- good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will just have to see if that actually happens. If not, I hope Ray gets cool neighbors. But all this confusion and the complete focus I have on buying a house has finally led me to get in touch with a realtor (recommended by my former-realtor friend, Matt Hayes!). So, I'm looking forward to starting to explore the possibility of buying. Scary! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise, it was another crazy weekend. We got lost on the way to Chris's family gathering. I don't like being lost. What do I like? Little Richard. Check out these pics of the coolest 1 year old I know---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231064635215182034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJh5kgMb-NI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q4-UPzdZyZU/s200/richard+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231064642739097314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJh5k8ORzuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ubeu8kNcajw/s200/richard+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-5707774900965111870?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/5707774900965111870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=5707774900965111870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/5707774900965111870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/5707774900965111870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-only-weekend-was-all-week.html' title='If only the weekend was all week...'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJh5kgMb-NI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q4-UPzdZyZU/s72-c/richard+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-8554426096741923840</id><published>2008-08-01T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:04:00.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the schedule that never ends... yes it goes on and on my friends...</title><content type='html'>Hello All-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to blog number 2.  Its friday afternoon and I am thinking about my very busy weekend to come.  Here's what it looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;   -  Box office for West Side Story&lt;br /&gt;   -  Dinner with parents and Chris&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;   -  Mtg. with financial advisor&lt;br /&gt;   -  Give blood with mom&lt;br /&gt;   -  Box office for WSS&lt;br /&gt;   -  Babysit 7:30- ???&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;   -  Box office for WSS&lt;br /&gt;   -  Radak summer Christmas party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a pretty normal weekend.  So, if you would like to hang out with me, here's my schedule for the next few months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 9-10   Columbus for Children of Eden&lt;br /&gt;Aug 15  My dad's birthday&lt;br /&gt;Aug 22-26 NY @ Zininger's Lake House&lt;br /&gt;Sept 20  Amy's 24th Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Sept 26-27 In michigan at track day with Chris&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in October- Trip to DC???&lt;br /&gt;Oct 31-Nov 2  Hocking Hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused about when I got so popular.  The idea of the lazy weekend has kind of died.  Got things to do and people to see :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098979356517483623-8554426096741923840?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8554426096741923840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=8554426096741923840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/8554426096741923840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/8554426096741923840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-schedule-that-never-ends-yes-it.html' title='This is the schedule that never ends... yes it goes on and on my friends...'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098979356517483623.post-757107942695230411</id><published>2008-07-30T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:34:17.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome to my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have blogged before but I find that it often turns into a way to vent and complain about all the things that go wrong in life. I don't want to do that. I want to celebrate the things in my life that matter... and occasionally complain when it is ABSOLUTELY neccesary. lol. It seems that I am very busy and time has flown over the last year or 2. Why not put those memories somewhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, here we go... with the basics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm Sara-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228849418405244082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCa16gNbLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DiP1-a8xeQw/s320/n54800030_30561032_5184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a fantastic wonderful handsome boyfriend who is obsessed with motorcycles, Chris-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228851276354370402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCciD5zO2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9E-c4xdAT6Q/s320/l_83e31cd72d243d71b7a36278feb2afc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I work at a not-for-profit community theatre in Cleveland, Ohio-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228851887816996754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCdFpx2d5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wpWB46RL7Mo/s320/logo+and+text.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also nanny for the cutest little 8 month old, Thomas-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228852787308511714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCd6ApVweI/AAAAAAAAAAk/V1pM679rhKc/s320/Spring+08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I'm not at one of those 2 jobs, I like spending time with my friends (here's just a small sampling)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228855582437474370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCgctUBAEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6_vQYOm4axc/s200/sarah+weekend+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228855577232438434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCgcZ7CdKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tnw-q7JG18Q/s200/Whitewater2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228855589498549794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCgdHngdiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yI4Qo3vNqlI/s200/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228855607582040402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCgeK-8oVI/AAAAAAAAABE/bBtLvJbGlIk/s200/Spring+08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So- I think that's enough for this very first entry.  I'll try my very best to keep things up to date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&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/4098979356517483623-757107942695230411?l=sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/757107942695230411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098979356517483623&amp;postID=757107942695230411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/757107942695230411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098979356517483623/posts/default/757107942695230411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasfindingthetime.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Sara Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493235132625096768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCiTw-36gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAjoUrkMMpg/S220/n54800024_30805445_509.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EC2OLD2lsqc/SJCa16gNbLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DiP1-a8xeQw/s72-c/n54800030_30561032_5184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
