<?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-6249773883897415675</id><updated>2011-11-06T19:56:32.628-05:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='photographs'/><category term='Family'/><category term='NYC'/><category term='California'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='About'/><category term='Design'/><category term='music'/><category term='Follow Friday'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Music Monday'/><category term='Summer school sucks'/><category term='Etsy'/><category term='Relay'/><category term='Camera'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Garden'/><category term='That Rug'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='Operation Smile'/><title type='text'>Sala B</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-3952047660071493486</id><published>2011-11-06T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T19:56:32.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><title type='text'>Finding my new self</title><content type='html'>The word that comes to mind when people ask me what it's like being a new mom is adjustment.  Finn is almost 4 and 1/2 months old and sometimes I still don't feel like a mom. With each day, I feel more confident in taking care of him, I fall more and more in love with him, and can hardly imagine life without him.  It's mind boggling that he didn't exist outside of my body a year ago.  And yet, I still haven't adjusted to my new self.  How do you blend the selfish, single you with the selfless, maternal you?  I think the mistake many new parents make is becoming too much of one and neglecting the other.  But figuring out how to blend the two is a balancing act, an adjustment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's healthy for me and for my son for me to have an identity outside of being mother and wife.  But in the sleep deprived, survival period of the first few months of motherhood, I'm not sure how.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking for advice is a double edged sword.  It can be refreshing to hear someone acknowledge what you are feeling is normal.  Yet, confusing when you are given conflicting advice.  My advice to myself (and any other new parent) is to listen and trust your instincts.  I was able to get in touch with that instinct during labor and birth. It was a process, almost like birth itself.  But I got there and am so glad I did.  The reward was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to spend a little time listening to the inner me and try to figure this new self out.  I know I can do it, just like I knew I could have the birth that mattered to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-3952047660071493486?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3952047660071493486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2011/11/finding-my-new-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3952047660071493486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3952047660071493486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2011/11/finding-my-new-self.html' title='Finding my new self'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5885135976306180294</id><published>2011-06-17T02:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T02:07:59.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>I shall call this blog post a big ol' dump</title><content type='html'>It's the middle of the night. &amp;nbsp;I'm 40 weeks, 6 days pregnant. &amp;nbsp;I should be sleeping but instead I am waiting for labor. &amp;nbsp;A watched pot never boils. &amp;nbsp;I know this, yet when the storm hit tonight and woke me up I couldn't help but think, "where are the contractions?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus has been asking me to write a blog post for a long time. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to give him his son for Father's Day, but maybe this post will have to do. &amp;nbsp;Before bed, we scrolled through the blog on his iPhone and looked back at some of the earlier posts I wrote. &amp;nbsp;It was a lot of fun to read and look back through our first two years together as a married couple. &amp;nbsp;I haven't blogged regularly in almost a year and I don't really know why. &amp;nbsp;I just haven't felt inspired to write or take photos. &amp;nbsp;My camera sits beside the front door, begging to be used. &amp;nbsp;I keep telling myself I will take pictures when the baby comes. &amp;nbsp;Hmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, third trimester...and beyond....It hasn't been so bad. &amp;nbsp;It is uncomfortable. &amp;nbsp;With each new symptom I get I have to get used to it before I can settle in for the long haul. &amp;nbsp;For example, getting up to pee twice a night and having to turn from right to left every hour was really annoying at first. &amp;nbsp;Now I'm used to it. &amp;nbsp;When the heat kicked in and I felt like it was 1000 degrees outside, I had to complain and huff and puff. &amp;nbsp;Now I just expect to be hot and sweaty. &amp;nbsp;I think I have adjusted pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started prenatal yoga around 30 weeks and that has really helped. &amp;nbsp;I use the techniques learned in class to give my body a nice stretch every morning and get the baby in the most comfortable position. &amp;nbsp;I also stopped working at 34 weeks (thank you, Markus!!!). &amp;nbsp;And as soon as I stopped working, I was able to sleep better and felt a sense of calm during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st 4 weeks I was home alone, except when Markus had off. &amp;nbsp;I had my little routine of sitting on the deck with the dogs, reading, watering the flowers, doing yoga. &amp;nbsp;Then I would plan something with a friend or run errands, take an afternoon nap, and make a yummy dinner or go out. &amp;nbsp;The last 3 weeks Markus has been home with me. &amp;nbsp;It worked out that he was able to have off an extra 1 1/2 weeks before his baby "vacation" officially started. &amp;nbsp;We etched out a little routine as well, similar to the one when I was home alone. &amp;nbsp;It's been such a blessing to have these last few weeks home alone together. &amp;nbsp;I keep reminding myself that it will be a long while until we are able to be just husband and wife and to soak it all up. &amp;nbsp;Precious time that not many get to experience before the birth of their first child. &amp;nbsp;We have gotten to do things we normally wouldn't have the time to do. &amp;nbsp;We finished the nursery and checked off all of our to do's. &amp;nbsp;We have gone swimming, seen matinees, napped together almost everyday, taken walks, we even had a picnic in the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it hasn't all been sweet togetherness. &amp;nbsp;The clock is ticking for Markus' return to work and each day there is no baby brings a little bit of tension. &amp;nbsp;We both feel like we are wasting time that could be spent getting to know our sweet little one before he has to leave again. &amp;nbsp;I have been telling myself daily affirmations throughout the pregnancy to help me focus on the positive and keep away the nagging negative thoughts. &amp;nbsp;The two that I keep telling myself lately are "I trust my body" and "I trust my baby". &amp;nbsp;I know that there is a reason he hasn't come yet. &amp;nbsp;That he will come when my body is ready and he is ready to be born. &amp;nbsp;Babies are smart that way if left alone, I truly believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hit 40 weeks and everyone is like "where is that baby?!?". &amp;nbsp;Like I am disappointing a whole population because I am still pregnant. &amp;nbsp;And I'm only 6 days past my due date people! &amp;nbsp;I think that has been the hardest part for me about the last week. &amp;nbsp;That, and counting down the days until Markus goes back to work and I'm home alone with a newborn. &amp;nbsp;It's a lot to weigh on the psyche of a hormonal pregnant woman. &amp;nbsp;But I am doing the best I can to stay positive and stay connected to my husband. &amp;nbsp;I need to stay in that frame of mind if I am going to get through labor, delivery, and post partum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest work is yet to come. &amp;nbsp;And the biggest reward is right around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-5885135976306180294?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5885135976306180294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-8446075009532733823</id><published>2011-03-18T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T14:06:52.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy...so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There are a few things I would like to remember about pregnancy, and a few things that I would like to forget. &amp;nbsp;And hopefully what I would like to forget happens before we decide to have another so I can be naive about it all over again. &amp;nbsp;Ignorance really is bliss. &amp;nbsp;Of course, every woman is different and every pregnancy is different so I might have a whole different experience the next go round. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conception to 14 weeks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I had sickness in my first trimester. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't as bad as I have heard from other women but it wasn't exactly fun. &amp;nbsp;It started around 7 weeks and then magically disappeared at 14 weeks. &amp;nbsp;I don't think I'll really forget what that felt like but maybe the feeling will numb. &amp;nbsp;There are still some foods I can't eat because I ate them so much in my 1st trimester that it reminds me of the feeling of being sick. &amp;nbsp;Those foods are applesauce, pickles, saltine crackers, and ginger ale. &amp;nbsp;Godsends at the time but thinking about them now makes me feel sick all over again. &amp;nbsp;Moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The fatigue. &amp;nbsp;You hear mothers talk about the fatigue that you will feel in your 1st trimester but no one can really prepare you for it. &amp;nbsp;I'm a person who enjoys sleep so the thought of being tired didn't really phase me before I got pregnant. &amp;nbsp;I just thought, "more time to sleep, yah!". &amp;nbsp;I compare it to being drugged and then trying to function during that fog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The worry, fear, anxiousness, excitedness, holy crap - we're having a baby! &amp;nbsp;I'm sure all new moms feel all of these feelings, sometimes at once. &amp;nbsp;It was definitely very exciting. &amp;nbsp;But it's also scary knowing that your body is making another person and thinking of all the things that could go wrong. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully this part gets better with experience. &amp;nbsp;We shall see. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15 weeks to 27 weeks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A friend of mine referred to the 2nd trimester as the "sweet spot" and for me it's been true. &amp;nbsp;I have absolutely LOVED my 2nd trimester. &amp;nbsp;I love everything about being pregnant right now, but I have to say my absolute favorite thing is feeling him move. &amp;nbsp;It's amazing and such a bonding experience. &amp;nbsp;I can be sitting at my desk having a bad day and then feel him move and it makes everything ok. &amp;nbsp;This is when the pregnancy starts to feel real. &amp;nbsp;I started feeling baby Finn move around 16 weeks. &amp;nbsp;At first it was just a flutter, then a little nudge, and now it's full on bumps in the night. &amp;nbsp;Last night Markus put his hand on my belly to say goodnight to him and he kicked in the exact spot he was touching. &amp;nbsp;So cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There are minor aches and pains that I have gotten used to. &amp;nbsp;My tailbone hurts if I sit to long. &amp;nbsp;I have leg cramps, especially at night. &amp;nbsp;I have gotten used to peeing all of the time. &amp;nbsp;My back hurts when I'm sleeping if I stay in one position for to long. &amp;nbsp;And then there is the tummy issues. &amp;nbsp;But it's all so worth it and I'm not complaining. &amp;nbsp;It could be much worse or I could have real health issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tomorrow I am 28 weeks and enter my 3rd and final trimester. &amp;nbsp;This makes me a little sad because I love having the baby inside of me, always with me. &amp;nbsp;But I'm also really excited to meet him on his birthday. &amp;nbsp;I want to know what he looks like, what he smells like, what he sounds like, and smother him in hugs and kisses. &amp;nbsp;I am also excited to see Markus become a father. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to see him hold his son for the first time and see him blossom into a dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In just 3 short months our lives will be forever changed and I will finally be a mother to my baby boy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No longer a family of two as baby makes three.&amp;nbsp;&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/6249773883897415675-8446075009532733823?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8446075009532733823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2011/03/pregnancyso-far.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8446075009532733823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8446075009532733823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2011/03/pregnancyso-far.html' title='Pregnancy...so far'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-6874249734375527960</id><published>2011-01-17T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:05:02.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To my baby boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TTRn-lyfd3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/IoLthPKcYcA/s1600/Finn+19+weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TTRn-lyfd3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/IoLthPKcYcA/s640/Finn+19+weeks.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been a "mommy" to our fuzzy male children for quite some time now and we refer to Charlie &amp;amp; Meeko as "the boys". &amp;nbsp;But come June there will be a new boy in our lives. &amp;nbsp;We found out what we already suspected, that you are indeed a boy. &amp;nbsp;My baby boy. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;hope your furry brothers will love you as much as we already do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel so connected to you know and can already picture what you are going to look like. &amp;nbsp;Your profile in the ultrasound was so cute and showed you sucking your thumb. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to meet you in June, but for now I'm content with having you swimming around in my tummy, giving me little kicks to let me know you are okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that we know you are a boy, I have ideas swimming around in my head for baby names and nursery ideas. &amp;nbsp;I hope you like what we come up with. &amp;nbsp;For now we are calling you Finn. &amp;nbsp;I have been talking &amp;amp; singing to you lately. &amp;nbsp;I hope you can hear me, although my singing voice isn't as good as your Granma's. &amp;nbsp;Your daddy has been lying his head on my tummy to see if he can feel you, and he kisses you in my belly every chance he gets. &amp;nbsp;You are already so loved by all of your family and we are all looking forward to meeting you in June. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are 6 inches long and weigh 10 ounces at 19 weeks. &amp;nbsp;The baby book says you're about the size of a tomato. &amp;nbsp;I can hardly wrap my head around that! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keep growing, little man. &amp;nbsp;We are halfway there. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-6874249734375527960?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6874249734375527960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-my-baby-boy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6874249734375527960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6874249734375527960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-my-baby-boy.html' title='To my baby boy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TTRn-lyfd3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/IoLthPKcYcA/s72-c/Finn+19+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-8064736502292662020</id><published>2010-12-13T14:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:04:07.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week Four - 10/3/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;{I wrote this to Baby H the weekend we found out we were pregnant. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to capture what I was feeling so that I could remember that magical feeling forever}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't believe you are finally happening. &amp;nbsp;I have been dreaming about you for what feels like my whole life. &amp;nbsp;I am not a patient person but I knew this was something I had to wait for. &amp;nbsp;I had to be ready, your dad had to be ready, and our life together had to be ready. &amp;nbsp;Even though I know you are never really ready for something this big, I am ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I knew you were with me even before you could tell me. &amp;nbsp;You made me very tired just 1 week after we made you. &amp;nbsp;5 days after that first feeling I came home and confirmed it with a pregnancy test, even though it was too early (mommy does not have patience). &amp;nbsp;Your dad was watching a show on planes when I handed him the test. &amp;nbsp;He asked if it is was for real and I said yes. &amp;nbsp;We both started crying and touched my belly. &amp;nbsp;We are both so happy to have you with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We went to your Grandpa Ukki's house this weekend to meet your cousin Kyle. &amp;nbsp;We had to keep you a secret, which was very hard. &amp;nbsp;I had to pretend to drink alcohol and sauna, 2 things that are very popular on your father's side. &amp;nbsp;I kept looking at Kyle and imagining what it will be like to have you there, too. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to meet you, but for right now I am content to have you inside my belly where I know you are safe. &amp;nbsp;I'm so happy I get to carry you around for 9 months and nurse you to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When we got home tonight I took one more test to make sure you weren't a dream. &amp;nbsp;The test was still positive and I couldn't have been happier. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The world has changed so much in the last 5 days. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to meet you on your birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Your mommy&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/6249773883897415675-8064736502292662020?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8064736502292662020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/12/beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8064736502292662020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8064736502292662020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/12/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-4326396879719816472</id><published>2010-12-12T21:11:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T21:28:10.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon {November 2008}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;{This post is a little late. &amp;nbsp;Our anniversary was November 15th but I spent the day in bed with a cold. &amp;nbsp;I've been a little under the weather (I think it's called morning sickness) but I'm feeling much better!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TQWBRnfhOsI/AAAAAAAABD8/V3tiQz8XjrI/s1600/Honeymoon_Nov+20082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="494" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TQWBRnfhOsI/AAAAAAAABD8/V3tiQz8XjrI/s640/Honeymoon_Nov+20082.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Most people reading this already know that we got married in Jamaica. &amp;nbsp;Actually, if you're reading this you probably attending the wedding. &amp;nbsp;Your wedding day is one of those days that stays with you for a long time. &amp;nbsp;And I hope by remembering the little moments each year, I won't forget. &amp;nbsp;But this post is about our honeymoon in Jamaica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TQOoVNnheOI/AAAAAAAABDI/MM9Cn7PwFVk/s1600/Honeymoon_Nov%2B2008.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TQOoVNnheOI/AAAAAAAABDI/MM9Cn7PwFVk/s640/Honeymoon_Nov%2B2008.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to honeymoon in Negril at a little place called&lt;a href="http://www.rockhousehotel.com/escape.php"&gt; Rock House&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;We had a secluded room with a private deck and outdoor bathroom. Our room had no tv or internet. &amp;nbsp;It was just the two of us and the sound of the sea below. &amp;nbsp;The weather was terrible. &amp;nbsp;Their was a tropical system sitting right on top of the island that came the evening we checked in and didn't leave until we were back in the States. &amp;nbsp;Our resort was known for snorkeling, with private ladders leading from our balcony right to the sea. &amp;nbsp;But we didn't touch the water the entire time we were there. &amp;nbsp;The water was too rough and the ladders were taken up. &amp;nbsp;We couldn't even swim in the pool b/c it was so close to the ocean and the waves were knocking into the pool. &amp;nbsp;But it was still perfect in every way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TQV4u6bzfNI/AAAAAAAABDo/sgDNhGaSlKg/s1600/Honeymoon_Nov+20083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TQV4u6bzfNI/AAAAAAAABDo/sgDNhGaSlKg/s640/Honeymoon_Nov+20083.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We spent our days just the two of us lounging on the deck reading, sleeping, and eating. &amp;nbsp;You hardly saw another person because the resort only has 34 rooms. &amp;nbsp;It was the perfect way to honeymoon. &amp;nbsp;When we did want to be around people we went to the outdoor lounge area where their were board games, a bar, and internet. &amp;nbsp;Or, we explored Negril and it's colorful people. &amp;nbsp;The food was amazing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TQV-isxM1GI/AAAAAAAABD0/BpYKTcP9aio/s1600/P1010591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TQV-isxM1GI/AAAAAAAABD0/BpYKTcP9aio/s640/P1010591.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As were the sunsets and vistas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TQV_ukWMnpI/AAAAAAAABD4/AV34fFppJvY/s1600/Honeymoon_Nov+20086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TQV_ukWMnpI/AAAAAAAABD4/AV34fFppJvY/s640/Honeymoon_Nov+20086.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;But the very best thing about our honeymoon was 10 days alone with my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: NONE;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TQV-QxusDJI/AAAAAAAABDw/jW3o12qPvZI/s1600/Honeymoon_Nov+20085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TQV-QxusDJI/AAAAAAAABDw/jW3o12qPvZI/s640/Honeymoon_Nov+20085.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for an amazing honeymoon in paradise and two perfect years of marriage. &amp;nbsp;I will cherish the memories we have created for as long as I live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You have given me the greatest gift on earth and I can't wait to go on our next adventure together...&amp;nbsp;parenthood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-4326396879719816472?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4326396879719816472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/12/honeymoon-november-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4326396879719816472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4326396879719816472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/12/honeymoon-november-2008.html' title='Honeymoon {November 2008}'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TQWBRnfhOsI/AAAAAAAABD8/V3tiQz8XjrI/s72-c/Honeymoon_Nov+20082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-591129472646462295</id><published>2010-09-23T12:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:30:29.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Summer {Part 2}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJllVMFZKOI/AAAAAAAABBE/ubO1sj3EzEY/s1600/IMG_3155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJllVMFZKOI/AAAAAAAABBE/ubO1sj3EzEY/s640/IMG_3155.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJllVMFZKOI/AAAAAAAABBE/ubO1sj3EzEY/s1600/IMG_3155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;bumblebees bzzzzzz'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlljnTsC_I/AAAAAAAABBM/_6KkCIPnTjw/s1600/IMG_2967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlljnTsC_I/AAAAAAAABBM/_6KkCIPnTjw/s640/IMG_2967.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlljnTsC_I/AAAAAAAABBM/_6KkCIPnTjw/s1600/IMG_2967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;lazy dogs lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJllwNEPQCI/AAAAAAAABBU/XZBCZdmeAAA/s1600/IMG_2970.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJllwNEPQCI/AAAAAAAABBU/XZBCZdmeAAA/s640/IMG_2970.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Butterfly flowers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJll4ZMY0RI/AAAAAAAABBc/BMHZMj1DYus/s1600/IMG_3003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJll4ZMY0RI/AAAAAAAABBc/BMHZMj1DYus/s640/IMG_3003.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And succulants grew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlnAjcqJQI/AAAAAAAABB0/iW56DWsv6F0/s1600/IMG_2956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlnAjcqJQI/AAAAAAAABB0/iW56DWsv6F0/s640/IMG_2956.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In my secret garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJloYk-SOHI/AAAAAAAABCE/qOSVxvYHJys/s1600/IMG_2929_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJloYk-SOHI/AAAAAAAABCE/qOSVxvYHJys/s640/IMG_2929_2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;laying poolside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJll4ZMY0RI/AAAAAAAABBc/BMHZMj1DYus/s1600/IMG_3003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlmBnXgYvI/AAAAAAAABBk/Jof1GF9zSTs/s1600/IMG_3117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlmBnXgYvI/AAAAAAAABBk/Jof1GF9zSTs/s640/IMG_3117.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;with twin babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlm0c5cTcI/AAAAAAAABBs/IYH7N4LoNrY/s1600/IMG_3112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlm0c5cTcI/AAAAAAAABBs/IYH7N4LoNrY/s640/IMG_3112.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;toy cars vroooming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlnNfH6IKI/AAAAAAAABB8/TxAJWpu5wo4/s1600/IMG_2867_2_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlnNfH6IKI/AAAAAAAABB8/TxAJWpu5wo4/s640/IMG_2867_2_2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and a quick trip to the city by the bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlo2XfEDqI/AAAAAAAABCU/lj9up_ExPNs/s1600/IMG_3148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlo2XfEDqI/AAAAAAAABCU/lj9up_ExPNs/s640/IMG_3148.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All good things must come to an end. &amp;nbsp;Goodbye Summer, 2010.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello, Fall. &amp;nbsp;I'm ready for you.&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/6249773883897415675-591129472646462295?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/591129472646462295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/591129472646462295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/591129472646462295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-part-2.html' title='Summer {Part 2}'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJllVMFZKOI/AAAAAAAABBE/ubO1sj3EzEY/s72-c/IMG_3155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5438784062168017521</id><published>2010-09-22T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:38:31.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think there is a conspiracy between the U.S. government and Hollywood to try and sway the general&amp;nbsp;tv watching public into not having children.&amp;nbsp; Maybe our government sees another baby boom coming and thinks it will be too much on our fragile economy to handle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I turned on the tv last night and a movie called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motherhood_(film)"&gt;Motherhood&lt;/a&gt; was playing.&amp;nbsp; Have you seen it?&amp;nbsp; It's an Uma Thurman movie, not her best by a long shot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;jist of the movie is how to balance motherhood, self, career, and marriage,&amp;nbsp;and how it's just not possible without becoming a crazy neurotic bitch.&amp;nbsp; I stopped watching after stay at home mom, Uma, has a particularly bad day and decides she is going to run away.&amp;nbsp; She jumps in her station wagon, lights a cigarette, pops in a tape of something she would have listened to before having &amp;nbsp;children, and heads for New Jersey.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Maybe there have always been movies like this and I'm just now paying attention to it because I am in my child bearing years (at least according to society and the ladies in the grocery check-out line. Not according to science.&amp;nbsp; Science would've liked me to be done having children and expecting my first grandchild).&amp;nbsp; But I remember&amp;nbsp;movies like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baby_Boom_(film)"&gt;Baby Boom&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and tv shows like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murphy_Brown"&gt;Murphy Brown&lt;/a&gt;, portraying mother's as strong women who balanced career and motherhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, back to the point.&amp;nbsp; There is a lot of stuff out there right now that focuses on women's lack of control of self once becoming a mother.&amp;nbsp; There's a whole genre of "mommy bloggers"&amp;nbsp; that focus primarily on how hard it is having kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Another movie that scared me to death: Marley and Me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was so distracted by Jennifer Aniston and her tirades and fighting with her husband after having kids that I forgot the movie was about the dog.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure there is some truth to all of this but isn't there a good side to having kids, too?&amp;nbsp; Where are the shows about that???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Schools&amp;nbsp;should stop preaching abstinence and&amp;nbsp;instead take their students to the local movie theatre for a little show and tell.&amp;nbsp; The scene in Marley where Owen Wilson's character stays in his car longer than necassary after a day at work because he doesn't want to go in and face his family was enough to make me want to practice abstinence!&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/6249773883897415675-5438784062168017521?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5438784062168017521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/conspiracy-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5438784062168017521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5438784062168017521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/conspiracy-theory.html' title='Conspiracy Theory'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-115057613282977294</id><published>2010-09-22T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:20:44.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl can dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now that Markus is based in San Francisco and&amp;nbsp;reality is setting in that we&amp;nbsp;may be moving&amp;nbsp;to the city by the bay, my&amp;nbsp;new&amp;nbsp;obsession is to&amp;nbsp;look at&amp;nbsp;craigslist apartment ads in our favorite neighborhoods.&amp;nbsp; Most in our price range are studio and 1 bedrooms.&amp;nbsp; Which, after owning our&amp;nbsp;3 bedroom&amp;nbsp; home for the last 3 years, can be&amp;nbsp;a little depressing.&amp;nbsp; We will think of it as the "living bohemian" chapter in our marriage.&amp;nbsp; It will be quaint and kitchy.&amp;nbsp; I envision myself scouring flea markets and buying local produce from the farmers' market on the weekends.&amp;nbsp; And, on the upside, I will have no problem decorating an apartment that small!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But after laying my eyes on this&amp;nbsp;listing over at &lt;a href="http://hookedonhouses.net/2010/09/22/a-neoclassical-revival-in-san-fran-with-32-million-views/#comment-165783"&gt;Hooked on Houses&lt;/a&gt;, I'm not sure I can downsize.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking we need to start playing the lotto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJoQHytt1wI/AAAAAAAABCc/T1XA1Yfbvdc/s1600/exterior.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJoQHytt1wI/AAAAAAAABCc/T1XA1Yfbvdc/s400/exterior.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The size is a little garish for my taste.&amp;nbsp; I don't think we need our own basketball court or au pair suite. Our children can play basketball at the Y and our au pair can stay in one of the 7 bedrooms ;)&amp;nbsp; But I will take that kitchen, the views, and the fabulous decor and attention to detail.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;molding alone makes my heart skip a beat.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention the panoramic view of San Francisco from almost anywhere in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJob3gQBeSI/AAAAAAAABCk/0WUvC99EUUA/s1600/kitchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="327" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJob3gQBeSI/AAAAAAAABCk/0WUvC99EUUA/s400/kitchen.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJod3amp3RI/AAAAAAAABC0/E07HUBGlbgA/s1600/dining.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJod3amp3RI/AAAAAAAABC0/E07HUBGlbgA/s400/dining.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJob42TpnbI/AAAAAAAABCs/5tmueN1f0hc/s1600/office.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJob42TpnbI/AAAAAAAABCs/5tmueN1f0hc/s400/office.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;More photos can be found on the properties &lt;a href="http://www.2701broadwaystreet.com/#/showcase/2701-Broadway"&gt;web site&lt;/a&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/6249773883897415675-115057613282977294?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/115057613282977294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/girl-can-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/115057613282977294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/115057613282977294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/girl-can-dream.html' title='A girl can dream'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJoQHytt1wI/AAAAAAAABCc/T1XA1Yfbvdc/s72-c/exterior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-8473429196603532895</id><published>2010-09-21T21:36:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:32:33.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>There's an island way out in the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;we slipped down to the islands&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and spent a few days in paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was nice. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlSctW5yiI/AAAAAAAAA_0/fG5AFrkAM-Y/s640/IMG_3016.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlYeS9xdQI/AAAAAAAABAs/ks19UVmaxeE/s640/IMG_3032.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlY5R-k47I/AAAAAAAABA0/WfWdGYmvD5Q/s1600/IMG_3095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlY5R-k47I/AAAAAAAABA0/WfWdGYmvD5Q/s640/IMG_3095.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Slow down and everything you are chasing will come around and catch you.&amp;nbsp; ~John De Paola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlZI9fzDTI/AAAAAAAABA8/c0vT3qU78fk/s1600/IMG_3103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlZI9fzDTI/AAAAAAAABA8/c0vT3qU78fk/s640/IMG_3103.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJlT19pKSXI/AAAAAAAABAU/w3d5_Kv9YOI/s640/IMG_3063.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; 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Can't you tell from his posture in this picture?  He also shaved his head without telling me.  I wasn't a fan but it grew back quickly :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516934671645444834" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAW2ph2iuI/AAAAAAAAA-A/QwLmK1LDsaY/s640/IMG_2850.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We did some yard work to get ready for summer.  I forgot how green our grass can be.  Oh, and check out the fence.  Markus pressure washed it, and everything else that he could get his hands on.  And I finally convinced Markus to re-stain our deck.  It was reddish brown and I HATED it.  Now it's a beautiful green and I LOVE it.  It's such a beautiful color.  I wish I could paint the house green!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516939267927055906" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAbCMAyHiI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/DCvDS7d_v00/s640/IMG_2931_2.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516937567997256626" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAZfPR747I/AAAAAAAAA-I/hWtS36fYQ-Q/s640/IMG_2923_2.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516937574623035234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAZfn9pP2I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ugW4VCguamU/s640/IMG_2925.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We threw a party on Memorial Day.  The adults played ladder golf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516941211982138530" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAczWLojKI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Tj5-eHKwkcw/s640/IMG_2911.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls vs. Boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516942177341102130" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAdribJWDI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ZFgLqcJFtl0/s640/IMG_2909_2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the kids had fun with the water toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christian, Weber, Capri - Age 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516941202372287138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAcyyYd2qI/AAAAAAAAA-o/tuKx3MLn5LA/s640/IMG_2916.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Morales twins were also there.  Look at those eyelashes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAfZd8ZPsI/AAAAAAAAA_A/mB1QG98PHGA/s1600/IMG_2913_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516944065923989186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAfZd8ZPsI/AAAAAAAAA_A/mB1QG98PHGA/s640/IMG_2913_2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a day in July where we didn't think we would see this guy again.  Charlie got out of the back yard and spent the night in puppy jail.  This was the photo we used for his missing poster.  It makes me really happy to look at this photo, now that he is back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516939276660211074" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAbCsi7fYI/AAAAAAAAA-g/oSo1iGLlekI/s640/IMG_2935_2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We got out on the golf course once.  Markus has such a better swing than me.  I'm just worried about hitting the ball.  I don't really care where it goes as long as it's up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAhBqv474I/AAAAAAAAA_I/n-jQkKnB_Ao/s1600/IMG_2943_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516945856067596162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAhBqv474I/AAAAAAAAA_I/n-jQkKnB_Ao/s640/IMG_2943_2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAhCIMIhaI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hjkpAV1nSgI/s1600/IMG_2947_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516945863970686370" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAhCIMIhaI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hjkpAV1nSgI/s640/IMG_2947_2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to see the Flying Squirrels game for Father's Day.  That's the name of our new baseball team.  Their motto is "have fun, go nutz".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weber is telling Markus "Dude, this is my Sasa, Step off".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAi45hKs9I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/S-6pGvQJptg/s1600/IMG_3008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516947904436810706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAi45hKs9I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/S-6pGvQJptg/s640/IMG_3008.jpg" width="573" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that's okay because his sister stole my man later in the game.  Twin power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;≈ &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAlK0lyymI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Q8AiRsiJTRc/s1600/35745_404390999677_649439677_4352386_1404470_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516950411374938722" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAlK0lyymI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Q8AiRsiJTRc/s640/35745_404390999677_649439677_4352386_1404470_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whew, I'll have to finish this up tomorrow, it's almost my bedtime.  I took more photos than I thought and I'm only in July.  Stay tuned for part duex...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-3247783058995740977?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3247783058995740977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3247783058995740977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3247783058995740977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-2010.html' title='Summer 2010 {Part 1}'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TJAVUxoSOHI/AAAAAAAAA94/TxNAcA-WqNI/s72-c/IMG_2856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-1864451495870840375</id><published>2010-09-13T21:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T12:27:31.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><title type='text'>Do you wanna?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That sentence makes our dogs go crazy! It doesn't matter what you say afterwards, they know they are going for a walk. It's the same thing everyday; Charlie has to sit and be quiet before we put his leash on. Meeko, not so much. The saying "you can't teach a dog new tricks" was invented because of Meeko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you would think after almost 2 years of going on walks, Charlie would hear "Do you wanna" and immediately sit down. But, without fail, he acts like a crazy animal. I love it and hate it all at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="300" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14947190" frameborder="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a goof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-1864451495870840375?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1864451495870840375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-you-wanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1864451495870840375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1864451495870840375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-you-wanna.html' title='Do you wanna?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5482094138538267745</id><published>2010-09-10T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:57:07.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I love about Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;10. Sleeping with the windows open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;9. toasting marshmellows &amp;amp; snuggling to keep warm by a fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sho.com/site/dexter/home.do"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dexter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;, Dexter, Dexter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;7. Mums, winter pansies, &amp;amp; asters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;5. Apple picking {&amp;amp; pie eating}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;4. Fall back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;3. Boots, sweaters, &amp;amp; jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Pumpkin patch {&amp;amp; carving}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Fall Foilage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What are you looking forward to with the change of seasons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-5482094138538267745?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5482094138538267745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-things-i-love-about-fall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5482094138538267745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5482094138538267745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-things-i-love-about-fall.html' title='10 things I love about Fall'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-1914042798999756115</id><published>2010-09-10T11:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:56:14.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been reading a lot of posts about the end of summer and how much fun everyone had. I am not one of those people. Summer is usually my favorite season and I look forward to it starting December 26th. But this summer was off. I was restless. It was too hot and I couldn't find my grove. August was especially awful. I'm glad it's over. I'm hoping September will bring better weather, a better mood, and more time with family &amp;amp; friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has changed since the beginning of the summer. My perspective is different. One of the things that has changed is Markus' job. We started the summer in anticipation of him landing the job, and when it finally came my nerves set in. All of the what ifs and daydreaming about a new life together became a reality. Reality is waaaaaay different from daydreaming. Be careful what you wish for. It's scary and a little lonely thinking about uprooting our family and moving to California. But I'm also really excited and looking forward to a change. Our life has felt a little stagnant the last year and I am open to new possibilities and challenges. I just keep trying to remember that wherever you go, there you are. I think that is the key to making this move successful. I have to remember that if I am not happy with myself then I will not be happy with myself in a new place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I am going to take the change of seasons and the change of our new life as a time to work on myself and figure out what is making me unhappy. I don't like feeling restless and not being able to sit still and relax. I did not read one book this summer. Not one. I didn't have the patience to sit down and relax enough. I didn't work on the house or take pictures. I didn't cook or entertain. I hardly went for walks with the dogs or did yoga. I wanted to go to concerts and I didn't see one. I blamed it on not having anyone to go with but I could have made more of an effort. And I certainly didn't blog because I didn't have anything nice to say. Looking back I'm not really sure what I did. And that makes me sad that I wasted what could be our last summer in Virginia (at least for awhile) doing things I can't even remember. I think when we got the news of Markus' new job I just froze and stopped living. It was like the news was too much to take and so I just didn't do anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm getting all of this out in the open so I can make a conscious effort to work on doing things I enjoy and making myself content again. And hopefully the change will do me good. If I'm not back to blogging and taking photos in a few weeks, send chocolate and anti-depressents ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-1914042798999756115?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1914042798999756115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodbye-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1914042798999756115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1914042798999756115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodbye-summer.html' title='Goodbye, Summer'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-1695622861097232138</id><published>2010-07-23T17:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T17:46:13.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems like a no brainer</title><content type='html'>You can get with this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TEoJILlRANI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/o5c4S2doOOI/s1600/ric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TEoJILlRANI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/o5c4S2doOOI/s400/ric.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497216331311808722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or you can get with that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TEoJfVLs5xI/AAAAAAAAA9g/hrmKTKziDkk/s400/sf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497216729025931026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I'll get with &lt;a href="http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-left-my-heart-in-san-francisco.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'cause this is where it's at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Easier said than done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had no idea when we visited San Francisco last August that we would be back so soon.  Nor in my wildest dreams did I think we may be moving to the city by the bay so soon.  It was fun to walk around the neighborhoods and dream about "what if" but now it may be our reality and that is blowing. my. mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going out to SF in a few weeks to scout out the neighborhoods, see what we like, and see where we can afford (If Markus makes 1 more Oakland comment I might punch him in the face).  I have a feeling we will like much more than we can afford.  But that's okay because I think I will fall in love with the city and spend most of my time exploring.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm really looking forward to this trip.  There will be no visiting tourist attractions or running around trying to squeeze it all in.  I plan on just hanging out and living as if we were residents of the city.  I hope that's the way it's going to go, anyway.  And I'm also hoping to escape the heat.  It will be nice to be outdoors and not feel like you are in a sauna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-1695622861097232138?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1695622861097232138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/07/seems-like-no-brainer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1695622861097232138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1695622861097232138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/07/seems-like-no-brainer.html' title='Seems like a no brainer'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TEoJILlRANI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/o5c4S2doOOI/s72-c/ric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-2640414620651265317</id><published>2010-07-20T10:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:28:10.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever wanted to take the clock and stop everything around you so you can stand still and just think for a minute? Catch your breath and look around to see what needs to be done. That's how I am feeling lately. There are so many things I want to do but not enough time. But I don't even know if that's true. I think there is time to do everything I want to do, I'm just wasting it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I could waste an entire weekend sleeping in until noon, watching tv, ordering take-out, and not showering until it was time to go out for the night. Now I feel lazy and unproductive if I sleep past 8 a.m. on the weekends. If I don't check off everything on my to do list by Saturday afternoon and add some more stuff for Sunday. I feel like if it is nice outside (and by nice I mean below 95 degrees and not raining) I feel like I HAVE to be outside doing something. What I don't exactly know, but I know it's too pretty of a day to be sitting inside watching tv. So lately I have tried to slow things down a bit, not stress if the house isn't clean and the laundry all done. Sit on the sofa and watch a movie, in the middle of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels good, but I still hear the voice in the back of my head telling me the laundry needs to be done, the house needs to be cleaned, and for god's sake woman, the sun is out - go do SOMETHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do so many things this summer because before I know it summer will be over. And this week is the last week of summer I will have with M. He leaves for training on Sunday and when he finishes summer will be ending and he will be practically living in another city - on the other side of the country. Oy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you cram the whole month of August into 5 days? I don't want to spend his last 5 days on the couch watching tv or doing chores. And selfishly, I don't even want to share him with other people. I want to stop everything and do all the things we never got around to doing this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-2640414620651265317?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2640414620651265317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/07/oy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2640414620651265317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2640414620651265317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/07/oy.html' title='Oy!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-7477244436159140867</id><published>2010-06-20T10:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:11:32.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer school sucks'/><title type='text'>Let the FUN begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhh!  I just turned in my last assignment for this semester and I'm D O N E!  Hallelujah, praise the Lord, pass the plate around one. more. time!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It has been a very challenging 6 weeks. Every weekend has been full of homework.  I feel like all I have done is read and write and edit and crop.  I'm looking forward to having the summer "off" and returning to my normal activities, like writing on this blog without the fear of my professor returning it with red marks and negative comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hope y'all are already enjoying the summer and have something fun planned!  We are working on it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-7477244436159140867?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7477244436159140867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-fun-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7477244436159140867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7477244436159140867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-fun-begin.html' title='Let the FUN begin!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-4979947125341359531</id><published>2010-06-14T13:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:09:56.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TBZg8OltcvI/AAAAAAAAA9I/KspHmhN-Q_c/s1600/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482676184194839282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TBZg8OltcvI/AAAAAAAAA9I/KspHmhN-Q_c/s400/quote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I needed to be reminded of this today. Sometimes I forgot that I can't control everything that is happening in my life. I just need to go with the flow and see where the road takes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-4979947125341359531?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4979947125341359531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/06/finding-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4979947125341359531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4979947125341359531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/06/finding-inspiration.html' title='Finding Inspiration'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/TBZg8OltcvI/AAAAAAAAA9I/KspHmhN-Q_c/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-8872084301850988767</id><published>2010-06-02T10:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:18:09.352-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About'/><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello, Internet! Did you miss me? I didn't mean to take such a long break from blogging. It just sort of happened. I signed into my blogger account this morning and realized my last post was my 99th post. Kind of odd I decided to stop there. So this is my 100th post. Pretty neat to think I have strung together enough thoughts to make up 100 posts on the wall. And, I think my first post was sometime last April so it's been {off &amp;amp; on} a year of blogging. Woohoo! I haven't looked back to see what I was blogging about last year. I don't think enough time has passed so I'll save that for a rainy day sometime in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think part of the reason I haven't blogged in awhile is because I'm constantly writing for school and I've gotten a little burnt out. I don't really enjoy writing. I do, however, enjoy blogging. I don't have to worry about punctuation or perfect grammer on the blog. Everyone who knows me knows I am bad at that and math. So, if you have come here for perfect spelling and interesting math problems, you have come to the wrong blog. Sorry, folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also still grieving over the loss of my Grandmother. And I know that has something to do with why I haven't felt the need to blog. I've been working through my grief internally and haven't really felt like sharing much of that with anyone, except my husband. He gets me and has been so helpful in this process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, school, work, chores, and life in general, has been kicking my butt a little. I am not superwoman. I cannot be everywhere at once doing everything that is asked of me or expected of me (most of those expectations are my own because I want to be superwoman). I know a lot of women struggle with this balance. I am learning to say no, take time for myself, prioritize, and slow down, a little at a time. When did life get so busy?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to catch up in the next few days on the stuff that is worth mentioning. Before I forget the details of our life, I would like to document them on this here blog. So that when I am old and senile I will be able to remember all the little things that make life great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-8872084301850988767?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8872084301850988767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-baaaaack.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8872084301850988767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8872084301850988767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaack'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-8372783490324796935</id><published>2010-03-24T13:22:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:51:41.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Dear Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start so I guess I'll start at the beginning. I have been feeling a little overwhelmed lately and I'm not quite sure why. Nothing much has changed. I remember a few weeks ago feeling like life was great. I was getting back to a good routine of work, school, exercise, and catching up with friends and family. I had an exceptionally good day on Friday, the 5th. I went for a run with my friend Susan and had a great weekend planned ahead with Markus finally home! The weather was starting to warm and spring was just around the corner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my beloved Grandmother had a stroke on Saturday and by Thursday she was gone. I tried to compartmentalize everything by saying it was expected, she was 86 and had been suffering from cancer for quite some time. I knew there wasn't much time left with her but you can never prepare yourself for how quickly they deteriorate before death. I have seen it before with other family members who have succumb to cancer but never with someone I was so close with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days between her death and the funeral are a blur. And then I went back to my normal life but it's not normal with a loved one who has been there for 30 years suddenly gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel that immense sadness you feel when you hear about a disaster or see sick children on television. Which is what I thought I should feel. But I do feel something that is constant and every once in awhile it rears it's head to say she is gone. Or something will trigger a memory and then it comes rushing forward. I guess this is what grief is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so angry that I want to scream or hit something. And sometimes I feel restless and can't think of one place I want to be other than with her. I find solace in knowing that she is in a better place and with loved ones who have passed. But I also find myself being selfish and wanting my grandmother back. It makes me so sad that my children will not know her. She was the most amazing grandmother and hopefully some of her traits will live on in me. They are very big shoes to fill and I find myself thinking of ways to be more like grandmama everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find myself saying the serenity prayer a lot these days too, which helps to keep things in perspective and realize there is something greater than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening. It feels really good to get all of that out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S6pPwkVQlvI/AAAAAAAAA9A/gPT4ckTg1g4/s1600/grandmama+chenault.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452257994690565874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S6pPwkVQlvI/AAAAAAAAA9A/gPT4ckTg1g4/s800/grandmama+chenault.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of my favorite more recent pictures of her at my wedding. She was so happy to be there and was always smiling.&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/6249773883897415675-8372783490324796935?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8372783490324796935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8372783490324796935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8372783490324796935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S6pPwkVQlvI/AAAAAAAAA9A/gPT4ckTg1g4/s72-c/grandmama+chenault.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-1695339166235357872</id><published>2010-02-15T10:38:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:22:19.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Music Monday: Oh Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you know me very well, then you know I have an affection for all things Canadian. Their accent, music, and Candice Olsen are enough to make want to visit. But after watching the Olympics this past weekend and learning even more about our friendly neighbor to the north, I feel a trip to Canada in our near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are so many artists from Canada that I love so I thought I would feature some on Music Monday in honor of the Vancouver Olympics going on right now (so excited!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iVGc7J68OY"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sarah Mclachlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - She was my first Canadian love. Her album, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fumbling-Towards-Ecstasy/dp/B00136JVPU"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fumbling Towards Ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which was released in 1993, is still one of my all time favorite albums. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fr7zVwX4fsU"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Fiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Most recognize this artist from the iPod Nano commercial that featured the song, 1,2,3,4 off of her latest album, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Reminder/dp/B000V9D0XY/ref=sr_shvl_album_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1266250768&amp;amp;sr=301-1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The Reminder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. But it's her sophomore album, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Let-It-Die/dp/B0013DAC8I/ref=sr_shvl_album_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1266250930&amp;amp;sr=301-1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Let It Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, that grabbed my attention. I love the song Mushaboom about the village with the same name in Novia Scotia and the simple life of raising a family and tending to the home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyMC5MJYOZ8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Leonard Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - K.D. Lang, another great Canadian talent, performed his song Hallelujah during the Vancouver opening ceremony. But my first exposure to Cohen was through his album &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ten-New-Songs-Leonard-Cohen/dp/B00005Q45W/ref=sr_1_13?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1266252763&amp;amp;sr=8-13"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ten New Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and I have been hooked ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Kr6L22w7H8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Great Lake Swimmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - They had me at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ongiara-Great-Lake-Swimmers/dp/B000OHZKB8/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1266253251&amp;amp;sr=8-5"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ongiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's a little bit Canadian folk and a little bluegrass. Perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZKFoMq3GaA"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Be Good Tanyas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Their albums &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chinatown-Be-Good-Tanyas/dp/B000089IYV/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1266254629&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Chinatown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hello-Love-Be-Good-Tanyas/dp/B000I0QKBK/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1266254629&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hello Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are in heavy rotation at our house. I wish they would put another album out so I could have a chance to see them in concert. Again, another blend of Canadian folk and Southern bluegrass, which seems to be my favorite combo right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Canada! I hope to visit your beautiful country very very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-1695339166235357872?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1695339166235357872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/02/music-monday-oh-canada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1695339166235357872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1695339166235357872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/02/music-monday-oh-canada.html' title='Music Monday: Oh Canada'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5559920816833994593</id><published>2010-02-08T16:39:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:08:42.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Snow Day{s}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S3CHPFeBWbI/AAAAAAAAA8I/T5YeTVDeQuA/s1600-h/IMG_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S3CHPFeBWbI/AAAAAAAAA8I/T5YeTVDeQuA/s800/IMG_2358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435993443472071090" style="cursor: pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S3CIB0lykaI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/YWoav_xf2hA/s800/IMG_2385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435994315114582434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S3CHPFeBWbI/AAAAAAAAA8I/T5YeTVDeQuA/s1600-h/IMG_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S3CIjL-JY6I/AAAAAAAAA8g/SdkwqXF7Zzg/s1600-h/IMG_2429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S3CIjL-JY6I/AAAAAAAAA8g/SdkwqXF7Zzg/s800/IMG_2429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435994888326439842" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6249773883897415675-5559920816833994593?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5559920816833994593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5559920816833994593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5559920816833994593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-days.html' title='Snow Day{s}'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S3CHPFeBWbI/AAAAAAAAA8I/T5YeTVDeQuA/s72-c/IMG_2358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-1116636362063665341</id><published>2010-02-05T20:39:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:42:44.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>If you're bored and it's snowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Clap your hands {clap, clap}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is probably true for anyone reading this on the East Coast.  I don't ever remember getting back to back snow storms this far south.  But here it is, the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Friday in a row where it's snowing and we are stuck inside.  We aren't accustomed to this kind of weather.  I'm sure if we were in the North or Midwest we would be out driving around, going about our business.  But since I live in the South and just the mention of snow cancels school and sends everyone running to their nearest grocery for milk and bread, I am inside going STIR CRAZY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And what to do when you are stir crazy and &lt;s&gt;can't&lt;/s&gt; don't want to go outside?  Catch up on homework?  Nah, that's for nerds.  Finish home projects?  Bah, that's for the birds.  Cook, bake, and eat your way out of boredom?  Now you're talking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week I came down with a terrible stomach bug and couldn't eat a real meal for FIVE days.  So, when it started snowing Friday night and we were stuck inside all day Saturday, I took that as a sign to make up for lost time.  I went into the kitchen around 10 a.m and came out sometime around 7 p.m. covered in flour, sugar, and grease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of the things that came out of the kitchen were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Garten's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tri-B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;erry Muffins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2zMa-cz7eI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/kMdXMnJKpOQ/s1600-h/IMG_2351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2zMa-cz7eI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/kMdXMnJKpOQ/s800/IMG_2351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434943614141853154" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Meyer Lemon and Ricotta Pancakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  w/ creme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;fraiche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (adapted from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fairmont&lt;/span&gt; in San Francisco)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2zTuJfKO6I/AAAAAAAAA8A/1M42fxICozE/s1600-h/IMG_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2zTuJfKO6I/AAAAAAAAA8A/1M42fxICozE/s800/IMG_1996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434951640103402402" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/french-chocolate-bark-recipe/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;French Chocolate Bark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt; (adapted from Ina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Garten&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2zOc-gauZI/AAAAAAAAA7g/eHz6RLEkedY/s1600-h/IMG_2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2zOc-gauZI/AAAAAAAAA7g/eHz6RLEkedY/s800/IMG_2303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434945847539972498" style="cursor: pointer;  " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that we turned into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt; (that goes great with red wine!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2zO4NKEs6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/Zvc4WRtsBG4/s1600-h/IMG_2319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2zO4NKEs6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/Zvc4WRtsBG4/s800/IMG_2319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434946315329254306" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And last, but not least...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oreo Balls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2zPUg2n-hI/AAAAAAAAA7w/SOIX_pgsXgU/s1600-h/IMG_2300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2zPUg2n-hI/AAAAAAAAA7w/SOIX_pgsXgU/s800/IMG_2300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434946801652726290" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I snapped this picture before they were dipped in white chocolate, which I forgot to take b/c I was too busy stuffing my face full of sugar.  Can you tell I had a sweet tooth last week?  That's what happens when I can't eat for FIVE days.  And also why I don't get diets.  Telling myself I can't have something only makes me want it more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With snow in the forecast for this weekend, we thought we would try something other than cooking to keep us from getting bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drinking!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Markus came up with a great concoction of Tequila**, lime, and ginger ale.  It's delicious and smooth goes down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*e-mail me if you would like recipes I didn't link to.  I was too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; lazy to type them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;**I'm not allowed to drink Tequila unless under constant supervision and away from the general public, so this is a real treat!&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/6249773883897415675-1116636362063665341?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1116636362063665341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-youre-bored-and-its-snowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1116636362063665341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1116636362063665341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-youre-bored-and-its-snowing.html' title='If you&apos;re bored and it&apos;s snowing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2zMa-cz7eI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/kMdXMnJKpOQ/s72-c/IMG_2351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5072080143140165331</id><published>2010-02-01T14:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:14:48.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Music Monday: Citizen Cope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Markus and I are going to see this band play Saturday night at &lt;a href="http://thenationalva.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The National&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. His music is a blend of reggae, hip hop, blues, and southern beatnik. Very nice music to listen to, especially on a warm, sunny day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xAuQmJzt_q0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xAuQmJzt_q0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="637" height="516"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-5072080143140165331?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5072080143140165331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/02/music-monday-citizen-cope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5072080143140165331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5072080143140165331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/02/music-monday-citizen-cope.html' title='Music Monday: Citizen Cope'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-2648598591890999020</id><published>2010-01-31T19:06:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:12:51.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>December highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;On the eve of the 2nd month of 2010, I thought I would post some of my favorite pictures from the last month of 2009. Better late than never!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of lying around by the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433069635853918610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2YkDFUIoZI/AAAAAAAAA4w/UyyyF24xGFk/s800/IMG_1977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being couch potatoes because the giant pillow on the floor is clearly not as comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433071168273541714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2YlcSBcalI/AAAAAAAAA44/9bmm1GNJCcU/s800/IMG_2052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433077997603510802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2YrpzQl2hI/AAAAAAAAA5o/YA4J89oiiIA/s800/IMG_2054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even made it of the sofa and got dressed up for a holiday party for a Jamaican reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433078110032600946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2YrwWFxn3I/AAAAAAAAA5w/ob9Aosq-FA4/s800/10951_1267898692928_1093627967_836549_1053648_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We baked cookies with Brynn, Grant, and Abbey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433071947077095154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2YmJnSrjvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/cuLHI5MeeMM/s800/IMG_2059.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And had our first snow of the season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433072503164309826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2Ymp-4NEUI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/uv4s7n_Uyro/s800/IMG_2079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a slow, snowy start, finally made our way up North for our annual Hakkarainen Christmas in Brookside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433076986291381314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2Yqu70_ZEI/AAAAAAAAA5g/1x_d3pyz1VE/s800/IMG_2115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where it was more napping and relaxing. This was Charlie's first trip to Heikki's. He really made himself at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2YsrUckO9I/AAAAAAAAA54/eV-fti79xc8/s1600-h/IMG_2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433079123203603410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2YsrUckO9I/AAAAAAAAA54/eV-fti79xc8/s800/IMG_2168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeko stuck close to his favorite buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433079797735916306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2YtSlRmgxI/AAAAAAAAA6A/iFGNg1ABg4s/s800/IMG_2159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but certainly not least, we snuck in a romantic getaway to my favorite city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2Yua91D90I/AAAAAAAAA6I/P-WqKVGN2FQ/s1600-h/IMG_2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433081041277679426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2Yua91D90I/AAAAAAAAA6I/P-WqKVGN2FQ/s800/IMG_2122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that travel and holiday cheer cost a lot so we sent Charlie off to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433082614241753442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2Yv2hk6-WI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/S7jSe67A0Dg/s800/IMG_2176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is our month in a nutshell. I hope to have more pictures up on our Flickr account soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-2648598591890999020?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2648598591890999020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/01/december-highlights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2648598591890999020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2648598591890999020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/01/december-highlights.html' title='December highlights'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S2YkDFUIoZI/AAAAAAAAA4w/UyyyF24xGFk/s72-c/IMG_1977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-4584618895802026577</id><published>2010-01-21T15:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:23:40.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Wetting the whistle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just because I haven't personally blogged, doesn't mean I haven't been reading them. Especially design blogs. I just can't help it, it's in my blood. Here are some things I have found to tide me over until I can work on my own home again. Hope you find them as inspiring and mouth watering to look at as I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you seen the movie, It's Complicated? I was in awe over the set design and was anxiously awaiting for Julia over at &lt;a href="http://hookedonhouses.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hooked on Houses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to do a Movie Monday on the set. She dug up a few visual stimulating photos to hold us over until the DVD comes out later this year. You can check it out &lt;a href="http://hookedonhouses.net/2010/01/17/meryl-streeps-spanish-style-ranch-in-its-complicated/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S1dF84kmJgI/AAAAAAAAA4I/ni-NO3XeYhk/s1600-h/Its-Complicated-kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428884788098770434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S1dF84kmJgI/AAAAAAAAA4I/ni-NO3XeYhk/s800/Its-Complicated-kitchen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't tell my husband, but I already have ideas for a kitchen like this in our next house (and maybe our current, shhhhh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And just today I saw a post over at &lt;a href="http://designsponge.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Design Sponge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on a swoon worthy office. Who wouldn't want to come to work everyday with digs like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S1i2bwRvHDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/DfFo_oPGm9E/s800/parliament4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429289938727148594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S1i1xL_2E5I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/1eWKdySzmuI/s800/parliament1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429289207433925522" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And my favorite Interior Designer/blogger/new mama, Erica over at &lt;a href="http://blog.urbangrace.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Urban Grace Interiors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blogged about Birmingham Architect &lt;a href="http://www.billingramarchitect.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Ingram's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lake house that was featured in &lt;a href="http://www.billingramarchitect.com/assets/files/pdfs/Bills-Cabin.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cottage Living&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (it has also been featured in many other publications, check out the links under publications for more pictures and details). I fell in love with the play of bold textures, dark wood, and soft hues immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S1dKU-SSZwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/eaVqoSJeXok/s1600-h/Cottage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428889599995963138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S1dKU-SSZwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/eaVqoSJeXok/s800/Cottage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And those striped hardwood floors are making me consider painting ours. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. I never know the proper way to give credit to images/ideas found on other web sites. My purpose is to share, not offend so If this is your work and you do not want it displayed, please let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. We are learning idioms in my strategic reading class. Don't you like how I have incorporated it into my day-to-day living? My teacher would be so proud ;).&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/6249773883897415675-4584618895802026577?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4584618895802026577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/01/wetting-whistle.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4584618895802026577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4584618895802026577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/01/wetting-whistle.html' title='Wetting the whistle'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/S1dF84kmJgI/AAAAAAAAA4I/ni-NO3XeYhk/s72-c/Its-Complicated-kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-4833570090457182937</id><published>2010-01-04T21:25:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:57:55.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Hi there! It's been awhile. I didn't mean to take a vacation from blogging but it just sort of happened. December, as it usually does, got a little hectic. We had a great month full of parties, family, travel, and friends. I wanted to document it on the blog but the days started to run together and before I knew it, it was 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer I was away, the harder I found it to come back. Not because I don't enjoy blogging but I just didn't know where to start. I haven't taken very many photographs over the last month. I wasn't really in the mood. I do have some photos of Christmas to put up but I can't find the cord that connects the camera to the computer. Oh well. I'll eventually get there. And, I haven't done much to the house as far as decorating. I'm on a hiatus after all the fall renovations we did. Which, I also need to blog about but want to do so with before and after pictures (see above sentence). I have been cooking A LOT. I go through phases and that is the phase I am in now. I have had shorter work days this month and have been using the extra time in the afternoons in the kitchen. I go back to work full time next week and I am really going to miss my extra "free" hours. I didn't document any of the items I whipped up but was generous to share with a few friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have just been enjoying living my life off-line. It's nice to do every once and awhile! We will see how much longer it lasts now that I will be in the office for a full 40 hours a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tuned to see what's next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-4833570090457182937?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4833570090457182937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-baaaack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4833570090457182937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4833570090457182937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaack'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-7498403735814958986</id><published>2009-12-04T11:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:27:53.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll admit it now, I was kind of dreading Thanksgiving. I'm not sure why. I am a "get in full spirit of the holidays" kind of gal. I try to enjoy every moment between Thanksgiving and Christmas because it always seems to go by too fast. I think part of my problem was that we had tackled too many projects around the house in the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving. My house was a wreck. I had too many things to do and not enough time (don't we all!). But the night before my father-in-law was to arrive, the Thanksgiving Gods sent me some help. Markus came home from a trip and my mom spent the night with us. We got everything done in one night and as soon as my house was put back in order I felt much calmer. Amazing how a clean house can somehow clear away my bad mood. Markus did the grocery shopping, and all I had to do was cook. Something that also always helps me get out of a funk. I think I was destined to be a house wife (hint hint).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Thanksgiving weekend was wonderful and I had many blessings to be thankful for. I was thankful that my father-in-law was able to come for the 3rd annual Hakkarainen Thanksgiving dinner. We look forward to his twice annual visits all year long. My Aunt and cousin surprised us by coming up from Florida for the weekend. I had not seen them since the spring and our visits are always too quick. I'm also thankful that I got to see both sides of my family on Thanksgiving. And it wasn't nearly as stressful as it used to be when I was a child. And last but not least, I'm very thankful for the time I got to spend with my husband. He was home almost the entire month of November and I enjoyed every moment of it. Even when I had to change his bandage and pack his wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm especially looking forward to the next month and celebrating the holidays with family and friends. I LOVE Christmas, more than ever now that I have my own family to spend it with and a home to decorate and fill with holiday spirit. I owe that to the Chenault side of my family. They were all about traditions and creating memories. And now I get it. When I think back on the holidays, it's always the things we did every year as a family that stick out in my head. Decorating cookies, having tea with Santa at Miller &amp;amp; Rhodes, going to see the Nutcracker ballet, and Christmas dinner at my grandparents house. And now Markus and I get to create our own traditions and memories. Something that makes me very excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-7498403735814958986?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7498403735814958986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/12/grateful.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7498403735814958986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7498403735814958986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/12/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-6700523696766179174</id><published>2009-11-24T11:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:04:37.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm feeling a little overwhelmed this holiday season and I'm not exactly sure why. I was really starting to get excited last week while r.s.v.p.-ing to parties and coordinating cookie baking with the kids. But then something happened and now I am procrastinating. I'm supposed to be planning our Thanksgiving menu as I type and shopping on my lunch break (oh, and working. Today is a work day). But I just can't bring myself to look through recipes. So instead I created this list thinking it would help jump start me into getting ready for Turkey day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SwwR20PSSzI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/NdMIJ1bhbzA/s1600/List.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407716885998488370" style="; CURSOR: hand; " alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SwwR20PSSzI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/NdMIJ1bhbzA/s800/List.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got the idea of placing all of my grocery items into categories from my favorite chef, Ina Garten. It proves very efficient when at the store. And added more categories in the extra space to help organize all the other tasks that are usually involved when grocery shopping. Like dry cleaning, post office, etc. I hope it helps me get my butt in gear, or else we will be eating frozen pizza instead of a Thanksgiving feast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-6700523696766179174?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6700523696766179174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/planning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6700523696766179174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6700523696766179174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/planning.html' title='Planning'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SwwR20PSSzI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/NdMIJ1bhbzA/s72-c/List.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-731930498504600772</id><published>2009-11-23T13:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:28:37.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Music Monday: The Human Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://www.begoodtanyas.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Be Good Tanyas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If you look at their web site, it describes them as groovy, bluesy, bluegrass women. Perfect description. This song is one of my favorites to dance to. It's off of their last album, &lt;em&gt;Hello Love&lt;/em&gt;. I wish they would make another album and go on tour. I would be there in a heartbeat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is made from thousands of drawings by an artist out of New Mexico named Kate Brown.  I can't imagine how much time it took but the finished product is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gd1Ie370rHk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gd1Ie370rHk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up and dance, I dare ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-731930498504600772?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/731930498504600772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-monday-human-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/731930498504600772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/731930498504600772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-monday-human-thing.html' title='Music Monday: The Human Thing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5671225868530553201</id><published>2009-11-16T15:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:55:11.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>No design blogs for me for a long, long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or I'm pretty sure this will be our first and last anniversary we celebrate as a &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; married couple. Let's just say Markus does not share my enthusiasm for home projects and decorating. He tolerates a few here and there, but I think I have crossed the line. I met him at the hardware store this morning for what has to be the 10th time in a week (5 trips were in a 24 hour window) to buy some trim paint. And as we were saying our goodbyes he told me this is the last time he is buying paint for this house and I had better like all the colors. Markus does not use strong words often, but when he does I know I better take notice. I love you, babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, so it all started last weekend with an idea to wrap up the upstairs project we started last February. We needed to paint the back of a book shelf, hang a few items I purchased at IKEA last spring, and spruce up a (very) small bathroom. This included taking down wallpaper, painting, and replacing brass fixtures with brushed nickel. Sounds fairly easy, right? No construction or major renovating involved. I won't bore you with details but let's just say it sounded A LOT easier on paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This snowballed into projects in almost all rooms of our house and a lot more trips to the hardware store, contracting my mom and her husband for some painting and carpentry projects, and my dad for some plumbing issues. Lesson to learn for &lt;s&gt;future&lt;/s&gt; opp (other peoples projects): Have a game plan BEFORE you start, write a comprehensive list of what you will need from the hardware store, and most importantly finish one room before moving on to another. However, I have a feeling if we had done all of this before starting Markus would have said no. Isn't there a saying "it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission"? Please forgive me, babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Wednesday night, after painting for 5 hours, I had the idea to get out of town for our anniversary. We both needed a break. Markus especially since he has been home 24/7 for the last 2 weeks. My mom &lt;s&gt;had no choice&lt;/s&gt; offered to stay and watch the dogs while they finished the dining room. So we packed up Saturday morning and headed to Charlottesville. It was perfect and much needed. We came back a little less stressed and ready to finish what we had started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my wonderful husband who has tolerated all of my ideas over the last few weeks. I promise to cool it, at least until after the holidays ;) I will even do all of the holiday decorating while you are out of town so you don't have to see any boxes or put up the tree. What a deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I can't wait to share all of the renovation details on the blog once we finish. Before and after pics to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-5671225868530553201?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5671225868530553201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-design-blogs-for-me-for-long-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5671225868530553201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5671225868530553201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-design-blogs-for-me-for-long-long.html' title='No design blogs for me for a long, long time'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-6448575602916998054</id><published>2009-11-16T14:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:49:21.094-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Manic Music Monday</title><content type='html'>This song pretty much sums up the last few weeks around our house.  Ahhh, the 80's :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="uvp_fop" height="255" width="400" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v2139152&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed height="510" width="800" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v2139152&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-6448575602916998054?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6448575602916998054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/manic-music-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6448575602916998054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6448575602916998054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/manic-music-monday.html' title='&lt;s&gt;Manic&lt;/s&gt; Music Monday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-3372372533642726543</id><published>2009-11-15T09:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:39:25.097-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SwCpDz7izAI/AAAAAAAAA1A/ZGK1vT6bY8g/s1600-h/DSCF0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SwCpDz7izAI/AAAAAAAAA1A/ZGK1vT6bY8g/s800/DSCF0912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404505435789249538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe it has already been one year since our wedding.  The memories of those two weeks are seared in my memory, and I hope they always will be.  I remember the day we left for Jamaica like it was yesterday.  We headed down before our guests so we could have a few days to ourselves.  I remember the rush of excitement I felt at the airport as I waited with our bags while Markus parked the car. I kept thinking "when I come back to Richmond I will be Mrs. Hakkarainen". I carried my dress on the flight, something I'm sure they see all the time. But the flight attendant still made a fuss over me and I was so excited to tell her we were going to Jamaica to get married. She congratulated me and at the end of the flight made an announcement to everyone who the brides were on the plane. There were 3! So. Much. Excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SwCoqfiF1II/AAAAAAAAA04/-bfoLC9kDqs/s1600-h/P1010473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SwCoqfiF1II/AAAAAAAAA04/-bfoLC9kDqs/s800/P1010473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404505000817054850" style="cursor: pointer;  " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One year later and I am still excited.  Excited that we found each other and were able to make it to that beach with all of our friends and family to witness our vows.  Excited because we have had such an amazing first year together.  Excited about what the future holds for us.  And excited to grow our family and grow old together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SwCnzMAi0GI/AAAAAAAAA0w/8ECXlt6V6AQ/s1600-h/0564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SwCnzMAi0GI/AAAAAAAAA0w/8ECXlt6V6AQ/s800/0564.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404504050683269218" style="cursor: pointer; ; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have so many memories of that day but I think &lt;a href="http://www.tishamccuiston.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tisha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, our wedding photographer, sums it up best in this &lt;a href="http://www.underthesunstudios.com/slideshows/hakkarainen/jamaica3/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;video&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she made for us.  We watched it this morning and it put a huge smile on my face.  Her photographs will always be there to help fill in the gaps when memory fails.  And for that I am forever grateful.  Thank you, Tisha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SwCnCbZxoEI/AAAAAAAAA0o/y1nUChSwZcI/s1600-h/0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SwCnCbZxoEI/AAAAAAAAA0o/y1nUChSwZcI/s800/0940.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404503213002039362" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy 1 year anniversary to my husband. You are more than I ever dreamed for. I couldn't have asked for a better family and best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, on to the baby making (JUST KIDDING!) :o)&lt;/div&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/6249773883897415675-3372372533642726543?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3372372533642726543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3372372533642726543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3372372533642726543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SwCpDz7izAI/AAAAAAAAA1A/ZGK1vT6bY8g/s72-c/DSCF0912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-7432048282872363644</id><published>2009-11-12T15:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:25:13.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual a little late. But better late than never. I have been experiencing technical difficulties with our Flickr account so it took a few tries to get the pics for this post updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...Halloween. One of my favorite holidays. I've never thrown a Halloween party so I thought this year would be a good time to start with all the kiddies in our life. Just about every one of my friends has a kid and what is cuter than kids dressed up on Halloween? Nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Cute Yoda I am by sahakka1, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sahakka/4093691997/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cute Yoda I am" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2496/4093691997_e9366ee516_b.jpg" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a title="Cute Yoda I am by sahakka1, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sahakka/4093691997/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute Yoda, I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suzi offered to help host the party since her house is kid friendly. And, they had an awesome swing set installed just days before the party. And, Suzi ended up doing most of the leg work because I had a paper due and Markus' surgery days before. She planned a great menu and all kinds of fun games for the kids to play. It worked out really well, for me at least. Thanks, Suzi!!! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party itself was a lot of fun but seeing all the kids in their costumes was great. We had 16 kids and 28 adults. And lots and lots of cute costumes! (can you guess why Halloween is my favorite holiday?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Princess Brynn by sahakka1, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sahakka/4094459258/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Princess Brynn" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4094459258_8b7206ef97_b.jpg" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Princess Brynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="The real Spider Man by sahakka1, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sahakka/4093697637/"&gt;&lt;img alt="The real Spider Man" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2545/4093697637_b6d45a940d_b.jpg" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The "real" Spider Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Baby Emma by sahakka1, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sahakka/4093699631/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Baby Emma" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2710/4093699631_2db8d9c800_b.jpg" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emma the Black Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And the &lt;s&gt;only&lt;/s&gt; best family costume at the party, the Fatigantes from the 50's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_1688 by sahakka1, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sahakka/4094475580/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1688" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2756/4094475580_a7d1c26f4c_b.jpg" width="683" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I had so much fun at the party that I wore myself out and didn't go out for the grown-up version of Halloween. Oh well, maybe next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-7432048282872363644?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7432048282872363644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7432048282872363644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7432048282872363644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2496/4093691997_e9366ee516_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-6124070074854495414</id><published>2009-11-05T10:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:38:04.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World Champs!</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't heard, the NY Yankees won the World Series last night. Which apparently makes them world champs (even though the mlb is national?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Either way, Markus is one happy kid today and I get my tv and couch back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go Yankees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SvL2_PnY9ZI/AAAAAAAAA0I/5Gohr88Amqg/s1600-h/Yankees.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SvL-1HTYhDI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/9vpYiVVgxXs/s1600-h/Yankees.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SvL-oGNk7oI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/oQhquTOB8xQ/s1600-h/Yankees.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SvL_VwC3mdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/2TWuQMmGPMo/s1600-h/Yankees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400659652309916114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SvL_VwC3mdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/2TWuQMmGPMo/s400/Yankees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-6124070074854495414?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6124070074854495414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/world-champs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6124070074854495414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6124070074854495414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/world-champs.html' title='World Champs!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SvL_VwC3mdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/2TWuQMmGPMo/s72-c/Yankees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-9174622989356941176</id><published>2009-11-02T15:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:25:51.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This is a little deep for a Monday but it's something that has been weighing heavy on my mind for awhile. Last night I finished reading a book that I had picked up this summer on a whim and it really stirred something inside of me. The book is called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Same-Kind-Different-Modern-Day-International/dp/084991910X"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Same Kind of Different As Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and was written by Ron Hall and Denver Moore. It's a book about an unlikely friendship between a wealthy art dealer and a homeless man and the woman who brings them together. The story is amazing in so many ways but what really spoke to me was the honest way Ron Hall tells his side of the story. How he is so honest about his prejudices and stereotypes of homeless people in America. How he thinks he is above them and is doing them a favor by lending his time and bestowing his wisdom and christian ways to them. And in the end, it is Denver Moore, the homeless cotton picker from Louisiana, who teaches him about life. I wish everyone would read this book and see the world through Denver Moores eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in a neighborhood that has a large population of homeless people. I have passed them everyday for the past four years on my way to my office. I know their names, I know their stories, and I know they are good people who have had harder lives than most of us will ever know. I see how people pass them like they are trash and it disgusts me. I have no respect for humans who do not treat other living beings with care and compassion, no matter their differences. There is no such thing as someone below you or above you. Only someone different. And Ron Hall and Denver Moore are the shining example of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read this book! And the next time you pass a homeless person begging for money or a bite to eat, take a look at them as a person rather than an annoyance. Maybe say hello and ask them how they are instead of telling them to get lost. It means so much to the men out on the street that I say hello and bring them leftovers or clean clothes every once in awhile. It's not much, it isn't going to change their lives. But it does let them know they are worth something. And self worth is a lot to someone who doesn't have material belongings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - If you live in the Richmond area, I am still collecting clothing and non-perishable food for my guys on Second Street. They really appreciate everything I have collected so far and it puts a great big smile on my face when I see them in clothes I have given them. Warm clothes/blankets for winter would be greatly appreciated!&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/6249773883897415675-9174622989356941176?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/9174622989356941176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-this-book.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/9174622989356941176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/9174622989356941176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-this-book.html' title='Read this book!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-765528584026327856</id><published>2009-10-30T13:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:50:36.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to hell in a hand basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In no way am I saying this video resembles Markus. Men just have a different way of dealing with things than women. Poor little bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="524" width="638"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXLHWmjA5IE&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXLHWmjA5IE&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="638" height="524"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-765528584026327856?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/765528584026327856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-going-to-hell-in-hand-basket.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/765528584026327856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/765528584026327856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-going-to-hell-in-hand-basket.html' title='I&apos;m going to hell in a hand basket'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5028166201872885898</id><published>2009-10-28T21:04:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:33:45.925-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About'/><title type='text'>On The Mend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;If I have been out of touch with some of you the last week, I apologize. I feel like I have fallen down some sort of rabbit hole and I'm trying to move towards the light. The last week has been a challenge. I was sick and in bed for 3 days, pretty much by myself. Then went to work for 1 day before taking off more time to take care of Markus. He had surgery yesterday to remove a cyst on his backside. He went to the doctor appointments before the surgery alone so I was only given a little information beforehand. What I thought would be a very simple procedure that would not last more than a few days has turned into something a bit more complicated. I knew something was up when the doctor came out after surgery to give me the blow by blow and asked "if I worked outside the home" and had I "taken some time off". I only planned to be out yesterday for the actual surgery but after the good pain meds wore off last night, I realized we were in a little deeper than originally planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It's so hard to watch someone you love in pain and there isn't much you can do. And in my opinion everything always seems worse at night. The pain meds they prescribed were not helping at all. Markus would barely fall asleep before waking up again moaning in pain. So finally around 6 a.m., after consulting with a friend of the family who is a nurse, we upped his dosage. It seems to be helping. Unless he needs to move, get up to use the bathroom, or change positions. He cannot put any pressure on his back so positions are limited. We go back to the doctor tomorrow to see how it's healing and so they can teach me how to dress the wound. I guess that's when the real fun begins! Google is not your friend when you have a not so pretty medical procedure and a morbid curiosity. We googled his cyst today and I almost tossed my breakfast. Let's hope my love for Markus overrides my weak stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I would not want to leave you with that as your final image for this post. So I will show you some pictures we have gotten over the last week. Being sick has at least one benefit; time with your family. Here are some photos we have captured the last week. It pretty much sums up what we have been doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397826133645015682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SujuRQc7OoI/AAAAAAAAAy4/3f4-hKh2tp4/s800/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397827596049727154" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SujvmYVYPrI/AAAAAAAAAzA/yUsQ-L1eMEU/s800/IMG_1618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SujxV_0VLoI/AAAAAAAAAzY/S8PV3o9A6to/s1600-h/IMG_1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397829513614012034" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SujxV_0VLoI/AAAAAAAAAzY/S8PV3o9A6to/s800/IMG_1656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SujwIjU-UBI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Z4UiWkABy_s/s1600-h/IMG_1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397828183116369938" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SujwIjU-UBI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Z4UiWkABy_s/s800/IMG_1639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SujwkL4CwgI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/E6-vfS69Afw/s1600-h/IMG_1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397828657857348098" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SujwkL4CwgI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/E6-vfS69Afw/s800/IMG_1651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I made one of Markus' favorite dinners tonight. Lindsay and Carlos came to visit and brought his favorite dessert. AND his favorite team is playing game 1 of the World Series*. So I would say things are looking up around here :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;*Update: So the whole "team playing in the World Series" didn't exactly turn out like I had hoped.  But there is always tonight!  Go Yankees :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-5028166201872885898?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5028166201872885898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-mend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5028166201872885898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5028166201872885898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-mend.html' title='On The Mend'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SujuRQc7OoI/AAAAAAAAAy4/3f4-hKh2tp4/s72-c/IMG_1612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-4177631265331154815</id><published>2009-10-26T11:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:09:19.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>I've fallen behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week was a bit rough. It started with the weekend and continued through the week. First I had a paper that was due Tuesday. I am a bit of a what you would call a procrastinator and didn't start working on my paper until Sunday. ALL DAY SUNDAY. But it was rainy and cold and I didn't mind staying in my pjs snuggled on the couch with a book (for my paper) and my laptop. Markus was there too, it was actually kind of nice to not have anywhere to be and use my brain for something other than work. I pretty much worked on the paper non-stop up until I turned it in on Tuesday at 2:22 p.m. 2 1/2 hours before it was due! And I called myself a procrastinator?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to class that night, turned in my paper, gave my presentation and felt relieved it was over. And then my relief turned into a slight fever and a sore throat. Which turned in to being sick the rest of the week and not getting out of bed until Saturday. No fun. Especially because Markus was gone most of this time and I was home alone. I did however catch up on my sleep and all the programs recorded in my DVR. I have watched enough tv to last me until Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, while I get caught up on life, I leave you with this video for Music Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="220" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5904993&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5904993&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="600" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5904993"&gt;Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1904617"&gt;Gabe Askew&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-4177631265331154815?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4177631265331154815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-fallen-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4177631265331154815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4177631265331154815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-fallen-behind.html' title='I&apos;ve fallen behind'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-4539170672532023455</id><published>2009-10-20T15:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:24:15.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Music Monday (on Tuesday) for my husband: Tarja Turunen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is this Finnish band called &lt;a href="http://www.nightwish.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nightwish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that gets played a lot around our house.  And there is a singer named &lt;a href="http://www.tarjaturunen.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tarja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that used to be in the band Nightwish, that often gets brought up in our house.  Tarja is no longer in the band and has branched out on her own.  Something about irreconcilable differences blah blah blah.  Which is a shame because her lead singing was the only way I could tolerate listening to Finnish power metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I always post music that I like but today I would like to post something that is very dear to Markus' heart, Tarja.  She has an amazing operatic soprano voice that is paired with symphonic power metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you confused yet?  I am.  So let's just listen to her voice and you can understand what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Introducing Tarja:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="638" height="602"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VwbtbfAnI80&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VwbtbfAnI80&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="638" height="602"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-4539170672532023455?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4539170672532023455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-monday-on-tuesday-for-my-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4539170672532023455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4539170672532023455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-monday-on-tuesday-for-my-husband.html' title='Music Monday (on Tuesday) for my husband: Tarja Turunen'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-766330954448323083</id><published>2009-10-16T15:50:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:57:29.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>An Apple A Day {will make you sick of apples}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend Markus and I drove an hour west to Charlottesville, VA and visited the &lt;a href="http://www.cartermountainorchard.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Carter Mountain Orchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where it's apple season. It was the perfect fall day. The air was crisp, the sky was blue, and the apples were ripe for pickin' (some of them a little too ripe). It was nice to have an entire day to ourselves with no chores or errands to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StjXgPoDFBI/AAAAAAAAAyY/fcZBzmCm7Sk/s1600-h/October+20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393297502726460434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StjXgPoDFBI/AAAAAAAAAyY/fcZBzmCm7Sk/s800/October+20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We arrived in {tractor} style and was handed two bags so we could do our own picking. But first we hit up the concession stand where they had everything imaginable made from apples. I opted for an apple slushy and apple donuts while Markus stuck with the traditional cider. All were delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StjXHpNheYI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/PZHZ56-ITn0/s1600-h/October+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393297080097798530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StjXHpNheYI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/PZHZ56-ITn0/s800/October+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we hit the orchard for some apple picking. There were all kinds of varieties but most of the apples from the bottom of the trees had already been picked. So I was designated apple picker. Markus would point to the ones he wanted (being the apple eater in the family) and I would throw them down to him to bag. Our system worked well. We came home with almost 50 apples! Hence the title of this post. Markus called today to say that he had eaten 10 apples in 3 days and was a little over apples. Guess that apple pie I planned on making tonight will have to eat itself :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StjanU_q3tI/AAAAAAAAAyg/lhUwrQ3BeRg/s1600-h/October+20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393300922961682130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StjanU_q3tI/AAAAAAAAAyg/lhUwrQ3BeRg/s800/October+20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See below for Grandmamma Chenault's applic pie recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Stjd8W4uFuI/AAAAAAAAAyw/sdwYW71Gp-s/s1600-h/Apple+Pie+recipe.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393304582781540066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Stjd8W4uFuI/AAAAAAAAAyw/sdwYW71Gp-s/s400/Apple+Pie+recipe.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-766330954448323083?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/766330954448323083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/apple-day-will-make-you-sick-of-apples.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/766330954448323083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/766330954448323083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/apple-day-will-make-you-sick-of-apples.html' title='An Apple A Day {will make you sick of apples}'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StjXgPoDFBI/AAAAAAAAAyY/fcZBzmCm7Sk/s72-c/October+20091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-9168373196870888536</id><published>2009-10-16T15:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:47:33.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Friday: Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I'm writing to myself or if I have an audience outside of my husband. I know he checks the blog because he tells me but is there anyone else out there? Not that I mind writing to myself, I find it therapeutic. But I am just a tad bit curious of who is out there. If you are reading and you want to say hello, please do! And feel free to "follow" me so I can get to know my audience outside of my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-9168373196870888536?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/9168373196870888536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/follow-friday-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/9168373196870888536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/9168373196870888536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/follow-friday-me.html' title='Follow Friday: Me!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-1963032261722038940</id><published>2009-10-15T13:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:29:06.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><title type='text'>The Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Markus came home Saturday with these presents for the boys. Charlie wasn't quite sure what to make of the new visitors in his space. Meeko wanted nothing to do with them from the start and wanted out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0FZKF6QIhiw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0FZKF6QIhiw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can't tell if Charlie is scared of the toys or not. Either way, it kept him entertained through dinner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-1963032261722038940?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1963032261722038940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1963032261722038940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1963032261722038940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/boys.html' title='The Boys'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-7259782063316689866</id><published>2009-10-14T14:24:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:15:59.888-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Rug'/><title type='text'>Feeling Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;A peak inside of my neurosis, and why our house will never be "done"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It started a few weeks ago in class. We had a 10 minute break. I used 3 minutes of that break to use the bathroom and text Markus. The rest of the time I spent online looking at what I always look at when I'm bored, design blogs. I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;DS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; and stumbled across this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2009/03/sneak-peek-enormous-champion.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt; and the gray/cream combination in this picture really caught my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StYYeg6P3LI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0ojGN7GXeE0/s1600-h/enormchampeek1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392524516332133554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StYYeg6P3LI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0ojGN7GXeE0/s800/enormchampeek1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oooh, aaaah, gray and cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And I thought to myself: "self, those colors sure would look nice with the &lt;s&gt;orange&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-in-love.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;clementine rug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; in your dining room". By that point the break was over and I had to pretend to be interested in IT management and Porters Five Forces. But all I could think about was turning my dining room into a gray/cream/clementine oasis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So when I got home I googled "gray and orange design" into my iPhone. I found all kinds of inspiration. And before I knew it I had my Benjamin Moore paint fan out and was rummang though fabric samples I have collected over the years. I came up with this inspiration board and have been drooling over it ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StYveXVKLhI/AAAAAAAAAx4/on3C0gzSdX0/s1600-h/Gray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392549802528091666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StYveXVKLhI/AAAAAAAAAx4/on3C0gzSdX0/s800/Gray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I also decided that I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUST. HAVE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;picture frame wainscoting&lt;/span&gt; and crown molding added to the dining room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So the next day I tell Markus "I think we should paint the dining room gray, add some molding, and install a new light fixture". And he asks if this is because of the orange rug. No, this is because I'm neurotic, and on a break in class I found a picture. Duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This is what keeps me up at night. I do not try to solve world hunger or end poverty but rather wonder what colors work best with my clementine rug and what fabric would be best for drapes. This is normal, right?&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/6249773883897415675-7259782063316689866?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7259782063316689866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeling-gray.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7259782063316689866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7259782063316689866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeling-gray.html' title='Feeling Gray'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StYYeg6P3LI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0ojGN7GXeE0/s72-c/enormchampeek1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-3071490437403492900</id><published>2009-10-14T10:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:00:34.923-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>The last California post for a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, it saddens me that this will be the last time I write about California. There are so many other places to see in the world and yet I would be content just going back to visit this state. It's so beautiful. And, I saved the best for last: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; and Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sur&lt;/span&gt;. Some of the prettiest country I have ever seen. If you have not gone, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday and headed straight to the &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.montereybayaquarium.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; Bay Aquarium&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; going on a non-weekend day. It was CROWDED with lots and lots of strollers. But so worth the admission price. I took a ton of pictures . Under the sea creature are amazing and so colorful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StNC82iuWHI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/zlIIq7N4_r0/s1600-h/Monterey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391726792093358194" style="alt: ''" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StNC82iuWHI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/zlIIq7N4_r0/s800/Monterey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StTiqDMjMYI/AAAAAAAAAxA/DYRWgK1MeeU/s1600-h/Monterey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392183865909653890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StTiqDMjMYI/AAAAAAAAAxA/DYRWgK1MeeU/s800/Monterey1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that's just the inside. The outside is just as nice to look at. Here is the observation deck that overlooks the bay where you can see kelp gardens and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kayaks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StX_anxpyuI/AAAAAAAAAxI/V16Aa4DH_q4/s800-h/Markus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StYAPyd9GuI/AAAAAAAAAxY/PH-uS4V5mxI/s1600-h/Markus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392497875068197602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StYAPyd9GuI/AAAAAAAAAxY/PH-uS4V5mxI/s1600/Markus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StX_mcv0B7I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/WUMwebs17Zw/s1600-h/Bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392497164862883762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StX_mcv0B7I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/WUMwebs17Zw/s1600/Bay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And this is where I could kick myself. It was late in the afternoon when we got to the hotel so we decided to rent bikes and get the lay of the land. And dummy me didn't bring my camera! I missed some really good shots. The weather was gorgeous, the marine layer had burned off and the sun was shining bright. We rode through town, down to Lovers Point, and then headed toward the tide pools. I'm still mad at myself for not bringing the camera because the tide pools were amazing! Markus ventured into the very chilly water to explore what was under the sea, while I opted to lay on the rocks and soak up the sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day we drove down the coast and headed towards Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sur&lt;/span&gt;. And I realized quickly that my fear of bridges is actually a fear of heights. The road down is very windy with a minimal line of sight &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; so close to the sea. But the views are so breathtaking that I (almost) didn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was early and the marine layer was still around so the views looked something like this as we left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StNGhQ-yBYI/AAAAAAAAAuw/UTSx5YvMmiE/s1600-h/Coast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391730716200535426" style="CURSOR: hand; ”: " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StNGhQ-yBYI/AAAAAAAAAuw/UTSx5YvMmiE/s800/Coast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the fog started to burn off the further south we headed and the sun began to peak out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StThTGgbkfI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Vtr8qmPqf-s/s1600-h/Collages2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392182372149727730" style="CURSOR: hand; ”: " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StThTGgbkfI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Vtr8qmPqf-s/s800/Collages2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And eventually you could see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. So beautiful and peaceful. We would pull off every few miles and just stand in awe of the landscape. I think this is what they mean when they refer to God's Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StThimEOoxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/k2DWuzWX32M/s1600-h/Monterey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392182638319411986" style="8: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StThimEOoxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/k2DWuzWX32M/s800/Monterey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sur&lt;/span&gt; is very rustic. A great place to go camping and get in touch with nature. There are several parks in the area. We chose &lt;a href="http://www.parks.ca.gov/?page_id=570"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pfeiffer&lt;/span&gt; Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sur&lt;/span&gt; State Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for hiking. They have redwoods and I hugged one. Does that make me a tree hugger? The hike up was a little tricky but the view from the top was worth it. So was the waterfall we passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StThuyvH-QI/AAAAAAAAAwY/jjWoSC3wl88/s1600-h/Monterey3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392182847878985986" style="8CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StThuyvH-QI/AAAAAAAAAwY/jjWoSC3wl88/s800/Monterey3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to &lt;a href="http://www.parks.ca.gov/?page_id=578"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pfeiffer&lt;/span&gt; Burns State Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because I had read the views are amazing. They are. Most of the park is closed due to the 2008 wildfires but a small trial that leads to the waters edge is still open. You walk through this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StTh3JoPRqI/AAAAAAAAAwg/-sPJVsCe5i8/s1600-h/markus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392182991463073442" style="8: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StTh3JoPRqI/AAAAAAAAAwg/-sPJVsCe5i8/s800/markus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And on the other side is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StNxmcFsliI/AAAAAAAAAvg/9PE3RjBAC-U/s1600-h/julia+pfiefer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StNyrjcHb4I/AAAAAAAAAvo/q8DwDCqH3ek/s1600-h/cove.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StTiBgdv4WI/AAAAAAAAAwo/36lat2qG3aU/s1600-h/cove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392183169391780194" style="8: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StTiBgdv4WI/AAAAAAAAAwo/36lat2qG3aU/s800/cove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are signs posted everywhere warning not to go down to the beach. Many people have attempted and have needed rescuing. Probably worth it once you get down there. The land was once private property and the owners left it to California and requested the house be torn down and named after a local resident, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;JPB&lt;/span&gt;. Can you imagine LIVING on land that looks like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StTiOPEmaxI/AAAAAAAAAww/arLJptz4Gto/s1600-h/Recently+Updated4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392183388061199122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StTiOPEmaxI/AAAAAAAAAww/arLJptz4Gto/s800/Recently+Updated4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; we drove 17-mile drive and got a glimpse at the Pebble Beach golf club. We also got to see the Lone Cyprus Tree. Pretty cool looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StN8zdFyZEI/AAAAAAAAAwA/B1WyHOiSJnA/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StTiZjQBauI/AAAAAAAAAw4/GnoXfRbu9ZM/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392183582456376034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StTiZjQBauI/AAAAAAAAAw4/GnoXfRbu9ZM/s800/Cyrpus+Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'll miss you California, hope to see you again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-3071490437403492900?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3071490437403492900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-california-post-for-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3071490437403492900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3071490437403492900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-california-post-for-long-time.html' title='The last California post for a long time'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StNC82iuWHI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/zlIIq7N4_r0/s72-c/Monterey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-3443316691775509045</id><published>2009-10-12T09:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:21:52.776-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Music Monday: Halloween Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can you tell that I am a little excited about fall and Halloween? So this morning I thought I would share a song that always puts a smile on my face. It's a fun song to dance to as well, if you are so inclined. Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="546" width="667"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FeZftK2kO6U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FeZftK2kO6U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="667" height="546"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-3443316691775509045?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3443316691775509045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-monday-halloween-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3443316691775509045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3443316691775509045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-monday-halloween-edition.html' title='Music Monday: Halloween Edition'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-919439163970787445</id><published>2009-10-11T20:57:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:33:18.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><title type='text'>Weekend Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We had a fun weekend that I will blog about later but while the hubby watches football &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; baseball, I thought I would blog about a typical Sunday in the H &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;household.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We try to sleep in but the dogs wake us up around 7.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meeko&lt;/span&gt; wants to get in the bed and Charlie wants to go outside and play.  Eventually Charlie makes his way into bed and then this happens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ0rpNRDhI/AAAAAAAAAso/kad1dXp6z4Q/s1600-h/IMG_1451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ0rpNRDhI/AAAAAAAAAso/kad1dXp6z4Q/s800/IMG_1451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Markus has a strict no dog in bed policy, but we usually break the rule on weekends.  How could you resist when they are this cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ2HnJGACI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Xon0XHjlFoo/s1600-h/IMG_1452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ2HnJGACI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Xon0XHjlFoo/s800/IMG_1452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then it's a walk around the neighborhood to settle the dogs down.  Markus is working with Charlie on sitting on command on our walks.  He pretty much has it down when he is in the house or yard (or if a treat is involved) but all bets are off when we are on a walk.  This morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meeko&lt;/span&gt; and I left Charlie and Markus and made it 2 blocks before Charlie sat.  He is a little stubborn but so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ4PQWJhWI/AAAAAAAAAs4/p5RpgYUHaGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ4PQWJhWI/AAAAAAAAAs4/p5RpgYUHaGQ/s800/IMG_0961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;See, I know sit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The rest of the day varies but Starbucks is usually involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ4xyN00eI/AAAAAAAAAtA/LvlqekMgbBc/s1600-h/IMG_1520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ4xyN00eI/AAAAAAAAAtA/LvlqekMgbBc/s800/IMG_1520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have been getting the house ready for fall.  Pumpkins are out on the front porch and ready for carving.  The planters have been filled with pansies and mums.  And, we even got a new flag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ6h2Mc48I/AAAAAAAAAtI/M-VKzfowfYs/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ6h2Mc48I/AAAAAAAAAtI/M-VKzfowfYs/s800/IMG_1524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After chores it's time to settle down for some family time.  Charlie loves his brother so much that he shares his bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ71jNHj7I/AAAAAAAAAtg/QEpgPQqstdE/s1600-h/IMG_1442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ71jNHj7I/AAAAAAAAAtg/QEpgPQqstdE/s800/IMG_1442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meeko&lt;/span&gt;, however does not like to share and usually kicks Charles out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ8mN1WDNI/AAAAAAAAAto/e7MfdAHFv3E/s1600-h/IMG_1444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ8mN1WDNI/AAAAAAAAAto/e7MfdAHFv3E/s800/IMG_1444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There, that's more like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ87GDnl8I/AAAAAAAAAtw/IB4OHXzC6Y0/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ87GDnl8I/AAAAAAAAAtw/IB4OHXzC6Y0/s800/IMG_1445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What did I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StKQG9VKSWI/AAAAAAAAAuI/dFUORoyCt3c/s1600-h/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StKQG9VKSWI/AAAAAAAAAuI/dFUORoyCt3c/s800/IMG_1446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391530153132837218" style="cursor: pointer;  " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Don't look at me, I was an only child for 10 years.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ9UXYdcuI/AAAAAAAAAuA/60pktiFfirk/s1600-h/IMG_1447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ9UXYdcuI/AAAAAAAAAuA/60pktiFfirk/s800/IMG_1447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And now it's time for Dexter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The End :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6249773883897415675-919439163970787445?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/919439163970787445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-edition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/919439163970787445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/919439163970787445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-edition.html' title='Weekend Edition'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/StJ0rpNRDhI/AAAAAAAAAso/kad1dXp6z4Q/s72-c/IMG_1451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-8369714441205616164</id><published>2009-10-09T11:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:17:43.692-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Follow Friday'/><title type='text'>Follow Friday: The Macs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://themcclenahans.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Macs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;your normal, young married couple just starting a family of their own. I have wanted to blog about Jess and Joel for a long time now. I have been reading their blog for over a year and feel like they are real friends. Some of you may have heard me talk about their daughter, Cora, and her very short, sweet life here on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jess is a mom who started a blog when she gave birth to chronicle her growing family and keep loved ones in the loop. Just like many of us. Except Jess's baby was diagnosed with cancer at 11 months old and died just 17 days later. And now Jess shares with all of her followers her pain and sorrow of losing a child, and how her and her husband are trying to pick up the pieces and be a normal family again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A lot of the time Jess, understandably, wonders why this happened to her sweet Cora and questions God's purpose for taking their daughter away from them at such a young age. I can't imagine the grief that they have felt the last seven months and the void they will feel for the rest of their lives. But I am very thankful that Jess has shared her story with her readers. It is a reminder to everyone out there that life is short and precious and should not be taken for granted for one second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Whenever I am having a rough day I think about Jess and all that she has overcome, and will overcome in her life, and I'm reminded that life is a gift. Her and her husband have a strong bond and an even stronger faith that is helping them through this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On a happier note, Jess and Joel are expecting again! Baby Mac is due in December and I can't wait to follow their journey with this new bundle of joy. And I am so happy that Jess gets to go back to what God intended her to be, A stay-at-home-mom.&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/6249773883897415675-8369714441205616164?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8369714441205616164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/follow-friday-macs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8369714441205616164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8369714441205616164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/follow-friday-macs.html' title='Follow Friday: The Macs'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-6327334810101934059</id><published>2009-10-07T16:08:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:21:10.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>California: Wine Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been over a month since our last trip to California so I think I better try to wrap things up! Where does the time go???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Soooo...I left my heart in San Francisco and we headed north to wine country. We stayed in Sonoma at a really cute hotel that was walking distance from the city square. The hotel felt like a private residence with cottages tucked away behind gardens. Our room wasn't quite ready for us when we arrived but no worries! Their was a winery we walked to that had tastings. We each had a glass of white wine and then headed to the pool at our hotel to cool us off from the 90! degree heat (which is what we left back in Richmond).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That night we went to &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Carneros Inn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Napa for dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.thecarnerosinn.com/thecarnerosinn/restaurant_farm.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (pictured below). This place was amazing and if we could have swung the $800+ rooms per night, we would have stayed. But I was happy with drinks in the open air lounge and dinner under the stars. Dinner was our wedding gift from Chris and Alexa. Thanks guys, it was phenomenal! And, we liked this place so much that we stopped for donuts at the &lt;a href="http://www.thecarnerosinn.com/thecarnerosinn/restaurant_boonfly.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boon Fly Cafe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on our way out of town. And, I liked the donuts so much that I ate half a dozen in one sitting!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsK21LZ-3JI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wH7qnRF-kf0/s1600-h/Wine+Country+20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387069128999623826" style="alt: ''" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsK21LZ-3JI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wH7qnRF-kf0/s800/Wine+Country+20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we had a driver pick us up and we headed an hour north to the Dry Creek Valley in Sonoma County. A friend of ours in the restaurant business had arranged a private tour at one of her vendors wineries, Ridge. It was really cool to see how and where they make the wines as well as get a history of the vineyard. However, they poured us more than the normal tasting so when we left 1 1/2 hours later I was pretty tipsy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Several people had suggested picking up lunch at the Dry Creek General Store so we headed there next. It looks like your average country store until you walk in and are met by gourmet cheeses, sandwiches, and products. They even have live bait and tackle, if you are so inclined! I was more interested in the grub.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SszvPrjHSoI/AAAAAAAAApI/35U4zByFdpQ/s1600-h/Collage_DCGS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389945906722720386" style="alt: ''" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SszvPrjHSoI/AAAAAAAAApI/35U4zByFdpQ/s800/Collage_DCGS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our driver knew of a winery close by that had great grounds for a picnic so we took our food to go and headed to Lambert Bridge Winery. Which as the names suggest, is located over a one lane bridge. Think Bridges of Madison County. As soon as we crossed the bridge we felt like we had gone back in time. Here is the building where they do the tastings, complete with it's own sleeping Saint Bernard (unfortunately not pictured).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SszvYLMtY0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/mzqZUM5SlyA/s1600-h/Lambert+Winery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389946052657636162" style="alt: ''" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SszvYLMtY0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/mzqZUM5SlyA/s800/Lambert+Winery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The grounds were beautiful and the perfect place to have a picnic. I'm not smiling because I have food in my braces, not because I'm not having a good time. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SszyTTHXFJI/AAAAAAAAApY/1xqwqXMptg4/s1600-h/Collage_LBW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389949267418223762" style="alt: ''" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SszyTTHXFJI/AAAAAAAAApY/1xqwqXMptg4/s800/Collage_LBW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I took these pictures at what we dubbed the Mafia Vineyard, because our driver told us they owned casinos in Las Vegas and had ties to the mafia. The wine wasn't that great but the views were spectacular. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsImTpzUenI/AAAAAAAAAn0/6KEIA173rJQ/s1600-h/Napa+20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsImTpzUenI/AAAAAAAAAn0/6KEIA173rJQ/s800/Napa+20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Up next, we head down the coast and visit Monterrey and Big Sur. Some of the prettiest views I have ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-6327334810101934059?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6327334810101934059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/california-wine-country.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6327334810101934059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6327334810101934059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/california-wine-country.html' title='California: Wine Country'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsK21LZ-3JI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wH7qnRF-kf0/s72-c/Wine+Country+20092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-1421872217883910955</id><published>2009-10-06T14:45:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:20:51.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About'/><title type='text'>Sala B: The early years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was surprised this weekend by my aunt, who was visiting from North Carolina, with photos of me as a child. I don't have any memories of my early years, I can only remember bits and pieces. And those are probably from stories I have heard and not from my own memory. For example, I have no recollection of the family trip we took to San Francisco when I was 3 but I have the faint memory of my aunt's house and riding a cable car. Here is the proof:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsuW8kxDnaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/0e_clW3-NZ0/s1600-h/SF1_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389567346484682146" style="alt: ''" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsuW8kxDnaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/0e_clW3-NZ0/s640/SF1_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Riding the cable car in San Francisco with Dad. Circa 1982&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsuZ5w3f_gI/AAAAAAAAApA/034XcIH4-Qg/s1600-h/SF2_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389570596728208898" style="alt: ''" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsuZ5w3f_gI/AAAAAAAAApA/034XcIH4-Qg/s640/SF2_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsuXEqoVMDI/AAAAAAAAAow/V6y1Vw8HKVw/s1600-h/SF2_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grandmama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chenault&lt;/span&gt;, and Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't have any memories of my parents together and have seen very few family photos of us as a threesome. I love this photo. My mom as a young mother and my dad is so handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsuXItBbwvI/AAAAAAAAAo4/3omahAovGSY/s1600-h/SF3_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389567554859287282" style="alt: ''" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsuXItBbwvI/AAAAAAAAAo4/3omahAovGSY/s640/SF3_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outside Auntie Viv's house, San Francisco 1982&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Step mom remembers this photo being taken, she says I was leaning in to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grandmama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chenault&lt;/span&gt; a secret. I was probably four or five. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsuWsBQxH-I/AAAAAAAAAog/5mtCkSOcmKI/s1600-h/SalaB_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389567062076104674" style="alt: ''" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsuWsBQxH-I/AAAAAAAAAog/5mtCkSOcmKI/s640/SalaB_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this last one is a classic Sarah picture. I was visiting the same aunt who lived in San Francisco at her home in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Asheville&lt;/span&gt;, NC. I'm wearing her clothes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; (the glasses were unfortunately mine) and probably bossing her around to do something for me. That is her dog, Calliope in the background. I remember this trip vividly. I was plotting the entire visit on how I could stay longer. Auntie Viv's house was so much fun to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsuWmTyu_yI/AAAAAAAAAoY/u91LTSNagLs/s1600-h/Bossy+Sarah_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389566963971194658" style="alt: ''" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsuWmTyu_yI/AAAAAAAAAoY/u91LTSNagLs/s640/Bossy+Sarah_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Auntie Viv's house 1986&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The name of my blog is another nostalgia left over from my childhood. It was a nickname given to me by my dad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sala&lt;/span&gt; being my first name, Sarah, and my middle name, Lisette, combined into one. I was way ahead of the combining names trend in Hollywood! B stands for bird which is what my dad, brother, and sister still call me. He starting calling me bird because I would pucker my lips like one when I was hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-1421872217883910955?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1421872217883910955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/sala-b-early-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1421872217883910955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1421872217883910955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/sala-b-early-years.html' title='Sala B: The early years'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsuW8kxDnaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/0e_clW3-NZ0/s72-c/SF1_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5986585002811413806</id><published>2009-10-06T12:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:07:17.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Op Ed: My Rant to Time Magazine, the FAA, and the American Public</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read this &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1928270,00.html?xid=rss-fullworld-yahoo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on Time magazines web site this morning and it really got my blood boiling. The article is titled "Too Tired to Fly: European Pilots Want Shorter Shifts". I'm not angry because European pilots want shorter shifts. I fully agree and support their argument. I'm angry because the writer focused strictly on the E.U. rules and hardly mentions the U.S. He cites in one sentence at the bottom of the article that after the Buffalo, NY crash, U.S. authorities worked quickly to overhaul U.S. flying time. That flight happened in FEBRUARY and NO rules have been changed. That is not working quickly when peoples lives are at stake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It angers me that nowhere in the article do they cite FAA regulations for pilots and duty times. Markus can work 16 hour days with only 8 hours off in between flying. And, he can do it up to 6 days in a row. Think about how you would feel at your desk job working from 6 a.m until 10 p.m., and then having to be back at work at 6 a.m. And, they are sleeping in a hotel and eating airport food with no time to exercise and barely enough time to get 6 hours sleep. Then multiple that by 6 days. Would you want that person flying your plane? I wouldn't want them driving a vehicle on the road, much less flying a plane carrying 50+ passengers 3,000 miles above the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't our government do something about this? Media outlets focus on ticket prices and delays going up but hardly ever do you hear about the pilots and how they are working around the clock and putting lives at risk. And, it's even worse for the flight attendants. Their main purpose on being on a flight is to provide assistance to passengers in case of an emergency, not to provide peanuts and drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: time is money. The FAA has these rules on the books and until the American public demands better or more lives are lost, it will stay this way. I don't want to lose my husband because he was too tired to do his job. I don't need studies to tell me that 16 hour days are too long to work when you are FLYING A PLANE. So why does the FAA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-5986585002811413806?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5986585002811413806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/op-ed-my-rant-to-time-magazine-faa-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5986585002811413806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5986585002811413806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/op-ed-my-rant-to-time-magazine-faa-and.html' title='Op Ed: My Rant to Time Magazine, the FAA, and the American Public'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-2081987765381824197</id><published>2009-10-05T16:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:21:26.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Music Monday: The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a double date this weekend with one of our favorite couples, Suzi and Steve. And after dinner we went back to their house and played The Beatles Rock Band. Ever since I have had this song stuck in my head. My mother would sing this as a lullaby to me when I was a little girl, among many other Beatles songs so it has always had a different meaning to me than what I'm sure they originally intended. And since videos weren't really around when this song was recorded, this is the best I could do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgPqmRNjoTE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgPqmRNjoTE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-2081987765381824197?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2081987765381824197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-monday-beatles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2081987765381824197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2081987765381824197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-monday-beatles.html' title='Music Monday: The Beatles'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-6504278876861409475</id><published>2009-09-30T14:22:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:15:13.811-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Elisalou Designs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I came across this &lt;a href="http://www.elisalou.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;web site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today and thought it was too cute not to share. The ladies over at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elisalou&lt;/span&gt; Designs &lt;/em&gt;have all kinds of bags and accessories that come in custom fabric AND they ship anywhere in the US. The only drawback is it takes 6-8 weeks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; your product because everything is custom made. But it's never too early to start your Christmas shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsOnPH2agjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/gBRhSEYNPIY/s1600-h/Web+site1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387333457512399410" style=alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsOnPH2agjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/gBRhSEYNPIY/s800/Web+site1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meeko&lt;/span&gt; and Charlie would look precious with these dog collars. And, their messenger bag and camera strap would surely dress up my camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photos courtesy of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;elisalou&lt;/span&gt; designs&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/6249773883897415675-6504278876861409475?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6504278876861409475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/elisalou-designs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6504278876861409475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6504278876861409475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/elisalou-designs.html' title='Elisalou Designs'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SsOnPH2agjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/gBRhSEYNPIY/s72-c/Web+site1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-783349731412345686</id><published>2009-09-28T11:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:21:44.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Music Monday: Pete Yorn &amp; Scarlett Johansson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not sure how I feel about artists overlapping in genres. Not many actors have been successful crossing over into the music world and vice versa. But I have to admit, the duo of Pete Yorn and Scarlett Johansson intrigued me. I saw Pete Yorn this summer and fell in love with his charismatic voice. And, Scarlett Johansson is one of my favorite actresses. Here is the track, Relator, off of their album Break Up. Starbucks is selling the album if you are interested in listening to more of this sexy duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAOcRFSiP2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAOcRFSiP2c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What do you think? Does Ms. Johansson have what it takes to sing or should she stick to the big screen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-783349731412345686?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/783349731412345686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/music-monday-pete-yorn-scarlett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/783349731412345686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/783349731412345686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/music-monday-pete-yorn-scarlett.html' title='Music Monday: Pete Yorn &amp; Scarlett Johansson'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-7886453143158280283</id><published>2009-09-25T11:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:21:08.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Follow Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Follow Friday: Design Sponge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I have so many design ideas for our home in my head that I feel like it will explode. I'm constantly walking around the house thinking of ways I can improve. And there are web sites that specifically fuel this creative drive. I should probably stop looking at them until I can tackle all 837 current projects I have started. But I can't help myself, I'm a design cutter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Design*Sponge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is by far one of my favorite sites to check out. I especially love the &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/category/before-and-after"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before &amp;amp; after&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/category/diy-projects"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sections. D*S is to the blogosphere what Martha Stewart is for YSA (Yuppie Suburban America).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some things I have been lusting after lately. They make my heart happy!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrzjLUNSE_I/AAAAAAAAAnc/tpK1Go6iOEI/s1600-h/livingafter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385429037970756594" style="alt: ''" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrzjLUNSE_I/AAAAAAAAAnc/tpK1Go6iOEI/s1600/livingafter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Srzf1KdmCnI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Y2zjjjWNbOU/s1600-h/facingkitchenafter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385425358862813810" style="alt: ''" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Srzf1KdmCnI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Y2zjjjWNbOU/s1600/facingkitchenafter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Srzh8ElbSqI/AAAAAAAAAnU/3zQHfX4ERUU/s1600-h/pillows.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrzgQ3Eba8I/AAAAAAAAAnE/CrBUgQt5i6Y/s1600-h/chalkboard+paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385425834693323714" style="alt: ''" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrzgQ3Eba8I/AAAAAAAAAnE/CrBUgQt5i6Y/s1600/chalkboard+paint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrzjRsjl63I/AAAAAAAAAnk/CqNyHEV1TU8/s1600-h/jilloffice10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385429147585997682" style="alt: ''" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrzjRsjl63I/AAAAAAAAAnk/CqNyHEV1TU8/s1600/jilloffice10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite design blogs, just in case the 487 I read aren't cutting it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photos are from Design Sponge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-7886453143158280283?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7886453143158280283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/follow-friday-design-sponge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7886453143158280283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7886453143158280283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/follow-friday-design-sponge.html' title='Follow Friday: Design Sponge'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrzjLUNSE_I/AAAAAAAAAnc/tpK1Go6iOEI/s72-c/livingafter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-3677479347793858013</id><published>2009-09-23T16:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:40:46.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>I Left My Heart In San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We decided to take a trip to Northern California for my birthday this year. I was excited to get out of town with my sweetie and see more of the state I love. Our first stop was San Francisco. We arrived late on a Tuesday night and stayed through Thursday afternoon. Just enough time to fall in love with the city by the bay. Thank goodness we tacked on an extra day in SF at the end of our trip because I was not ready to say goodbye just yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The following day was my 30th birthday and by far one of the best I have had. We woke up early (me very early b/c I was still on East Coast time) and went downstairs for breakfast. I'm not a huge breakfast person but, oh my god was this something. Definitely the way to start your birthday. Markus had the buffet which looked pretty amazing but I couldn't pass up the lemon meyer and ricotta pancakes with crème fraîche. To die for. I would have taken a picture but I had already licked my plate and people were starting to stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next several hours we spent wandering the streets of San Francisco. Falling more and more in love with each turn we took. The vistas were amazing. Everywhere you turn their is a view of the bay, rows and rows of beautiful houses, and hidden stairs. We loved the stairs because they usually led to somewhere even more fantastic than where you were just standing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrkRMPyPnlI/AAAAAAAAAmU/X3AB_eSZIbY/s1600-h/House+Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384353731591511634" style="alt: ''" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrkRMPyPnlI/AAAAAAAAAmU/X3AB_eSZIbY/s1600/House+Collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrkL9ls23kI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Ec_mZlj-7p8/s1600-h/SF+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384347982218321474" style="alt: ''" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrkL9ls23kI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Ec_mZlj-7p8/s1600/SF+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We stopped by the &lt;a href="http://www.ferrybuildingmarketplace.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ferry Building&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for lunch, another must do in San Francisco. It's a very cool sustainable indoor market with local shops and restaurants. We did a little shopping/sight seeing and then decided on Hog Island Oyster Co. for lunch. Most of the restaurants overlook the Bay and the Bay Bridge, another reason this place is so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrkWMKjt3_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/NgD_WVsAWm4/s1600-h/Ferry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384359227746541554" style="alt: ''" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrkWMKjt3_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/NgD_WVsAWm4/s1600/Ferry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That night we had dinner reservations at &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yabbiesrestaurant.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yabbies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but the night was young so we headed to &lt;a href="http://www.intercontinentalmarkhopkins.com/top_of_the_mark/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top of the Mark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for a champagne toast while watching the sun set. It has 360 degree view of the city, but about 5 minutes after we got there the fog rolled in. We couldn't see the building in front of us, much less the sun setting. But it was still cool, another must do in SF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we decided to check out the &lt;a href="http://www.fairmont.com/sanfrancisco/GuestServices/Restaurants/TheTongaRoomHurricaneBar.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonga Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which is located in the &lt;s&gt;basement&lt;/s&gt; lower level of our hotel. It was...interesting. A few people had told me they had gone so we thought why not? Every birthday girl deserves a birthday drink. Markus and I paid the $5/per person cover, got leid, and took our seats at a tiki covered table. Next to a swimming pool, with a floating stage, that had a "rainmaker" and a 40 something cover band. Uh huh, like I said, interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we were leaving San Francisco and heading to wine country but there were still a few things we needed to see (hello, the Golden Gate Bridge!). So on the way out of town we drove by the Painted Ladies, through Golden Gate Park, and down to see that bridge. I was in awe and couldn't believe I was standing next to the Golden Gate. Stunning! I wish we had had more time, and who knows, I might have even gotten the courage to walk across it. Maybe next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrflCNwM00I/AAAAAAAAAl8/gAr4QJkX80I/s1600-h/GG+Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384023705759044418" style="alt: ''" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrflCNwM00I/AAAAAAAAAl8/gAr4QJkX80I/s1600/GG+Collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Directly across from San Francisco (over the bridge) are the quaint little towns of Sausolito and Tiburon. Who knew they aren't just a cookie and a Hyundai! And, If I didn't know better I would have thought we were somewhere in southern Europe. Colorful houses are nestled in the hills and beautiful boats sit in the crystal blue water of the bay. Markus and I joked that this would be where we would keep our sailboat if we lived in San Francisco. You know, when we weren't jet setting the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Srp_nnj76YI/AAAAAAAAAm0/F-lAMEYca4g/s1600-h/Sausalito+Isle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384756623086184834" style="alt: ''" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Srp_nnj76YI/AAAAAAAAAm0/F-lAMEYca4g/s1600/Sausalito+Isle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Srp_kOfa1DI/AAAAAAAAAms/h867AcAr3mg/s1600-h/Tiburon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384756564816745522" style="alt: ''" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Srp_kOfa1DI/AAAAAAAAAms/h867AcAr3mg/s1600/Tiburon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A trip to California wouldn't be complete without visiting our favorite residents. Markus' best friend Chris and his girlfriend, Alexa have helped us immensely with the planning of both of our trips out west, and it just so happens Alexa lives in SF. So our last night in town we met her for a drink at The Thirsty Pig and then tried out A16 for dinner. A recommendation of Chris', who was in LA that weekend. He was missed but I'm glad he shared his girlfriend with us because we had a great time out with a local.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Srp_ZP6lTXI/AAAAAAAAAmk/a0aZdJYPAPg/s1600-h/Tiburon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Srp_ZP6lTXI/AAAAAAAAAmk/a0aZdJYPAPg/s1600-h/Tiburon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Srp_ZP6lTXI/AAAAAAAAAmk/a0aZdJYPAPg/s1600-h/Tiburon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Srp_ZP6lTXI/AAAAAAAAAmk/a0aZdJYPAPg/s1600-h/Tiburon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I say this about a lot of places we visit in the U.S. but San Francisco is hands down my favorite city. But, don't tell New York that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-3677479347793858013?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3677479347793858013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-left-my-heart-in-san-francisco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3677479347793858013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3677479347793858013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-left-my-heart-in-san-francisco.html' title='I Left My Heart In San Francisco'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrkRMPyPnlI/AAAAAAAAAmU/X3AB_eSZIbY/s72-c/House+Collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-7497595436707349900</id><published>2009-09-22T08:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:48:01.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer: Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I posted this &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-summertime-and-livings-easy.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the beginning of the summer with a list of all the things I wanted to do in the summer of '09. So I thought now that fall is officially here and summer is just a memory it would be cool to look back and see how many things I can check off my list, and how many things I did that wasn't on the list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrfauTVzUbI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mMsxQHwKYvY/s1600-h/Summer_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384012368545272242" style=alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrfauTVzUbI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mMsxQHwKYvY/s800/Summer_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I did pretty well in accomplishing my goals. There weren't as many lazy summer days as I would've liked to have had but that's okay. I also would've liked to get out in the garden more but it was so hot and the mosquitos were awful this year. Dang bugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some really cool things we did this summer that I didn't expect, like our trip to Northern California, which I plan on blogging about this week. I also got to see both of my sister-in-laws. Something that doesn't happen that often. And, there were a few home projects I tackled that I didn't expect to get around to. More on those later. Oh yeah, and I got braces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'd say it was a great summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-7497595436707349900?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7497595436707349900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7497595436707349900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7497595436707349900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-recap.html' title='Summer: Recap'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrfauTVzUbI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mMsxQHwKYvY/s72-c/Summer_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5353659416582155873</id><published>2009-09-21T09:35:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:52:10.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, The Places You'll Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, besides vacationing, what else have we been up to the last month? A lot! August was a very busy month. Let me see if I can remember it all. Okay, it's starting to come back to me. I remember a wedding, a lot of birthdays (including mine), starting school for the first time in 11! years!, and another vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll start with the wedding of Misty and Ryan Cartwright in Nags, Head, NC. I drove down on a Friday night and got there in time to see the bride and groom before the big day. Misty was all smiles and so excited! The wedding took place on the beach and it brought back memories of our beach wedding, except it was sunny. Here is a shot I got of them right after the ceremony ended. I love the look on each of their faces. It fits their personalities so well.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SreZc9cjKKI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bc6TG7SDH00/s1600-h/Wedding+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383940602354411682" style="alt: ''" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SreZc9cjKKI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bc6TG7SDH00/s800/Wedding+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Markus had to work that weekend so technically I did not have a date. However, there were a few single ladies that filled his shoes and we just as fun! The whole weekend was a blast, the Carwright/Morton's really know how to throw a party. Congratulations, Misty &amp;amp; Ryan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrefADGb8sI/AAAAAAAAAls/FkcTvOE0ifM/s1600-h/Wedding+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383946702725837506" style="alt: ''" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrefADGb8sI/AAAAAAAAAls/FkcTvOE0ifM/s800/Wedding+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sreae3uKbzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/AfkfOj_HkPQ/s800-h/Wedding+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383941734689042226" style="alt: ''" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sreae3uKbzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/AfkfOj_HkPQ/s800/Wedding+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also lots of birthdays to be celebrated. It appears I like to hang out with my sign; The Virgo. All 4 of the ladies pictured above had a birthday in August/early September. I turned the big 30! Which was a lot of fun, as most birthdays are. I like to spread it out and celebrate all week so the festivities started the weekend before my birthday with a couples dinner hosted by Suzi and Christina. Christina went all out with food, even making me a chocolate ganache and raspberry cake by scratch! The next night we had a girls night out at one of my favorite spots in my neighborhood. I was super excited to have everyone there, thanks ladies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sredd5ePJQI/AAAAAAAAAlk/-7JQpkHskBk/s1600-h/sarah+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383945016514127106" style="alt: ''" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sredd5ePJQI/AAAAAAAAAlk/-7JQpkHskBk/s1600/sarah+30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SredV7eeCDI/AAAAAAAAAlc/y0Pc0n11hlQ/s1600-h/30+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383944879613020210" style="alt: ''" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SredV7eeCDI/AAAAAAAAAlc/y0Pc0n11hlQ/s1600/30+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to all my fellow Virgo peeps; Erin, Suzi, Lindsay, Reilly, Alexa, Courtney, Teri and Jennifer. And, twins Capri and Weber turned 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One more thing that I think is worth celebrating. I am FINALLY going back to school. Something I have wanted to do for a long time but never had the courage or guts to do until now. I enrolled in 1 class at University of Richmond, School of Continuing Studies to get my feet wet. I hope to take 2 classes next semester and will be working towards my Bachelor of Liberal Arts degree. School started August 24th and so far so good. Wish me luck on my mid-term next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-5353659416582155873?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5353659416582155873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-places-youll-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5353659416582155873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5353659416582155873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-places-youll-go.html' title='Oh, The Places You&apos;ll Go!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SreZc9cjKKI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bc6TG7SDH00/s72-c/Wedding+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-465105312685295082</id><published>2009-09-21T09:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:23:10.174-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Music Monday: She &amp; Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a rumor that Zooey Deschanel wed Death Cab for Cutie frontman Ben Gibbard this weekend.  I love both.  So in honor of this perfect harmony, I bring you Zooey's band, She &amp;amp; Him.  This is off their debut album, &lt;a href="http://www.sheandhim.com/sheandhim.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volume One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BSAT1VSKsY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BSAT1VSKsY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-465105312685295082?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/465105312685295082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/music-monday-she-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/465105312685295082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/465105312685295082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/music-monday-she-him.html' title='Music Monday: She &amp; Him'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-9198457335295050159</id><published>2009-09-18T14:20:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:35:30.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation One: Part Four, Down The Shore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;If you aren't from the NJ/New York area, you might say you were going to the beach or heading to the shore. But that is wrong. The only way to describe going to a beach in NJ, is "down the shore". Even if you are south and you are going north, it's still down. Crazy New Jersians (is that a word?). Anyway, that's where we go next, down the shore. Specifically Cape May, NJ, which is as far down as you can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;I wrote this &lt;a href="http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-dreaming-of-white-summer.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a few months ago expressing how I was dreaming of going to Avalon, NJ. Little did I know I would have the opportunity this summer. Cape May is 2 towns down from Avalon so the first night we were in town we went to the tiny island for dinner. It had stormed earlier in the evening and we got a fantastic view of the sky by the beach afterwards. Sorry for so many pictures, I couldn't help myself. The sky looked so different the further the sun set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrPvZthzlmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/3GkBXhGqr8g/s1600-h/markus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382909204635031138" style="alt: ''" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrPvZthzlmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/3GkBXhGqr8g/s1600/markus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrPvRPpOz-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/NdctXcXf14U/s1600-h/beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382909059174158306" style="alt: ''" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrPvRPpOz-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/NdctXcXf14U/s1600/beach2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrPvNn_trhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/yfKdbhyD3mo/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382908996991430162" style="alt: ''" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrPvNn_trhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/yfKdbhyD3mo/s800/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrPvHVQe6RI/AAAAAAAAAkM/hwDk_7a965g/s1600-h/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382908888882276626" style="alt: ''" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrPvHVQe6RI/AAAAAAAAAkM/hwDk_7a965g/s1600/storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next day we decided to rent bikes and explore before hitting the beach. We rode through town, grabbed breakfast, and then rode along a country road that lead to the lighthouse with great views of Cape May. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrPQMh_BWOI/AAAAAAAAAkE/WaeIjZknIsE/s800-h/Lighthouse+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382874893337581794" style="alt: ''" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrPQMh_BWOI/AAAAAAAAAkE/WaeIjZknIsE/s800/Lighthouse+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cape May is known for having beautifully restored Victorian houses. This one was outside our hotel window. I wonder when it was built and who has lived there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382917237546543282" style="alt: ''" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrP2tSdJ6LI/AAAAAAAAAks/L_Q7GyR_Of8/s800/IMG_0792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;We hit the beach after our bike ride and stayed there for hours. Markus had to drag me away from it. I knew it was going to be one of the last times I saw it. And, oh how I love the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382918402511939490" style="alt: ''" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrP3xGSjJ6I/AAAAAAAAAk0/K9X7c5BO6nU/s800/IMG_0874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the trip with a great seafood dinner, a ferry ride, and some corn fields. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrP4FwSSCxI/AAAAAAAAAk8/p5D3zS1OWVY/s800-h/IMG_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382918757382490898" style="alt: ''" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrP4FwSSCxI/AAAAAAAAAk8/p5D3zS1OWVY/s800/IMG_0886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrP5DNHKO3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/SV4UPpEde30/s1600-h/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382919813092490098" style="lt: ''" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrP5DNHKO3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/SV4UPpEde30/s800/IMG_0895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-9198457335295050159?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/9198457335295050159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-one-part-four-down-shore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/9198457335295050159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/9198457335295050159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-one-part-four-down-shore.html' title='Vacation One: Part Four, Down The Shore'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SrPvZthzlmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/3GkBXhGqr8g/s72-c/markus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-2401208797116798227</id><published>2009-09-09T19:57:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:56:12.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation One: Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Markus took me home to New Jersey the first Christmas we were dating, I didn't really know what to expect. New Jersey to me was The Sopranos and what you see along the turnpike driving into NYC. But Markus insisted it was nothing like that. It was beautiful and a great place to raise a family. Uh huh, sure. The south is beautiful and a great place to raise a family. I had to see it for myself. I was stunned to find beautiful country, small towns with a Main Street and local shops, and gorgeous old houses on big lots with trees and gardens. Madison, where Markus spent most of his childhood is picture perfect, literally. Movies have been filmed using their Main Street. It's the best of both worlds; small enough to have the hometown feel, yet just 25 miles outside of New York City. A train ride away to theatre, restaurants, shopping, and everything else the best city in the world has to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We try to visit Heikki as often as Markus' schedule allows but usually it's just for 2 or 3 days. Not long enough to do much of anything. So we decided to turn one of our vacations into a trip to Heikki's house. We arrived Monday morning and stayed through Friday. It was so relaxing and really nice to spend time with Heikki. We ate, drank, swam, sauna'd, napped, ate some more, and visited friends. Perfect trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SqkkxwEMLMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/r_FH_RC9c1A/s1600-h/Collage+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379871667005435074" style="alt: ''" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SqkkxwEMLMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/r_FH_RC9c1A/s800/Collage+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SqkdIac-IkI/AAAAAAAAAjs/rbjtA5gVW3A/s1600-h/Collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379863260247761474" style="alt: ''" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SqkdIac-IkI/AAAAAAAAAjs/rbjtA5gVW3A/s800/Collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SqkfJorTM-I/AAAAAAAAAj0/e2Lvo73Xd8Q/s1600-h/Collage+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379865480269083618" style="alt: ''" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SqkfJorTM-I/AAAAAAAAAj0/e2Lvo73Xd8Q/s800/Collage+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I now agree with Markus, New Jersey is beautiful and a great place to vacation! Our trip to this great state isn't over yet. Next up, we head "down the shore". Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-2401208797116798227?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2401208797116798227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-one-part-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2401208797116798227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2401208797116798227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-one-part-3.html' title='Vacation One: Part 3'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SqkkxwEMLMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/r_FH_RC9c1A/s72-c/Collage+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-6973383228790207929</id><published>2009-09-07T16:59:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:23:35.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation One: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe it's September SEVENTH! 1/4 of the way through the month that means summer is over and fall is on it's way. I also can't believe it's taken me so long to post a real blog. Where to begin? So many things happened in the month of August; vacation(s), weddings, birthdays, life! I think the best way to sum it all up would be through pictures. After all, they say a thousand words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Waaaay&lt;/span&gt; back at the end of July we took a trip to NYC. I blogged about the first half of our weekend &lt;a href="http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-1-big-apple.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The next part of the story will take place in the Bronx. You know, where Jenny from the block grew up. I don't think I got to see her part of town but I did get to see where the Yankees play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus, being a long time Yankee fan, was beyond excited to see the new stadium and see the game. I, being a Yankee fan by marriage, was mostly excited to take pictures, eat a hot dog, and drink beer. The game proved to be a lot more exciting in person and we both had a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sqa6xSz7M0I/AAAAAAAAAjM/obrmr1_QVpg/s1600-h/Yankees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379192160966619970" style="WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sqa6xSz7M0I/AAAAAAAAAjM/obrmr1_QVpg/s400/Yankees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sqa-ERp-giI/AAAAAAAAAjU/IEfRC3NwinI/s1600-h/Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379195785608856098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sqa-ERp-giI/AAAAAAAAAjU/IEfRC3NwinI/s400/Collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We headed a little further north after the game to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Miira&lt;/span&gt; and Keith in Connecticut. It was a short trip but we got to see their new house and spend some time with them, which is always nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SqhAf8rx8FI/AAAAAAAAAjk/JyqhJbr-43E/s400/IMG_0591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379620672503935058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Part 3 of our vacation will take us to New Jersey. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-6973383228790207929?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6973383228790207929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-one-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6973383228790207929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6973383228790207929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-one-part-2.html' title='Vacation One: Part 2'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sqa6xSz7M0I/AAAAAAAAAjM/obrmr1_QVpg/s72-c/Yankees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-3795629300809272238</id><published>2009-08-24T15:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:36:32.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart grow fonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are not going to believe it but Markus and I have another vacation starting tomorrow. Why so soon? Well, Markus has to bid for his vacation and being on the bottom of the totum pole means not many options. We would have preferred to space them out a little but I'm not complaining because a vacation is a vacation, as long as it means time off from work and time spent with the hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;August has flown by. I haven't even finished posting about our last trip in July that took us up &lt;a href="http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-1-big-apple.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;north&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I promise to be better at posting in September; and catch up on what we have been doing the last month. After all, this blog is supposed to be a journal of our first year of marriage...and beyond. I couldn't possibly leave my favorite month out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon with lots of stories and photos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-3795629300809272238?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3795629300809272238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3795629300809272238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3795629300809272238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absence makes the heart grow fonder'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-9063219822906395947</id><published>2009-08-14T13:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:23:52.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Follow Friday'/><title type='text'>Follow Friday: Story Corps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every morning I drive to work listening to NPR and on Fridays I need to bring tissues with me. I arrive at the office and immediately need to go to the bathroom to clean my face up. The reason: &lt;a href="http://www.storycorps.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story Corps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. NPR features a pod cast of a story from the project on Morning Edition, usually around 8:20 a.m. central time. I highly recommend &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tuning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in, checking out the &lt;a href="http://www.storycorps.net/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and reading the book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Listening-Act-Love-Celebration-StoryCorps/dp/0143114344/ref=ed_oe_p"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Listening Is an Act of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  The title says it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-9063219822906395947?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/9063219822906395947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/follow-friday-story-corps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/9063219822906395947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/9063219822906395947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/follow-friday-story-corps.html' title='Follow Friday: Story Corps'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5620539474573375861</id><published>2009-08-11T15:39:00.033-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:57:33.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographs'/><title type='text'>Part 1: The Big Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Markus and I took a much needed vacation a few weeks ago to visit with friends and family that live up north, stopping in NYC for the weekend. But before I get to that I am going to be a drama queen and tell about the ride up. Mainly so I can look back at this post years later and remember what a wimp I am and how I eventually overcame my fear of large, tall, bridges (one can hope). I drove the first half of the trip b/c driving into Manhattan on a Friday night scares me. Actually, I think I could handle the driving part. What I can't handle is Markus' New Jersey coming out and him yelling at me from the passenger seat to cut people off, throw my drink at them, and throw up my middle finger. I do not like to be told how to drive. Most people don't, therefore we would need even more therapy than we do now with the bridge incident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHLbsERvwI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jmCefsDiZeA/s1600-h/bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368795907348348674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHLbsERvwI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jmCefsDiZeA/s400/bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm afraid of the &lt;a href="http://www.dcroads.net/crossings/bay-bridge/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Bay Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that connects Virginia to Maryland via Route 301. I know this because I drove over it years ago with a car full of friends on my way to Avalon, NJ. I had a full blown panic attack to the point where I had to immediately pull over after crossing the bridge and let a friend drive. I would have pulled over sooner if they would have let me but stopping on the bridge is frowned upon. It scares me. My hands are sweating typing this because I have to think of that bridge. Fast forward to our trip: I am happily driving along listening to fun music and annoying Markus because I'm peppy in the car when I remember that I have to cross the bridge. I don't want to let Markus drive b/c then I loose my right to listen to anything I want, a rule we have when driving long distances because of our difference in music. Mine being good and his being, um, different than mine. And also, I want to prove to myself that I can do it this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue driving. The panic hits me when I get about 1/10 of the way across the bridge because not only are we crossing a big ass bay bridge but I have gone in the Smart Tag lane which requires you to cross with oncoming traffic. And did I mention the railing is see through and not a barricade so I can see straight down the water? So I clutch the steering wheel, look only forward (never in the rear view mirror and certainly not down) and ask Markus to talk to me. This distraction helps slightly when I am about to have a panic attack. My friend, Erin, who was in the car the first time I drove over the bridge did great in coaching me across. So, what does my loving, caring husband talk to me about? How big the bridge is! Obviously, he doesn't want to make it across ALIVE! Panic takes over and it felt like forever until we got to the other side. Once we did, I was literally shaking and the thought of crossing replayed in my head but I kept on driving because a)I did not want to listen to heavy metal Finnish music for the remainder of the trip and b)Because the thought of divorcing Markus AS SOON AS WE GOT BACK TO VIRGINIA distracted me enough that I could concentrate again. I finally calmed down around the time we crossed into Manhattan, 3 hours later. Needless to say, Markus didn't make the same mistake twice. On the way home he drove and I fell asleep. Every time I would wake, he would lovingly tell me to go back to sleep. It worked, we made it over the bridge and our marriage is stronger because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now on the fun part. Our main purpose was to see the Yankees play in their new stadium Sunday afternoon. But first, there was New York City. I love this city. If I had to pick a place to visit over and over, this would be it. Markus and I have visited a half dozen times in the 4 years we have been together and there is always something new to do. But this trip was a little different, we didn't really have anything planned except for the game so we just kind of went with the flow. We have seen the tourist sites, eaten at trendy restaurants, seen plays, etc. This time I wanted to just be in the city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was subway ride to the Union Square Farmers' Market Saturday morning. But before we left I wanted to get some snaps of the city from the roof of our hotel. The views are amazing! I wish I had gotten up early enough to see the sun rise but I was on vacation so these will do for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHMUhFhOEI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-K1ZWQWhGcA/s1600-h/NYC+buildings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368796883653310530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHMUhFhOEI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-K1ZWQWhGcA/s400/NYC+buildings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHMRI_vGBI/AAAAAAAAAgc/3mzhSONXpvc/s1600-h/Central+Park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368796825646995474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHMRI_vGBI/AAAAAAAAAgc/3mzhSONXpvc/s400/Central+Park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we headed to the farmers' market in Union Square and I had sensory overload with all of the things to photograph. People, food, flowers, dogs. You name it, it was there. I've been to this market before but never with a dslr camera capable of turning a market into a photo shoot. Markus was great. He was very patient and let me snap away. Probably because he felt guilty for almost killing us the night before. Here are some of my favorite shots, I love how vibrant the colors turned out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoBzBgKTMHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-iMSL4Foy58/s1600-h/carrots.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoBy-vTaRvI/AAAAAAAAAfs/LJBUNutttN4/s1600-h/berries.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHMGhe9c0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/w-QvXmcOftw/s1600-h/Markus_tourist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368796643241849666" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHMGhe9c0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/w-QvXmcOftw/s400/Markus_tourist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHLyDlh6HI/AAAAAAAAAgM/JBWS5V4Ibk4/s1600-h/carrots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368796291618957426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHLyDlh6HI/AAAAAAAAAgM/JBWS5V4Ibk4/s400/carrots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHLvDjaUzI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6CuXJOOSOk8/s1600-h/berries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368796240070464306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHLvDjaUzI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6CuXJOOSOk8/s400/berries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then it was off to Central Park. I have only explored the lower tip of the park so we decided to take the train to the Upper West Side and walk down to our hotel. We entered around 80th street and walked around exploring and sightseeing. It was Saturday and the park was pretty crowded but we managed to find a spot to lay near a pond. It was quite lovely to relax in the middle of all the hustle and bustle. Even though the park is crammed with people, it is one of my favorite places, especially in the warm months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHNikmuEaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/BPgV-7ZZ3_M/s1600-h/Markus_Park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368798224627667362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHNikmuEaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/BPgV-7ZZ3_M/s400/Markus_Park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHNf2jL6VI/AAAAAAAAAg0/fDgi8Plheio/s1600-h/Park_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368798177905076562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHNf2jL6VI/AAAAAAAAAg0/fDgi8Plheio/s400/Park_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHNb_n0SxI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vgC5Zf5zJ6s/s1600-h/Park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368798111620942610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHNb_n0SxI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vgC5Zf5zJ6s/s400/Park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish we had more time to explore but we had to get back to the hotel to get ready for our night out on the town. We got semi-dressed up and headed down to the Meat Packing District to check out the roof top bar at &lt;a href="http://hotelgansevoort-px.trvlclick.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hotel Gansevoort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a recommendation from my friend, Susan, who is more hip than I. This hotel was thumping, literally. We thought we were going to sip champagne while watching the sun set but their was some sort of party going on with bottle service, a dj, and scantily clad women dancing on tables. Something both of us may have enjoyed if we were with friends and, oh about 5 years younger before we were old and married. So we quickly did a loop then headed back down the elevator before I felt like a total loser. But I did manage to get a peek at the infamous SoHo House roof top pool that was featured on SATC. I wanted so badly to take a picture but I didn't dare whip out my camera in front of the model-ish types being oh so cool. That would have definitely made me look like a tourist. So instead we opted for a walk around the Meat Packing District, making our way to the West Village for dinner. Something that didn't make me feel old and touristy. I even managed to snap a few pictures on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHUucb1bNI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5EYnCuuvoko/s1600-h/Bull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368806125174353106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHUucb1bNI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5EYnCuuvoko/s400/Bull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHVMW4Wg9I/AAAAAAAAAhU/ezfWHv_usXw/s1600-h/Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368806639079424978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHVMW4Wg9I/AAAAAAAAAhU/ezfWHv_usXw/s400/Sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHU1ucHoPI/AAAAAAAAAhM/AndnDp2uit4/s1600-h/NYC+building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368806250266468594" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHU1ucHoPI/AAAAAAAAAhM/AndnDp2uit4/s400/NYC+building.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There is a group of Scandinavian restaurants located in the city that we have been wanting to try since our first trip in 2005. We finally got around to trying &lt;a href="http://www.smorgaschef.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Smorgas Chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;located in the West Village and I wish we had gone sooner. The food was delicious and the atmosphere was perfect. I can't wait to try the real thing when he takes me to the Motherland next summer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Up next is part two of our NYC trip; Dim Sum, baseball, and Connecticut. Never thought I would say those 3 things in a sentence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-5620539474573375861?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5620539474573375861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-1-big-apple.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5620539474573375861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5620539474573375861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-1-big-apple.html' title='Part 1: The Big Apple'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SoHLbsERvwI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jmCefsDiZeA/s72-c/bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-2304633241811692674</id><published>2009-08-10T11:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:24:43.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Music Monday: Weeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I blogged a few weeks ago about how the Showtime series, Weeds, wasn't all I was hoping for in the 5th season. But it has redeemed itself. We caught up with episodes 8 &amp;amp; 9 last week and the Botwin family is back in full swing. One of the best things about the series (besides Mary-Louise Parker) is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sho.com/site/weeds/music.do"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's quirky, fun, and fits perfectly to what is happening in each episode. I think there are 3 soundtracks that have been released but you can also download music not found on the soundtrack on iTunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I am missing this season is the Malvina Reynolds song titled "Little Boxes" that was used as the first three seasons opening credit. Malvina's recording was used for season 1 and then to switch it up in seasons 2 &amp;amp; 3 they had the song covered by various artists. My favorite is still Malvina's but if you like this, check out the other covers. Artists who covered the song include Elvis Costello, Regina Spektor, and Jenny Lewis! The song was written in 1962 and holds true more than ever in today's ticky tacky society. Nothing against the 'burbs, I'm just saying :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o7Ys9RkvxgI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o7Ys9RkvxgI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-2304633241811692674?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2304633241811692674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-monday-weeds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2304633241811692674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2304633241811692674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-monday-weeds.html' title='Music Monday: Weeds'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-6686048368996054644</id><published>2009-08-09T13:10:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:25:01.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><title type='text'>Puppy Love: Part Duex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gracie came back for a visit this weekend so her family could take a trip to the Big Apple for a family wedding.  We were all excited to have her company but not as much as Charlie.  And by all, I mean everyone except Meeko.  He is never happy to have another dog in his house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Charlie and Gracie have been playing All. Weekend. Long!  Then, they come inside and pass out.  It's great!  Meeko gets a break from big brother and I get a break from having to figure out ways to tire Charlie out.  I have been taking him on morning runs the last week and when we get back he looks at me like, what's next?  So the break in routine has been nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is a video I shot this morning of the two love birds.  Meeko jumps into the frame every once in awhile and it almost looks like he is barking at Gracie to leave Charlie alone.  Brotherly love perhaps, or maybe jealousy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c19c03779798dd9b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc19c03779798dd9b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330254594%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48DBDBE36A3A3E35ABC32CDBAEA86F07F1341F69.782342E3A304CB2BDB4B6C3EF263866A6D662417%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc19c03779798dd9b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJ8LGK0IyJf58x9t7kNc7y1MEnRo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc19c03779798dd9b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330254594%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48DBDBE36A3A3E35ABC32CDBAEA86F07F1341F69.782342E3A304CB2BDB4B6C3EF263866A6D662417%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc19c03779798dd9b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJ8LGK0IyJf58x9t7kNc7y1MEnRo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I put both dogs in the kitchen and when I came back to put them to bed I found this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sn-AI9W9btI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dGalrwRrr9E/s400/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368150172247092946" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sn-BAuzV2mI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2WcIv2H-p-g/s400/IMG_0981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368151130412276322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gracie eventually got tired of Charlie in her crate so she came out and laid in his bed.  Charlie, meanwhile proceeded to make himself comfy.  When I t0ld him to get in his crate, he got this look on his face like "who me? I'm just going to bed like you told me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sn-Btfi9WMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IR-y3ULpMss/s400/IMG_0978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368151899411142850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sn-CA2MCm5I/AAAAAAAAAfU/QjEPanWyBrs/s400/IMG_0980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368152231906548626" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing he is cute!&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/6249773883897415675-6686048368996054644?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c19c03779798dd9b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6686048368996054644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/puppy-love-part-duex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6686048368996054644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/6686048368996054644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/puppy-love-part-duex.html' title='Puppy Love: Part Duex'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sn-AI9W9btI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dGalrwRrr9E/s72-c/IMG_0982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-3576654865368389575</id><published>2009-08-07T16:08:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:25:14.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Follow Friday'/><title type='text'>Follow Friday &amp; A Dose of Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I came across this &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/02/fashion/02love.html?pagewanted=all"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while catching up with one of my favorite blogs and thought it would be a great thing to share for my Follow Friday post. Courtney, over at &lt;a href="http://www.insidetheloopblog.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In(side) the Loop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, blogged about an article in The New York Times and it really struck a cord with me. If you are married, in a relationship, or think you might go down that path sometime in the future, read the article. It's refreshing after you get over the initial shock of what the author shares in the first paragraph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm newly wed and my marriage is in it's infant stage. We are still learning what exactly a partnership bound by more than just love involves. We have so much to learn and everyday is something new. I love hearing from people who have been married and through it all have stuck it out, and are willing to share their love story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who has been married for a long time once told me they renewed their vows not because they wanted another party celebrating their love, but because they did not understand the complexity of marriage when they first took their vows. The words didn't hold the same weight 15 years prior as they did now. I thought about this as we stood on the beach last November in Jamaica saying our vows in front of God, our loved ones, and a minister, and tried to take in the words and their meaning. But without really knowing what lies ahead, it is hard to make that kind of promise. You start out with the best intentions when life as a twosome is new and exciting. You try to hold on to that feeling as you have children, experience loss of loved ones, careers, and health. But you never know what lies ahead. Many of us will not make it to the "til death do us part" of the vows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from a family of failed marriages, I am not naive about this. I have seen how easy it is to give up and I respect someone who stays in for the good fight. I think what this woman did took more courage than most of us have. I know we will have hard times down the road. It's inevitable. Life would not be life without the ups and downs. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to fight for my happily ever after and try my hardest to hold up to those vows we promised last November. I think I have picked a partner who shares in my views and values and is going to fight right alongside me. This might sound naive but after all, we are only 9 months in. I am supposed to be naive in these uncharted waters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-3576654865368389575?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3576654865368389575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/follow-friday-dose-of-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3576654865368389575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3576654865368389575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/follow-friday-dose-of-reality.html' title='Follow Friday &amp; A Dose of Reality'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-2335421005719253052</id><published>2009-08-07T14:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:44:08.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're back from vacation, actually we have been back since Sunday but I haven't had time to blog about it yet. M took the laptop to work this week and I haven't had time to log on at work. They are actually making me work. Hmmpph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time, got to visit with some great people, see great things, and eat great food. I'm hoping to upload the many, many pictures I took over the weekend to our &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sahakka/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; account. In the meantime, here is a photo M took on his iPhone of me snapping photos on the beach in NJ. We were lucky enough to catch the sun setting right after a storm and the sky was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Snx1mdIfDVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_C-mvVtbRlE/s1600-h/Sarah_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367294159434485074" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Snx1mdIfDVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_C-mvVtbRlE/s400/Sarah_beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a great weekend!  Be back on Monday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-2335421005719253052?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2335421005719253052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2335421005719253052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2335421005719253052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Snx1mdIfDVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_C-mvVtbRlE/s72-c/Sarah_beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-7789737825057464478</id><published>2009-07-23T10:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:34:53.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmoJc1ZUIgI/AAAAAAAAAes/xr1JelPQyus/s1600-h/be+back+soon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362108697312240130" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmoJc1ZUIgI/AAAAAAAAAes/xr1JelPQyus/s400/be+back+soon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have a great week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-7789737825057464478?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7789737825057464478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7789737825057464478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7789737825057464478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmoJc1ZUIgI/AAAAAAAAAes/xr1JelPQyus/s72-c/be+back+soon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-1264498217134785712</id><published>2009-07-22T09:22:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:36:53.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>My Plate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have had to get pretty creative with food since getting my braces on. The first weekend after I had my teeth pulled I ate nothing but smoothies and soup. But that got really boring after 3 days. I started looking online for creative foods that were soft. My main criteria was obviously to be able to chew it, fresh, in-season ingredients, and easy enough that I could make it for just me (with leftovers). I came up with some pretty good stuff and I have to say I haven't missed meat at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was a Mexican tortilla soup with jalapeno cornbread. I searched the Internet to get the basic ingredients and then made a variation with stuff I had around the house and could eat. You could easily add meat to this by picking up a pre-cooked rotisserie chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmcTEgDsctI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MbAJ6kk1pOo/s1600-h/tortilla+soup.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361274849453699794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmcTEgDsctI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MbAJ6kk1pOo/s400/tortilla+soup.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYoXnhYNcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fC96TEZs6wM/s1600-h/tortilla+soup.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mexican Tortilla Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 small yellow onion chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 cloves garlic, minced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 teaspoons chili powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 teaspoon dried oregano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 (28 ounce) can crushed tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 (10.5 ounce) can condensed chicken broth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 1/4 cups water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 can corn, or 2 cooked corn on the cobs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 (4 ounce) can chopped green chile peppers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 (15 ounce) can black beans, rinsed and drained &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;chopped fresh cilantro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 avocado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;shredded soft cheese (I think I used Monterey Jack)&lt;br /&gt;Totrilla strips &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a medium stock pot, heat a little olive oil over medium heat. Saute onions and garlic in oil until soft. Stir in chili powder, oregano, tomatoes, broth, and water. Bring to a boil, and simmer for 5 to 10 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stir in corn, chiles, beans, and cilantro. Simmer for 10 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ladle soup into bowls, and top with crushed tortilla chips, avocado slices, cheese, and chopped cilantro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the cornbread, who better than the Paula Deen, the queen of butter? Go &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/mexican-cornbread-recipe/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the recipe. It was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYpC7e-yUI/AAAAAAAAAdc/UcqkumaNqi8/s1600-h/cornbread.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmcTMtzat3I/AAAAAAAAAec/Ct-J4ecoPQU/s1600-h/cornbread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361274990582478706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmcTMtzat3I/AAAAAAAAAec/Ct-J4ecoPQU/s400/cornbread.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the next recipe on &lt;a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and again varied it slightly for my taste. Quinoa is becoming one of my favorite grains. It's hearty enough and full of protein that it can substitute meat and yet delicate enough that you can add a ton of flavors to it. Here is the original recipe for &lt;a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/salad/recipe-quinoa-tabbouleh-090136"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quinoa Tabbiouleh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Instead of cooking the grain in just water I added vegatable stock and lemon juice for flavor. I left out the mint because I'm not a fan of it in my food and I added toasted pine nuts. I didn't soak the red onion in water because I didn't find it necassary. I think the key here is to make sure the quinoa has cooled to room tempature so it doesn't soak up all the vinaigrette. Another key is very fresh ingredients. My favorite feta is a brand I get at Fresh Market that is imported from Greece and made from sheep's milk. It really does make a huge difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmcS7MVqxwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/YW531QBq3GY/s1600-h/QuinoaTabbouleh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361274689541555970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmcS7MVqxwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/YW531QBq3GY/s400/QuinoaTabbouleh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmcP7HqWV_I/AAAAAAAAAds/NYBgP9PAT0o/s1600-h/QuinoaTabbouleh.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to beef up this meal, I served it with a piece of baked Salmon that I cooked in an aluminun foil packet. I added a little extra virgin olive oil, lemon juice and zest, sea salt, pepper, capers, minced garlic, and some parsely and baked it at 350 degrees for 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmcR3FkPPMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/gcQm90WQwAo/s1600-h/salmon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmcS_ViCi3I/AAAAAAAAAeM/Qh3Jai7AZ00/s1600-h/salmon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361274760728841074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmcS_ViCi3I/AAAAAAAAAeM/Qh3Jai7AZ00/s400/salmon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a chance to make this recipe, but it is next on the list for sure. I found it on my favorite food blog site - &lt;a href="http://eatmakeread.com/2009/07/21/spicy-corn-cakes-with-fresh-salsa/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eat, Make, Read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Kelly is always cooking up something amazing in her tiny Brooklyn kitchen. I would love to be a fly on the wall (or maybe a guest at the dinner table!). I cannot wait to try her &lt;a href="http://eatmakeread.com/2009/07/21/spicy-corn-cakes-with-fresh-salsa/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;spicy corn cakes with fresh salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If the name of the recipe doesn't entice you than the pictures sure will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmcOeJudzSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/zL3T1Hg5hDk/s1600-h/kelly%27s+corn+cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmcSwBzGQlI/AAAAAAAAAd8/k6lkVybFdrc/s1600-h/kelly%27s+corn+cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361274497733640786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmcSwBzGQlI/AAAAAAAAAd8/k6lkVybFdrc/s400/kelly%27s+corn+cakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe is perfect for me because it's soft AND it has corn on the cob inside the cake. Corn on the cob is one of my favorite summer treats but with these dang braces it's impossible to eat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Appetit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-1264498217134785712?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1264498217134785712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-plate_22.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1264498217134785712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/1264498217134785712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-plate_22.html' title='My Plate'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmcTEgDsctI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MbAJ6kk1pOo/s72-c/tortilla+soup.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-3384171400023414784</id><published>2009-07-21T13:56:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:39:12.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographs'/><title type='text'>Photography &amp; Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been having so much fun with my camera. Best birthday present, ever! I love to take it out in the yard whenever I have a spare moment. I never know what I'm going to find out there. The dogs can be awfully cute when they are playing but it's so hard to capture it on film. My favorite thing to photograph so far has been my garden. The camera does the work for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is a snap of the basil from my garden. I have never had such luck with basil as I did this year. I put it in a galvanized watering trough along with some other herbs. I had to let it flower b/c the branches were getting so tall. It has been awesome having so much on hand, I'm going to miss it this winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYG06CW6hI/AAAAAAAAAcs/JCH-BwUU6Yo/s1600-h/basil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360979912433265170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYG06CW6hI/AAAAAAAAAcs/JCH-BwUU6Yo/s400/basil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus and I are having a competition to see whose tomatoes do better. I put mine in the backyard and he put his in the side yard. He is winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYHa_pdOPI/AAAAAAAAAc0/j5aUgHjYLbM/s1600-h/Markus%27+tomatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360980566774462706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYHa_pdOPI/AAAAAAAAAc0/j5aUgHjYLbM/s400/Markus%27+tomatoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a hummingbird that lives in my Ficus tree. He has been in it for 5 years and hasn't fallen off yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYHugG0vaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/c4byx6N7EAc/s1600-h/hummingbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360980901905087906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYHugG0vaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/c4byx6N7EAc/s400/hummingbird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was watering my tomatoes and I just thought this looked cool. I tried to get a closer shot but it didn't come out that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYH_jG9n1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/HHLCCOPcvrE/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360981194768752466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYH_jG9n1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/HHLCCOPcvrE/s400/water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavens at dusk. I love the way the light from the flash bounces off the lower limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYIUTqgF7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/c6-To6UDPX0/s1600-h/heavens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360981551400097714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYIUTqgF7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/c6-To6UDPX0/s400/heavens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm having a hard time with people though. Can't really get the angle or the lighting right but I'm working on it. The class I wanted to take at the Visual Arts Center is full and there isn't another one until the fall so it looks like I'm on my own for a while. Which is fine because I'm having so much fun in auto. I can only imagine the possibilities in manual. Or when I can learn to edit photos beyond black and white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was my moms 53rd birthday. Doesn't she look good for her age?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYDxF74OuI/AAAAAAAAAcE/40Wd5ZexfaM/s1600-h/Mom+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360976548372953826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYDxF74OuI/AAAAAAAAAcE/40Wd5ZexfaM/s400/Mom+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little get together at our house for her. Buz &amp;amp; Ned's barbecue, Baskin Robbins ice cream cake, and balloons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYFBPs7nmI/AAAAAAAAAcM/jEn4Onltt0g/s1600-h/Mom_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360977925384150626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYFBPs7nmI/AAAAAAAAAcM/jEn4Onltt0g/s400/Mom_cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the camera around my neck pretty much the whole night. I'm sure people are going to get tired of me taking their picture but I just can't help myself. You never know when you are going to get a great shot and practice makes perfect. Or in my case, decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYFPDBYY8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/AU0_A_-BKPc/s1600-h/Meme_Granddaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360978162498429890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYFPDBYY8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/AU0_A_-BKPc/s400/Meme_Granddaddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Granddaddy and Meme enjoying cake.  And, if you look closely you can see Jeopardy in the background.  Granddaddy never misses Wheel of Fortune or Jeopardy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYFX0AoUdI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zLET0BGnLOw/s1600-h/Meme_Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360978313087570386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYFX0AoUdI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zLET0BGnLOw/s400/Meme_Mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell we are related?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYFbuFdOqI/AAAAAAAAAck/ZpXmNlIj4a8/s1600-h/Me_Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360978380216679074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYFbuFdOqI/AAAAAAAAAck/ZpXmNlIj4a8/s400/Me_Mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-3384171400023414784?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3384171400023414784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-been-having-so-much-fun-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3384171400023414784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3384171400023414784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-been-having-so-much-fun-with-my.html' title='Photography &amp; Family'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmYG06CW6hI/AAAAAAAAAcs/JCH-BwUU6Yo/s72-c/basil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-8933114077448648033</id><published>2009-07-20T16:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:31:58.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Music Monday: Pete Yorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't know much about Pete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yorn&lt;/span&gt; until my friend Susan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt; his music. We have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; taste and have been swapping names of bands all summer. She was my go-to girl when I needed a partner to see Jenny Lewis a few weeks ago. And, we are headed down to Norfolk this week to see Pete live at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NORVA&lt;/span&gt;. Susan is helping me stick to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fulfilling&lt;/span&gt; some of my summer to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;a href="http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-summertime-and-livings-easy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blogged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about recently. I forgot to put concerts on the published list but that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; one thing I need to take advantage of this summer.  So many good people coming our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zyUXLzKWxLs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zyUXLzKWxLs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see him in concert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-8933114077448648033?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8933114077448648033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-monday-pete-yorn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8933114077448648033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8933114077448648033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-monday-pete-yorn.html' title='Music Monday: Pete Yorn'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-7572668926235107781</id><published>2009-07-20T15:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:32:10.448-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Follow Friday'/><title type='text'>Follow Friday: Hooked on Houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was too busy to post this on Friday so technically it is Follow Monday but then I wouldn't be able to do Music Monday (and I really want to do Music Monday!) &lt;a href="http://hookedonhouses.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hooked on Houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a blog I check on when I'm in my creative mode and looking for inspiration around my own home. I especially love Movie Monday where she features interior and exterior shots from television or movie sets. I always pay attention to what's going on behind the acting and Hollywood can come up with some really great houses. Julia over at HOH has compiled a great collection of these homes. Some of my favorites are the houses from &lt;a href="http://hookedonhouses.net/2009/07/20/a-house-to-kill-for-in-mr-mrs-smith/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://hookedonhouses.net/2009/06/14/movie-monday-the-father-of-the-bride-house/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Father of the Bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(this was my idea of a perfect home growing up), &lt;a href="http://hookedonhouses.net/2008/12/10/the-family-stone-home-for-the-holidays/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Family Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://hookedonhouses.net/2009/03/08/brothers-sisters-nora-walkers-house-in-pasadena/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and my all time favorite; the beach house from &lt;a href="http://hookedonhouses.net/2009/05/04/the-beach-house-in-somethings-gotta-give/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Something's Gotta Give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Love the kitchen with the HUGE island and check out the stove!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmTPUnXZoKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UqiEVpXx8AQ/s1600-h/kitchen-ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360637409549197474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmTPUnXZoKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UqiEVpXx8AQ/s400/kitchen-ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Julia has also compiled photos of celebrity homes. Kind of cool to see how the other half lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-7572668926235107781?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7572668926235107781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/follow-friday-hooked-on-houses.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7572668926235107781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7572668926235107781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/follow-friday-hooked-on-houses.html' title='Follow Friday: Hooked on Houses'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SmTPUnXZoKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UqiEVpXx8AQ/s72-c/kitchen-ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-4945182332755716519</id><published>2009-07-15T13:52:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:32:26.492-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographs'/><title type='text'>It's a Canon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In case you were wondering why there were so many pics over the weekend (or not), I'll tell ya! Markus surprised me with an early birthday present Thursday. A new baby girl named Canon, or &lt;a href="http://www.usa.canon.com/consumer/controller?act=ModelInfoAct&amp;amp;fcategoryid=139&amp;amp;modelid=18385"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EOS Rebel t1i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;if you want to get technical. She weighs 1lb 0oz and came with an instruction manual that might as well be in French. Like any new mom I am trying to get to know my new baby but she is a tough one to learn. I spent all weekend playing around with the manual settings but decided it's best I shoot in full auto until I learn more about this camera. She has amazing capabilities so I'm thinking of signing up for a beginners photography class at our local vision arts school. Any help I can get with her will be better than none. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4d6Wq2CgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gGDJHkozn7o/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358753494972369410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4d6Wq2CgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gGDJHkozn7o/s400/Canon_July+2009+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here are some of my favorite photos from this weekend. Nothing spectacular but just wait until I take that class and read a few books recommended from our wedding photographer, &lt;a href="http://www.tishamccuiston.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tisha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. You will be begging me to show you my skills. Actually, you will probably be begging me to put the camera down and not quit my day job! I'll leave the professional shooting to Tish. She is ah mazing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4c781klOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ZQw5sCwvAAQ/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358752422886151394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4c781klOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ZQw5sCwvAAQ/s400/Canon_July+2009+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4dgVqZtOI/AAAAAAAAAbE/oRS2WUkM-FA/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358753048025478370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4dgVqZtOI/AAAAAAAAAbE/oRS2WUkM-FA/s400/Canon_July+2009+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4eY2h0ybI/AAAAAAAAAbU/VuYrNnTgeFw/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358754018920548786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4eY2h0ybI/AAAAAAAAAbU/VuYrNnTgeFw/s400/Canon_July+2009+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4ermd0sVI/AAAAAAAAAbc/vXiPTSt53Sc/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358754341026312530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4ermd0sVI/AAAAAAAAAbc/vXiPTSt53Sc/s400/Canon_July+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4e6lPvqiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/i2_YklHi-lM/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358754598396865058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4e6lPvqiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/i2_YklHi-lM/s400/Canon_July+2009+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4fR5xrJ6I/AAAAAAAAAbs/xT3jz0LDkpw/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358754999044876194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4fR5xrJ6I/AAAAAAAAAbs/xT3jz0LDkpw/s400/Canon_July+2009+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4fhvbzz7I/AAAAAAAAAb0/JS6M-H2PxUc/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358755271146721202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4fhvbzz7I/AAAAAAAAAb0/JS6M-H2PxUc/s400/Canon_July+2009+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also started a Flickr account so I can keep track of my progress. It's located in the right column of the blog, feel free to follow me there, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-4945182332755716519?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4945182332755716519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-canon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4945182332755716519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4945182332755716519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-canon.html' title='It&apos;s a Canon'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sl4d6Wq2CgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gGDJHkozn7o/s72-c/Canon_July+2009+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-2121370704064488969</id><published>2009-07-14T10:37:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:42:25.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After all of the excitement of the babies it was time to get my teeth pulled. It went smoothly, I slept until 4:30 p.m., and Markus took excellent care of me. I was a little sad to part with such healthy teeth but I know it's for a good cause and the end results will be worth it. It's just the next two years I'm worried about. Braces went on yesterday. I was feeling great until my Advil wore off around 2 p.m. Then I finally got why everyone was telling me it was going to be painful and sore. It's going to take some getting used to but I am really excited this is finally happening. Something I have want my whole adult life. Yah for braces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was spent relaxing, recovering, and hanging out with friends. Markus even played hookie Saturday so he could &lt;del&gt;play golf&lt;/del&gt; take care of his wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of napping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyeDDcXGSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OTbofeVOM4s/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358331431965104418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyeDDcXGSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OTbofeVOM4s/s400/Canon_July+2009+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyiM4viTkI/AAAAAAAAAZk/eski0S4llww/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358335998937943618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyiM4viTkI/AAAAAAAAAZk/eski0S4llww/s400/Canon_July+2009+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyhrB_5_VI/AAAAAAAAAZc/T3c5cyBJpok/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358335417306971474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyhrB_5_VI/AAAAAAAAAZc/T3c5cyBJpok/s400/Canon_July+2009+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyjN7sZyDI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/buEwjZAYUyg/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358337116421605426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyjN7sZyDI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/buEwjZAYUyg/s400/Canon_July+2009+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyjqeO5HVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QzPjgMmRTTg/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358337606729407826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyjqeO5HVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QzPjgMmRTTg/s400/Canon_July+2009+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with the other twins in our life, Capri and Weber. These guys will be 1 next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlykVPk9DwI/AAAAAAAAAaE/sNbLkMu2SEo/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358338341529784066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlykVPk9DwI/AAAAAAAAAaE/sNbLkMu2SEo/s400/Canon_July+2009+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyksMFtGeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/tRD8tbbonMs/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358338735730399714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyksMFtGeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/tRD8tbbonMs/s400/Canon_July+2009+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with the gang (minus new parents, Lindsay and Carlos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlylFEpFHqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6IhAPwtPDqs/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358339163228020386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlylFEpFHqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6IhAPwtPDqs/s400/Canon_July+2009+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finished the night off with a friendly game of Taboo, boys against girls. Boys won but only because they cheat ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlymB2ccWVI/AAAAAAAAAak/2oUi-9hq0p8/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358340207388940626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlymB2ccWVI/AAAAAAAAAak/2oUi-9hq0p8/s400/Canon_July+2009+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlymPLfAH_I/AAAAAAAAAas/214W2Ky1XAQ/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358340436375117810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlymPLfAH_I/AAAAAAAAAas/214W2Ky1XAQ/s400/Canon_July+2009+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a much needed weekend at home. We both went back to work feeling rested and ready for the long week ahead. Something that rarely happens after the week ends and a new one begins.&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/6249773883897415675-2121370704064488969?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2121370704064488969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/rest-of-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2121370704064488969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2121370704064488969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/rest-of-weekend.html' title='The rest of the weekend'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyeDDcXGSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OTbofeVOM4s/s72-c/Canon_July+2009+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-3742288278035898627</id><published>2009-07-14T09:54:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:32:32.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I'm officially toothless &amp;amp; metal mouth but more on that later. Gotta tell the fun stuff first. I had off Friday so I could get nice and drugged when yanked my teeth out. We were planning on having a relaxing morning at home but who could sleep when their were 2 new babies coming into the world? I got a text from Lindsay at 5:30 a.m. saying she was finally in labor and my favorite part, "just got my epidural and am in heaven". Little did I know I would be feeling her high later that morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story. According to Lindsay's doctors they thought she would progress quickly since she was at 6cm when she came in. Estimated time of delivery was before 9 a.m. So we were on pins and needles all morning, anxiously awaiting to hear that mom and babies were doing well. I even took my phone into my procedure in case someone called with news. I was that excited! All that lead to was a bunch of texting while on nitrus, none of which I remember until I checked my phone later in the evening. Kind of like drunk dialing excpet with non of the remorse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally heard from Carlos around 7 that evening. Lindsay tried her hardest to have the babies the old fashioned way but after pushing for 3 hours(!!!) they had to take them via c section. Lindsay and babies were fine the whole time, they think both babies were jockeying for position and trying to come out at the same time. They were just as anxious to meet the world as the world was for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado I intoduce to you Carlos Oliver Morales weighing in at 5lbs, 16oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlySqbwzdPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/cwXc2xqU6ZE/s1600-h/Oliver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358318914368664818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlySqbwzdPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/cwXc2xqU6ZE/s400/Oliver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his baby brother Phillip Gabriel Morales weighing in at 6lbs, 06oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyS7RBl_rI/AAAAAAAAAY0/h6EuKXvU6Sk/s1600-h/Gabriel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358319203544071858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyS7RBl_rI/AAAAAAAAAY0/h6EuKXvU6Sk/s400/Gabriel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, babies, and Dad are doing great and are at home falling in love with each other. I took so many pictures of the babies and I honestly can't tell them apart. They aren't sure if they are identicial or faternal twins because they really do look alike so they are doing a path test to be sure. Stay tuned!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyTxrzlTTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/V5dcZX6M_hQ/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358320138445999410" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyTxrzlTTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/V5dcZX6M_hQ/s400/Canon_July+2009+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyURP9trgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Ic1MbDwT0Tc/s1600-h/Canon_July+2009+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358320680728112642" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlyURP9trgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Ic1MbDwT0Tc/s400/Canon_July+2009+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-3742288278035898627?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3742288278035898627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/introducing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3742288278035898627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3742288278035898627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SlySqbwzdPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/cwXc2xqU6ZE/s72-c/Oliver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5683073300223465183</id><published>2009-07-10T10:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:32:41.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Operation Smile'/><title type='text'>Operation Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm on my way to the dentist to get my perfectly healthy teeth pulled.  Four to be exact.  It's all for preparation for what I have been calling operation smile.  I have to make my smile worse before it gets better.  Monday I will go to the orthodontist to get my braces on!  I have wanted braces for a looooong time and can't believe it's finally happening.  They will be on for 2 years so it's going to be a long process but so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe I'm going to put this picture on the internet for all the world to see but here it is, my before.  Hopefully in 2 years the after will be a dramatic and beautiful change.  There may be a few more wrinkles around the smille but the teeth should be straight, white, and appear smaller!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SldNCYOkayI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Ps5URdB55tU/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SldNCYOkayI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Ps5URdB55tU/s400/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356834985039129378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-5683073300223465183?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5683073300223465183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/operation-smile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5683073300223465183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5683073300223465183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/operation-smile.html' title='Operation Smile'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SldNCYOkayI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Ps5URdB55tU/s72-c/IMG_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5256572121049435937</id><published>2009-07-06T14:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:33:09.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Music Monday: Tori is Touring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am a HUGE fan of Tori Amos. I've been listening to her since high school but have never seen her live. She is on tour this summer but I have conflicts on all the dates she will be on the East Coast. Some of my favorite Tori albums are her live ones so I'm really bummed I'm going to miss her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, if you are a Tori fan and would like to check her out live, go &lt;a href="http://www.toriamos.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for her tour dates. You can tell me all about it so I can hate you. Just kidding, I won't hate, I'll just be really jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is one of Tori songs from my favorite album, Little Earthquakes. I would listen to this song over and over trying to figure out what the lyrics meant. Like most Tori lyrics, you never really know what she is talking about. I think that is why I like her so much. That and she plays paino like nobody's business. And her voice. Love her voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLL6ON18vGI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLL6ON18vGI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-5256572121049435937?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5256572121049435937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-monday-tori-is-touring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5256572121049435937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5256572121049435937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-monday-tori-is-touring.html' title='Music Monday: Tori is Touring'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5530958300803867466</id><published>2009-07-03T14:03:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:33:19.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Follow Friday'/><title type='text'>Follow Friday: Let's hear it for the boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope you are off from work and somewhere fun with family and friends. But if you are like me and stuck at work on this gorgeous day, I give you the gift of laugh. Last week my follow post was about the ladies but this week it is about the funny men out there. I have no idea how I came across these blogs but I'm glad I did. They keep me entertained on days like this, when all I can think about is getting out in the sun and having some f-u-n.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is the man behind the blog &lt;a href="http://pacingthepanicroom.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pacing the Panic Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and it is a must read for me everyday. He is a photographer located in FL (the central part, as he says) and has created a blog about everything from photography to &lt;a href="http://pacingthepanicroom.blogspot.com/2009/05/shooting-birds_06.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;chickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to his growing family. Ryan's wife, Cole, recently gave birth to their first child, Tessa Tangerine, so his posts have slowed down a bit but you can always read through his archives for a good story. Also check out his &lt;a href="http://pacingthepanicroom.blogspot.com/search/label/the%20belly%20pictures%20series"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maternity Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;where each week of Cole's pregnancy he photographs her growing belly and writes a little blurb to their unborn child. Ah mazing photography and a great way to get to know the man behind the lense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great "daddy" blog is &lt;a href="http://www.dadgonemad.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dad Gone Mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; written by Danny Evans. I think the title pretty much sums up the point of the blog. But if not, he has also written a book titled &lt;a href="http://dannyevansbooks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rage Against the Meshugenah: Why it Takes Balls to Go Nuts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;It comes out August 4th and I can't wait to add it to my collection of summer reads. If it is anything like the blog, it will be great read on a subject that not many men discuss but should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-5530958300803867466?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5530958300803867466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/follow-friday-lets-hear-it-for-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5530958300803867466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5530958300803867466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/follow-friday-lets-hear-it-for-boys.html' title='Follow Friday: Let&apos;s hear it for the boys'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5137423235210893174</id><published>2009-07-03T11:06:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:03:54.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there was one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a FUN week around our house. Markus had off for FIVE whole days (not including Saturday evening when got home at 6 p.m. and was able to attend a surprise bday party with me!) 5 days sounds like a lot on paper but when you factor in me working 32 of those hours, chores, and misc. engagements it wasn't as much quality alone time as I would like but I'll take anything at this point. We visited with friends, had lunch and dinners together, spent time alone, and Markus was even able to squeeze in a round of golf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Steven were still visiting from Florida so we were also able to spend some time with them as well. Even though they were here for 3 weeks, it feels like a lot less. There is always so much to do and not enough time. But we were able to squeeze in some family dinners, a game or two of catch phrase, and some fun at Dave &amp;amp; Busters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay is still pregnant(!) so we planned a girls night in for her while Markus had a guys night out with Carlos. Probably the last time he will see the inside of a bar for a loooooong time. Just kidding Carlos, kids don't change your life that much ;) Lindsay was super excited to have visitors since she has been on bed rest for 2 weeks. We brought over dinner and her favorite dessert and sat around and talked about girl stuff. Christina and Suzi (both have kids) filled Lindsay in on what birth would be like and all the messy details. Probably not something you want to hear before birthing 2 babies but at least she is well prepared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I snapped this photo of Lindsay because I'm sure she will want to remember what she looked like at 35 weeks pregnant with twins. Lindsay was nice enough to hold my glass of red wine while I took her picture. No drinking for pregnant ladies, no sir. And did I mention she is having twins? Looking good Linds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sk4mGjpzq2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/VaLWZoT6jWE/s1600-h/P1020112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354258901081762658" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sk4mGjpzq2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/VaLWZoT6jWE/s400/P1020112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And on another note, Charlie has recovered from his love sickness. He had some quality time with dad and brother and was feeling like his old self in no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sk4nV7JS79I/AAAAAAAAAYM/bam7Rqf-Y2g/s1600-h/charles+and+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354260264597516242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sk4nV7JS79I/AAAAAAAAAYM/bam7Rqf-Y2g/s400/charles+and+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sk4nYp0kjrI/AAAAAAAAAYU/dM70UapBnw0/s1600-h/charles+and+meeko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354260311486795442" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sk4nYp0kjrI/AAAAAAAAAYU/dM70UapBnw0/s400/charles+and+meeko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird that our male dogs tongue kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sk4nbo8hJDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TC5ZzK0hg4g/s1600-h/kissing+brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354260362791298098" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sk4nbo8hJDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TC5ZzK0hg4g/s400/kissing+brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But like all good things, it must come to an end. Markus left for work this morning and the kids are headed back to Florida. Which means today will be my first day coming home to an empty house in weeks. I usually don't mind alone time but I think I have gotten used to having company. The house is going to feel empty and quiet without all the people and animals. If you would like to visit, let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-5137423235210893174?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5137423235210893174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-then-there-was-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5137423235210893174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5137423235210893174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-then-there-was-one.html' title='And then there was one'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sk4mGjpzq2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/VaLWZoT6jWE/s72-c/P1020112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-3115086019646131770</id><published>2009-06-30T09:46:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:23:29.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We've had a four legged friend visiting for the past week and Charlie was hit hard with the love bug. Our friends were out of town for two weeks so we decided to spring Gracie from the kennel a week early so she could spend some time with Charlie. She was pretty happy to get out of there and into our back yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkovtE97mlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hdTZtfN5CEo/s1600-h/Gracie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353143558557375058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkovtE97mlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hdTZtfN5CEo/s400/Gracie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wasn't sure how it was going to work out since we already had two at home. One being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meeko&lt;/span&gt; who isn't keen on new visitors of any kind, much less the four legged variety. But it worked out great. Gracie was able to keep Charlie entertained which meant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meeko&lt;/span&gt; got a vacation from his big brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkowVDpSuDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/V9h13VuCCEQ/s1600-h/Cleaning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353144245397141554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkowVDpSuDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/V9h13VuCCEQ/s400/Cleaning.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkowfHKbseI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3r8CLqQgKw4/s1600-h/Meeko.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353144418140140002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkowfHKbseI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3r8CLqQgKw4/s400/Meeko.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grace and Charles became fast friends and were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inseparable&lt;/span&gt;. Charlie followed her everywhere. Even out the back gate when Markus was taking out the trash. Lucky for us, Markus was quick on his feet and was able to apprehend both doggies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkoxJwi8kgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/tXBURWp8a-A/s1600-h/P1020105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353145150803317250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkoxJwi8kgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/tXBURWp8a-A/s400/P1020105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Skow-8I7H-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/rY9IaMSQWJU/s1600-h/P1020080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353144964936835042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Skow-8I7H-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/rY9IaMSQWJU/s400/P1020080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gracie went home yesterday and Charlie has been lost. He wants to know when his furry friend is coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkoxsTftF4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/PK5U5tWWy-s/s1600-h/Sad+Charles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353145744300513154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkoxsTftF4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/PK5U5tWWy-s/s400/Sad+Charles.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I even tried giving him extra attention last night by letting him on the couch with us. But he opted to &lt;strike&gt;pout&lt;/strike&gt; lie on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Skoy1gRwTfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/V42im6RJ-To/s1600-h/P1020012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353147001862114802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Skoy1gRwTfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/V42im6RJ-To/s400/P1020012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poor Charles. We promise Gracie can come back for a visit anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-3115086019646131770?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3115086019646131770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/puppy-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3115086019646131770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3115086019646131770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkovtE97mlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hdTZtfN5CEo/s72-c/Gracie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-4870280623005214019</id><published>2009-06-29T11:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:33:44.750-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Music Monday: Jenny Lewis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jennylewis.com/intro/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Jenny Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is coming to &lt;a href="http://www.thenationalva.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The National&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday, July 3rd. She is in the LA based Indie Rock band, Rilo Kiley but has 2 solo albums that rock. If you are local, check her out. If you are not, check out her album Acid Tongue. I love it. She is a little bit indie rock, a little bit alternative country. The songs range so much that you get a bit of everything wrapped up in her sweet voice.  Here is a taste of her style but it's so eclectic that this doesn't do it justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=58725998"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Black Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=58725998,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=58725998,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-4870280623005214019?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4870280623005214019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-monday-local.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4870280623005214019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4870280623005214019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-monday-local.html' title='Music Monday: Jenny Lewis'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-3694001013053190756</id><published>2009-06-26T10:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:34:00.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Follow Friday'/><title type='text'>Follow Friday: The Mommy blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whenever I need a good laugh, I can always count on these ladies. They manage to be funny while juggling careers, husbands, and raising a family (some of them have 5 kids!!!). AND they find time to blog about it. Kudos from someone who has a hard time keeping up with life sans children. I can't imagine what it's going to be like once we add little creatures who rely soley on us for their daily needs. That is a scary thought!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://carolynonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Carolyn...Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.anymommyoutthere.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Is There Any Mommy Out There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://babyonbored.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Baby on Bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; next time you need a pick me up. No topic is off subject with these ladies so you never know what a post is going to be about. I love their honesty. They put on the internet what I'm sure a lot of moms think but don't actually say. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my favorites is from AnyMommy where she describes what it is about her kids that would drive her to drink if she wasn't 38 weeks pregnant. Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.anymommyoutthere.com/2009/06/you-might-be-38-weeks-pregnant-when.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Another is Caroylns &lt;a href="http://carolynonline.blogspot.com/2009/06/deep-south-primer.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;deep south primer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;where she describes her vacation in the south. If you have ever vacationed in the south, I'm sure you have had a similiar experience. Free entertainment, people!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Friday, y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-3694001013053190756?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3694001013053190756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/follow-friday-mommy-blogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3694001013053190756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3694001013053190756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/follow-friday-mommy-blogs.html' title='Follow Friday: The Mommy blogs'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-8017356704861940712</id><published>2009-06-25T11:39:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:58:46.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dreaming of a white summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love sleepy beach towns. They are becoming harder and harder to find these days as real estate along the coast becomes overpopulated with big named hotels, fast food chains, and tourist traps. But these locations have held on to their small town charm. I picture Markus and I renting a beach house one day with our family at one of these beaches. Riding into town on beach combers, grabbing an ice cream after a day spent at the beach, eating seafood with our bare hands, and falling asleep to the ocean breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seaside, Florida is a beach community on the Florida panhandle in Walton County. I've never been but the pictures look nice. I also like their motto, learn to feel small again. This beach town was the inspiration for the town in The Truman Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPXWwbYkNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5JxI5B5_vao/s1600-h/seaside2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351357568203133138" style="WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPXWwbYkNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5JxI5B5_vao/s400/seaside2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPXS8vqInI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gZ80EOmAhbM/s1600-h/seaside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351357502789919346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPXS8vqInI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gZ80EOmAhbM/s400/seaside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPZqmFlXDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EWEOWSevATY/s1600-h/seaside_outdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351360108047981618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPZqmFlXDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EWEOWSevATY/s400/seaside_outdoor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Avalon, New Jersey isn't the sleepy beach town it used to be when my friend Erin was growing up there s but it hasn't lost all of it's charm. I've been going to Avalon for the Fourth of July since 2003 and I love it. It's got beautiful beaches, plenty of night life with live music almost every night of the week, and great food. You can walk or bike into town for a cone from Avalon Freeze, grab a slice late night from Circle Pizza, or hit up the Windrift on Tuesday for all you can eat wing night. I am going to miss Avalon this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPeTP1y1II/AAAAAAAAAWE/WD0WY9pztoI/s1600-h/avalons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351365204497323138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPeTP1y1II/AAAAAAAAAWE/WD0WY9pztoI/s400/avalons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPgkpMQmGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/4qYWBb23MGE/s1600-h/avalon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351367702383466594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPgkpMQmGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/4qYWBb23MGE/s400/avalon1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPghuRGzGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/IiN1CT-Dwvk/s1600-h/avalon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351367652206365794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPghuRGzGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/IiN1CT-Dwvk/s400/avalon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPgeWcz4KI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fvCZVOoLuh8/s1600-h/avalon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351367594273398946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPgeWcz4KI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fvCZVOoLuh8/s400/avalon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've also never been to Charleston, South Carolina but I have a feeling we would get along well. There is nothing better for this southern gal than a beach town with old historic homes and palm trees. Add a Firefly iced tea and a wrap around porch and I wouldn't leave! Maybe that's why Markus and I have never visited, he is scared I'll want to move there. Not a half bad idea. Until I can actually visit this town, I'll picture myself strolling these streets, looking at beautiful southern architecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkTPGKrbL_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/76BPiQY18ik/s1600-h/charleston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351629962075647986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkTPGKrbL_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/76BPiQY18ik/s400/charleston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkTSoI-xVoI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cETMrdBtUgM/s1600-h/charleston2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351633844270356098" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkTSoI-xVoI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cETMrdBtUgM/s400/charleston2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkTTgYWlGKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Wnw_wWjtkBI/s1600-h/charleston3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351634810469423266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkTTgYWlGKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Wnw_wWjtkBI/s400/charleston3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where is your family headed this summer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-8017356704861940712?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8017356704861940712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-dreaming-of-white-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8017356704861940712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8017356704861940712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-dreaming-of-white-summer.html' title='I&apos;m dreaming of a white summer'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkPXWwbYkNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5JxI5B5_vao/s72-c/seaside2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-3729640245256718017</id><published>2009-06-24T15:38:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:07:09.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's summertime and the living's easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Summer doesn't carry the same weight for me as it did when I was in school. When the calendar was split into routine/homework and non-routine/fun activities. But that doesn't mean I still can't enjoy what summer has to offer. I was reading Meg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Duerksen's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blog today and came across her post, &lt;a href="http://megduerksen.typepad.com/whatever/2009/06/the-summer-list.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer List 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. What a great idea! She sat down with all 5 of her kids and made a list of what they want to accomplish this summer. Here is my own grown up version of the list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkODa0g4J2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ObbEBYskBXw/s1600-h/summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351265279042660194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkODa0g4J2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ObbEBYskBXw/s400/summer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus' made a list of his own.  I'm just glad boating isn't buy a boat!&lt;br /&gt;Beach&lt;br /&gt;Yankees game&lt;/div&gt;Picnic&lt;br /&gt;Boating&lt;br /&gt;Golf&lt;br /&gt;Drink beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is on your families 2009 summer list?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-3729640245256718017?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3729640245256718017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-summertime-and-livings-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3729640245256718017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3729640245256718017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-summertime-and-livings-easy.html' title='It&apos;s summertime and the living&apos;s easy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkODa0g4J2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ObbEBYskBXw/s72-c/summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-3661381185711478790</id><published>2009-06-24T10:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:57:24.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 ways to kiss your relationship goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is my top 5 list of what to do if you want out of your relationship. We have seen celebrities make these mistakes over and over and yet people still do them, thinking they are the exception to the rule. I'm not saying that if you avoid these things then you are in the clear. Just saying this will speed up the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Proclaim your love publicly by saying things like “we will never get divorced”, or “that won’t happen to us”. Once those words leave your mouth you might as well contact your divorce lawyer. Never say never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Renewing your vows because the first ceremony wasn’t lavish enough. Not judging, just saying Jon &amp;amp; Kate did it and look where it got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get married spontaneously in Vegas. This scenario works out for no one except Ashton Kutcher and Cameron Diaz and that was because it was a Hollywood movie. Unless you were already planning on getting married, avoid quickie Britney Spears weddings at the Little White Chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get tattoos together. Especially matching ones, names, initials, or some other crap celebrities do. The only thing permanent in this scenario is the ink you just put on your body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get your own reality show.  Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-3661381185711478790?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3661381185711478790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-5-ways-to-kiss-your-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3661381185711478790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3661381185711478790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-5-ways-to-kiss-your-relationship.html' title='Top 5 ways to kiss your relationship goodbye'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-7383007619450021314</id><published>2009-06-23T15:45:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:37:17.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Weeds getting you high?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkEz9IyshbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/4XatUi_ufUg/s1600-h/Weeds5_postcards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350614957718013362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkEz9IyshbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/4XatUi_ufUg/s400/Weeds5_postcards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is anyone else watching this season of Weeds finding it as disappointing as I am? I was so excited for this show to come back on the air. But 3 episodes into this season I am finding myself wishing it over. I blame it on the new intro with no music. Bring back Malvina Reynolds and the covers of her "Little Boxes" please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-7383007619450021314?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7383007619450021314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-weeds-getting-you-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7383007619450021314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7383007619450021314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-weeds-getting-you-high.html' title='Is Weeds getting you high?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SkEz9IyshbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/4XatUi_ufUg/s72-c/Weeds5_postcards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-7541300061592445635</id><published>2009-06-22T15:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:48:06.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more reason to like the guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sj_abN8f5iI/AAAAAAAAAU0/l83BQ64XXJ8/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350235043474171426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sj_abN8f5iI/AAAAAAAAAU0/l83BQ64XXJ8/s400/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hip hip hooray for my president today. President Obama signed an anti-smoking bill that has been in the works for almost 10 years! You can read more about the legislation &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090622/ap_on_go_pr_wh/us_obama_tobacco"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6249773883897415675-7541300061592445635?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7541300061592445635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-reason-to-like-guy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7541300061592445635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/7541300061592445635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-reason-to-like-guy.html' title='One more reason to like the guy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sj_abN8f5iI/AAAAAAAAAU0/l83BQ64XXJ8/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-9127441948848767247</id><published>2009-06-22T09:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:34:19.721-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Music Monday: Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's Monday, another work week. I'm in the office alone. I love being in the office alone, especially in the mornings. It gives me time to drink my coffee and wake up. I'm not much for talking first thing in the morning, I like to listen to music. This morning I decided to listen to one of my favorite Sarah McLachlen songs. It's all instrumental and the first time I heard it I was driving through the WV mountains alone on a sunny fall day. Perfection. I always saw myself walking down the aisle to this song as the sun was setting on a beach somewhere. But it didn't exactly happen that way. Now it almost sounds like a lullaby. Maybe one day I can rock my babies asleep to it. That would be nice. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Rg9dGl5Zao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Rg9dGl5Zao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-9127441948848767247?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/9127441948848767247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/9127441948848767247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/9127441948848767247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-monday.html' title='Music Monday: Relax'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-4996432759051974741</id><published>2009-06-19T14:30:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:55:46.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was going to blog about how excited I was to have my husband home for an entire weekend but plans changed and he is stuck at work until tomorrow evening. So I have to readjust the view I had in my mind and be glad that I get to spend an entire Sunday with him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wooohoooo&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a busy week around the H house. My cousin and her boyfriend are up from Florida staying with us until they can find an apartment of their own. Rachel just graduated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; and thought moving to the fan would be a fun change from the sun/sand/beach thing she had going on in Florida. Obviously, the kid hasn't experienced a winter in Richmond in awhile. It's been fun having them around though, and coming home to someone other than the dogs. Rachel and I have always been more like sisters than cousins which is exactly the relationship I have with her mom. We are even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; by 12 years, just like Teri and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My grandmother has been in the hospital with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pneumonia&lt;/span&gt; since Sunday. So I have been taking my lunch and visiting her at the hospital. Each day she looks stronger and able. She is getting released today to at outpatient rehabilitation center to help build her strength. As far as the cancer goes, it's still there but not progressing. So the main focus right now is treating the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pneumonia&lt;/span&gt; and getting her strength built up. It's going to be a huge adjustment for her but I think it was God's way of telling her she was doing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Morales twins are trying to make an early escape from Lindsay's comfy uterus. Lindsay prematurely went into labor yesterday morning and is at the same hospital my grandmother is in. The doctors are giving her medicine to stop the labor and so far it is working. She is still having contractions but not progressing so say a prayer they stay in the oven a little while longer. I visited with her today and when I walked in Lindsay was reading a magazine and Carlos was in the recliner with his laptop. If she wasn't hooked up to an IV and heart monitoring machine, I would have thought they were on vacation. I took a picture but I doubt Lindsay wants it on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, sorry folks. No pictures this blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Boooooring&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's been a normal work week. Oh yeah, I did get to attend a fundraiser for our mayor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; night. It was a who's who of local politicians and high ranking city officials. Not really my cup of tea but the food was really good and it was open bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope everyone has a good weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-4996432759051974741?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4996432759051974741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4996432759051974741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4996432759051974741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-end.html' title='Week End'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-3408098886501542575</id><published>2009-06-19T14:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:34:32.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Follow Friday'/><title type='text'>Follow Friday: Food Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some of my favorite blogs are about food. They feature great recipes and amazing pictures. What more could you want, right? I first came across &lt;a href="http://eatmakeread.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eat make read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;from a Tastespotting post on no bake cookies. They were amazing and I have been an avid reader ever since. The author lives in Brooklyn, shops at her local farmers market, and is always coming up with new concoctions with local produce. Some of my favorite posts though have been about her excursions in and around NYC. And every now and again she gives a drink recipe in her Happy Hour series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another blogger I like to follow is Alejandra Ramos from &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysorderdessert.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always Order Dessert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. That's my motto, too! She also lives in NYC and blogs about her life through food. It seems like she is always in the kitchen trying something new. I have made a few of her recipes and they are delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And again, since I don't like a post without pictues, here is a picture of Meeko this morning being a sleepy head. He actually growled at me when I got him up to go potty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjvYw2uUpLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vfpIACK1w3s/s1600-h/sleepy+meeko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349107316267721906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjvYw2uUpLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vfpIACK1w3s/s400/sleepy+meeko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me sleep woman!&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/6249773883897415675-3408098886501542575?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3408098886501542575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/follow-friday-food-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3408098886501542575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/3408098886501542575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/follow-friday-food-edition.html' title='Follow Friday: Food Edition'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjvYw2uUpLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vfpIACK1w3s/s72-c/sleepy+meeko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-4626171325752775058</id><published>2009-06-18T15:33:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:45:44.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I like to look on the MLS to see what's out there, just to see. And sometimes I dream BIG and don't put a maximum price in my search criteria. Today I came across some blog worthy properties. First, I found this piece of land located in Albemarle, Virginia. Gorgeous, gorgeous gorgeous. I could go from city girl to country girl with land like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjqZUSfBczI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zqwlQPSY18Y/s1600-h/land.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348756081294275378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjqZUSfBczI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zqwlQPSY18Y/s400/land.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjqlawHS_uI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bLh7-e8vOYU/s1600-h/house2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348769386466574050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjqlawHS_uI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bLh7-e8vOYU/s400/house2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjqlkT90IeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/k4pCwcLhuRc/s1600-h/land2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348769550709301730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjqlkT90IeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/k4pCwcLhuRc/s400/land2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And wouldn't this house look nice on that land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjqnGwnTi5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/NgPOUesxit0/s1600-h/house_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348771242026699666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjqnGwnTi5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/NgPOUesxit0/s400/house_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl can dream and this girl dreams &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&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/6249773883897415675-4626171325752775058?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4626171325752775058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4626171325752775058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4626171325752775058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjqZUSfBczI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zqwlQPSY18Y/s72-c/land.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-8939085629245077887</id><published>2009-06-18T10:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:49:00.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama's so fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6sV3_LUBGTU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6sV3_LUBGTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090618/ap_on_go_pr_wh/us_obama_dead_fly"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PETA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; folks...GET A LIFE!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-8939085629245077887?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8939085629245077887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/obamas-so-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8939085629245077887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8939085629245077887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/obamas-so-fly.html' title='Obama&apos;s so fly'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5559373109364969021</id><published>2009-06-17T15:36:00.030-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:37:27.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's in the bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm on the hunt for the perfect handbag. They are like cars, you don't really know what you are getting until you take it out for a test drive. You want something that looks good but is also functional. Something that has room but doesn't look like a minivan. It takes time to find the perfect one. And it's usually through trial and error. You can quickly run out to your favorite store and grab something that catches your eye but chances are, just like the car, you are going to end up paying too much and have buyer's remorse because it's not functional. And don't even get me started on handbags that cost as much as cars! I'm all for having a nice handbag made of real leather but unless you have the bank account of Paris Hilton, you do not need a Louis Vuitton, real or fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My perfect handbag would be something that looks and feels good, is colorful but can go with any outfit, has room for everything I might need in a day, and organized. This last one is key. I HATE digging around for my keys or trying to find something while standing in line with everyone waiting for you to search through your cluttered purse. It's embarrasing and makes me feel so unorganized. I'm willing to pay a decent price for this bag as long as it can stand the test of time and trends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But where do I find this bag? My usual shopping spots have turned up nothing to write home about. Now I'm on an internet search. I have found a few that look like they meet my criteria. Now I'm on a mission to see if I can find them locally so I can take it out for a test drive. Do you think the salesperson would mind if I walk around the store with my items in the purse to see if it's a good fit? I promise I won't accidentially walk out with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjpPCOmwA6I/AAAAAAAAAUE/d6fJWFUUWwI/s1600-h/bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348674407154844578" style="WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjpPCOmwA6I/AAAAAAAAAUE/d6fJWFUUWwI/s400/bags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click photo above for larger view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. The Sak - convertible satchel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Kate Spade - union square cross-body mini phoebe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Matt &amp;amp; Nat - oversized pleated satchel &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Kate Spade - union square simone satchel &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Kate Spade - union square opus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Anthropologie - much obliged shoulderbag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-5559373109364969021?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5559373109364969021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-in-bag.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5559373109364969021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5559373109364969021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-in-bag.html' title='It&apos;s in the bag'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjpPCOmwA6I/AAAAAAAAAUE/d6fJWFUUWwI/s72-c/bags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-8581207590093341504</id><published>2009-06-16T13:32:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:17:22.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend Markus and I threw a baby shower for the Morales at our house. Lindsay and Carlos are expecting twin boys in July and we wanted to do something special for them before all the craziness of being new parents begins. What could be more special than throwing a shower in their honor and inviting their friends with children for practice??? You should have seen our house, there was almost as many children as adults. At one point I looked around and thought, so this is what parties will be like from now on. Don't get me wrong, it was a lot of fun to have the little ones around, I just never imagined having that many in that house. I usually relate more to the kids table than the adults table but something has switched in the last year. Maybe it's that I'm married now. Oh yeah, that must be it. Nothing to make you feel grown up than the responsibilities of being a wife and husband. But back to the party....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay looked gorgeous in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fuchsia&lt;/span&gt; dress. She had that pregnancy glow. I wish I had a picture to show but I was a bad host and forgot to take pictures. Carlos was drawn to the kids, especially the babies, and they were drawn to him as well. He is going to be a great father, it just looks effortless with him. I can't wait to meet Phillip Gabriel and Carlos Oliver in July. They are already loved by so many and are blessed to have such a wonderful family anticipating their arrival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjfmJszFeXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Lqe6ChdLLCk/s1600-h/invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This past weekend I attended a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party on the Chesapeake Bay celebrating the final days of Misty being Ms. Morton. Misty's maid of honor has a house down on the bay and was nice enough to have Misty and 14 of her closest friends down for the weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sjfnm7X0npI/AAAAAAAAASE/NZc5wFmPB0Q/s1600-h/bachelorette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347997738484407954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sjfnm7X0npI/AAAAAAAAASE/NZc5wFmPB0Q/s400/bachelorette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjfnARgtQ6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/lGDYTRHCV1E/s1600-h/misty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347997074412356514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjfnARgtQ6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/lGDYTRHCV1E/s400/misty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sjfn_PD1akI/AAAAAAAAASM/5BQJC9ppuUc/s1600-h/yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347998156086143554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sjfn_PD1akI/AAAAAAAAASM/5BQJC9ppuUc/s400/yellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was the perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party. Lots of girls, a pool, food and booze, and the perfect host to show us a good time. I won't go into every detail but judging from the way Misty felt Sunday, I think she had a good time. I know I did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One other thing to add to the celebrations, my cousin Rachel graduated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; on May 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! I wasn't able to attend but nonetheless, I'm so proud of her. Congratulations, Rachel!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sjfo7uIcihI/AAAAAAAAASU/_Aoa6PuYoPI/s1600-h/bre+and+rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347999195219134994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sjfo7uIcihI/AAAAAAAAASU/_Aoa6PuYoPI/s400/bre+and+rachel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bre&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Rachel - class of 2009&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/6249773883897415675-8581207590093341504?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8581207590093341504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8581207590093341504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/8581207590093341504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebrations.html' title='Celebrations'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sjfnm7X0npI/AAAAAAAAASE/NZc5wFmPB0Q/s72-c/bachelorette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-4843886733627430876</id><published>2009-06-15T16:27:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:56:40.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Positivity, people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I believe you can truly judge ones character by how they face the world through tough times. A positive attitude is easy to maintain when life is carefree and worry free but quite another story when faced with difficulty. It's so easy to get caught up in your own life and worries and forget people around you have the same amount, if not more going on in their lives. I try to remember all the positive people in my life and think how would they handle a situation. One of those people is my soon to be 86-year old grandmother, Vivian Chenault. She always has a smile (and makeup) on her face, no matter what life has thrown her. She makes the best out of every situation even though she has seen her fair share of hard times. Even the day my grandfather died she was looking on the bright side and staying strong for her family. I know that was probably the toughest day of her life but she handled it with such dignity and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjavBcnfx4I/AAAAAAAAARc/8hJFhMh2_6g/s1600-h/438778370_0598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347654046945625986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjavBcnfx4I/AAAAAAAAARc/8hJFhMh2_6g/s400/438778370_0598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Markus with his new bride and grandmothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some of you had the pleasure of meeting her at the wedding and can attest to what a wonderful woman she is. I was the most nervous to tell her that we had decided to get married in Jamaica, on a beach, without the presence of our church. She is a pretty religious lady and I thought for sure she would want me to get married in our church. Being in her mid 80's I also wondered if she was going to be able to make the long flight down to the islands. I couldn't imagine getting married without her presence and wrestled with if this was enough to have it in Virginia. In the end we decided that we would make the sacrifice of not having all of our loved ones there in order to have the wedding in our hearts. I was thrilled when we told our family and they were so supportive. Grandmama Chenault was so happy for us and never once complained of the wedding being so far. She and my dad immediately went out and got their passports and she told everyone she was going to Jamaica to see her eldest grandchild get married. Soon after we made the announcement the wedding would be in Jamaica, my grandmother was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer. That didn't stop her from seeing me get married. She made sure her doctor knew she had a plane to catch mid November and wasn't going to miss it for the world. It was such a blessing to have her on the beach with us that day. I will never forget it as long as I live. She told me after the ceremony that she was proud of me for going down the aisle, even though it was raining. That when they announced I had said let the show go on she thought to herself that's exactly what she would have done. That made me especially happy to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjavY53gt_I/AAAAAAAAARk/tqt45YlgGuI/s1600-h/438186784_0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347654449934415858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjavY53gt_I/AAAAAAAAARk/tqt45YlgGuI/s400/438186784_0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meme and Grandma Chenault before the ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get the test results today to see if the 2nd round of chemo worked. As I type, she is in the hospital for the 2nd time in a week fighting pneumonia. I talked with her today and even though her voice sounded a little weak her spirit was still there. She was already looking toward the future and making plans to continue our baking lessons. She said the hospital wasn't exactly where she wanted to spend the weekend but it was nice to get some rest and be so well taken care of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sjav4dpwdbI/AAAAAAAAARs/AYYAi1NLnZc/s1600-h/grandma_dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347654992116348338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Sjav4dpwdbI/AAAAAAAAARs/AYYAi1NLnZc/s400/grandma_dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know what the future holds for my grandma or for any of us. But I know that she lives her life to the fullest and has had a blessed life. I'm not finished learning from her but I hope I have learned enough so that when she is no longer here her spirit can live on through me. She inspires me to always keep my head up and I hope that I can be half the person she is one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-4843886733627430876?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4843886733627430876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/positive-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4843886733627430876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/4843886733627430876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/positive-people.html' title='Positivity, people!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjavBcnfx4I/AAAAAAAAARc/8hJFhMh2_6g/s72-c/438778370_0598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-338642664064337034</id><published>2009-06-12T15:41:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:24:17.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Follow Friday'/><title type='text'>Follow Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's Friday at 3:54 p.m. The end of another work week with the weekend just in sight. I like to end my Friday by catching up with some of my blog friends. I don't always get a chance to read them during the week and my reader is full of new posts.  I thought I would share some of my favorites, just in case you would like to end your work week as unproductive as I do after a semi-productive week. Did that even make sense? It's been a long day.  Anyway, some of these show up in my "blogs that I follow" and some I just randomly check in on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My favorite "design" blog is written by Erica from &lt;a href="http://urbangraceinteriors.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urban Grace Interiors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She has my dream job of being a work-at-home interior designer. She has great style and her blogs are always fun to read. She also shares details of her life and through that I have found my next favorite blog, which is written by her twin sister. Darby's blog, titled &lt;a href="http://flythroughmywindow.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Fly Through My Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, is about a stay-at-home mom which just so happens to be my 2nd dream job. Darby is very crafty. She is always sharing recipes and ideas on how to keep 3 kids entertained through crafts. Another great blog I found from Erica is &lt;a href="http://www.insidetheloopblog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In(side) the Loop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Courtney started her blog in Houston, TX but has since moved to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia and started another blog, &lt;a href="http://www.shrimpandpetroleum.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shrimp &amp;amp; Petroleum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Following Courtney in her travels throughout Southeast Asia helps with my wanderlust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another favorite is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;dooce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which is written by Heather Armstrong. Somewhat of a celebrity in the blog world, Heather was fired from her job in 2001 after blogging about work and now blogs freely and lucratively from home. Rebecca from &lt;a href="http://www.girlsgonechild.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Girls Gone Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is another blog I like to check up on. She is a work-from-home mom blogging about life in LA and what it's like being a unconventional mother of two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have more that I'll share later. Happy reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*And because I think posts without pictures are boring, I leave you with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjK6Tv7Bc8I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JUwFow5ZFfk/s1600-h/P1010752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346540556086506434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjK6Tv7Bc8I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JUwFow5ZFfk/s400/P1010752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's Charlie, wishing everyone a fabulous weekend! &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-338642664064337034?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/338642664064337034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-to-pass-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/338642664064337034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/338642664064337034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-to-pass-time.html' title='Follow Friday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SjK6Tv7Bc8I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JUwFow5ZFfk/s72-c/P1010752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-5640730325508109578</id><published>2009-06-08T11:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:24:39.928-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><title type='text'>Just Another Music Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes you just need a song to get you going in the morning. This morning was one of those times. I love The Be Good Tanyas. Their music is always uplifting, even if the words are a little depressing. It works best if you listen to it LOUD in your car with the windows down and the sun shining bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MHNAFRg6jYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MHNAFRg6jYA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope your week is off to a good start. I'm happy the sun is shining and it finally feels like summer round these parts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-5640730325508109578?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5640730325508109578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-music-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5640730325508109578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/5640730325508109578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-music-monday.html' title='Just Another Music Monday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249773883897415675.post-2038004591613256173</id><published>2009-06-05T09:25:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:38:32.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For my Lady Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's that time of year again, swimsuit season. I don't know one woman over the age of 25 who gets excited about getting into a bathing suit. No matter what your body type, there is always something that you are trying to hide because let's face it, a bathing suit is really just your bra and undies made of our spandex and nylon. They are revealing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Introducing my new best friend: The one piece. It used to be that one pieces were for children, grandmothers. &amp;amp; professional swimmers but now there are so many choices that the one piece can actually be sexy. Here are some of my favorite bathing suits I have found this season in no particular order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SikggTa-QXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gSbw_TkaoxI/s1600-h/sea+glass+halter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343838172193112434" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SikggTa-QXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gSbw_TkaoxI/s400/sea+glass+halter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SikmDVLsb_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Y-GRvEgD-4k/s1600-h/Arabian+Nights+Maillot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343844271519461362" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SikmDVLsb_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Y-GRvEgD-4k/s400/Arabian+Nights+Maillot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Si0l3LOLqII/AAAAAAAAAQc/eUmipVrzDqk/s1600-h/jersey+lomelina.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344969962593953922" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Si0l3LOLqII/AAAAAAAAAQc/eUmipVrzDqk/s400/jersey+lomelina.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Si0mCjIhXWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/e6VJ50ymhNo/s1600-h/solid+ruched+tank.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344970157991222626" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Si0mCjIhXWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/e6VJ50ymhNo/s400/solid+ruched+tank.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Si0mHF9JOmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/eiAcVm_wYnY/s1600-h/solid+shirred+vandeau+tank.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344970236058221154" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/Si0mHF9JOmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/eiAcVm_wYnY/s400/solid+shirred+vandeau+tank.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J Crew&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6249773883897415675-2038004591613256173?l=salabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2038004591613256173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-my-lady-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2038004591613256173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249773883897415675/posts/default/2038004591613256173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-my-lady-friends.html' title='For my Lady Friends'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10358873576101168329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SiWRCr5npxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7uMven64TtY/S220/n752840877_1171981_3869.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOQ88279iVo/SikggTa-QXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gSbw_TkaoxI/s72-c/sea+glass+halter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
