tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28855248119479462952024-03-05T00:49:31.241-05:00Unwrap LifeBecause every day is a gift, just waiting to be unwrapped.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.comBlogger474125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-15735953758891133202011-09-23T18:41:00.002-04:002011-09-23T18:46:18.094-04:00Farewell, Pine Valley<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuqmQedfekgBvF7iL9rcqYRId0BKnYo_x0xphRU-rLJV6B0paKlZ4etyaQhMXwjLH6bj4IvNvRVDIlpEUh0_9iGZ8gCopHNBmjxKzgpVe-O_Nx8XF61CU7w4BdRRTDxuamsaZS0L2vuo/s1600/AllMyChildren_20110707182924.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuqmQedfekgBvF7iL9rcqYRId0BKnYo_x0xphRU-rLJV6B0paKlZ4etyaQhMXwjLH6bj4IvNvRVDIlpEUh0_9iGZ8gCopHNBmjxKzgpVe-O_Nx8XF61CU7w4BdRRTDxuamsaZS0L2vuo/s400/AllMyChildren_20110707182924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655689077517705010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">{image </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.deadline.com/2011/07/abc-licenses-all-my-children-and-one-life-to-live-to-prospect-park-shows-will-continue-production-and-move-online/">via</a><span style="font-style: italic;">}</span></span><br /></div><br /><h6 style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody">Today is the end of an era! I started watching <span style="font-style: italic;">All My Children</span> with my mom one summer when I was a kid. In college, I watched only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays because I didn't have a 1:30 class those days. When I started my first job, I listened to it on the car radio during my lunch break. And after I started working from home, I always had it on in the background while I worked. Now I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">DVR</span> it and have a marathon many Sunday afternoons.<br /></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody">And today, 20+ years of faithful viewing <a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20530776,00.html">come to an end</a>.<br /></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody">Farewell, Pine Valley.</span></span></h6>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-14451277944457201522011-09-15T10:15:00.006-04:002011-09-22T10:44:31.799-04:00It's OKThis is my first time linking up with the lovely <a href="http://www.chroniclesofneely.com/">Neely</a> and Amber for "It's OK" Thursday.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.chroniclesofneely.com/" title="Its Ok Thursdays"><img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/BlogDesigns/Buttons/ItsOkThursdaysButton.png" alt="Its Ok Thursdays" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">It's OK</span> that I haven't blogged consistently in nearly a year. I've been busy. Doing life. But I miss doing life with y'all. Take me back? Pretty please?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">It's OK </span>to finally admit that after many faithful seasons of watching, I am completely over Project Runway. I even deleted it off the DVR. Sorry, Heidi.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">It's OK</span> that I pluck out every single gray hair I find. I am <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">OK</span> with being 30. I am not <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">OK</span> with gray hair.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">It's OK</span> that I am already counting down to Christmas, even though it's not even technically fall yet. I can't help it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">It's OK</span> that I'm cheating on my Starbucks caramel macchiatto. Darn you, salted caramel mocha!<br /></center>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-77040145111114460952011-04-03T21:54:00.002-04:002011-04-07T19:18:25.942-04:00Pucker up and blow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6nqGUP1zuRGULQDlM9XHjVq9Z7UD27Y8OHvK2L5FUKsOm_rp6qbPBcjtHQIRPchU_Tq2kDV0LaIyGGhhNDDokrbHMD8JhPVkXe6eKjp2bzreEDni4TDmVBJ2xRVNL6BvEnp7yF6j_2jU/s1600/thankyou.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6nqGUP1zuRGULQDlM9XHjVq9Z7UD27Y8OHvK2L5FUKsOm_rp6qbPBcjtHQIRPchU_Tq2kDV0LaIyGGhhNDDokrbHMD8JhPVkXe6eKjp2bzreEDni4TDmVBJ2xRVNL6BvEnp7yF6j_2jU/s400/thankyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591541064939322066" border="0" /></a><br />When I saw this <a href="http://www.postsecret.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">PostSecret</span></a> on Sunday, it immediately made me think of the movie <span style="font-style: italic;">Corrina, Corrina</span> and the scene where Corrina and the little girl are in the car and the stoplight is red and Corrina blows at it and 'makes' it turn green for them. We used to do that all the time when we were kids and thought it was the coolest thing. Even at 29 years old, if I'm at a long red light, I'll watch the cross traffic and wait for that light to turn red before I 'blow' my light green. Never fails to make me smile.<br /><br />If you haven't seen <span style="font-style: italic;">Corrina, Corrina</span>, you need to get on it. Such a sweet movie.<br /><br />Do you have any silly little things that you did as a kid that you still do today?<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdTy3ZMKCe92-s_TgJJBAx6wYSp1vLsFLsOnzoJLo62X9y8Tw73VS340w_SOYZWQ3QlTISH3HsR5jaFk7KJzcqF72SweV4inc5hO7BD-6wosLxy94EjK3SO-czIhQQeU_DDO1RSCKiq_c/s1600/Corrina-Corrina-movie-poster-corrina-corrina-1785785-500-500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdTy3ZMKCe92-s_TgJJBAx6wYSp1vLsFLsOnzoJLo62X9y8Tw73VS340w_SOYZWQ3QlTISH3HsR5jaFk7KJzcqF72SweV4inc5hO7BD-6wosLxy94EjK3SO-czIhQQeU_DDO1RSCKiq_c/s400/Corrina-Corrina-movie-poster-corrina-corrina-1785785-500-500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592983304556928386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >{<a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?q=corrina+corrina+movie&hl=en&safe=off&gbv=2&tbm=isch&tbnid=EkLYvldTgckdZM:&imgrefurl=http://www.fanpop.com/spots/corrina-corrina/images/1785785/title/corrina-corrina-movie-poster-photo&ei=iUSeTfD-KsaI4gbUiKywAw&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=120&vpy=75&dur=1446&hovh=225&hovw=225&tx=115&ty=154&oei=dUSeTa-KJ-i20QHQh8TWBA&page=1&tbnh=131&tbnw=128&start=0&ndsp=38&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:0&biw=1467&bih=677">image</a>}</span><br /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-41106615270168881022011-04-02T00:05:00.000-04:002011-04-02T00:04:46.415-04:0030 Before 30: #2 Throw an 80's party<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWh_3CjY410eOYsGu5l4VQ5wsHn9fS_xt1mRPjlA_iKp05ETRjwrtot6AqWq9SXcwVU2bYxSv178WMcv1UWk_-lNH1iLAgO-xomQuzrJTJxCfIKK_7Y2Bv5XD37oC3lL-ZBRyLuiUBxds/s1600/30"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWh_3CjY410eOYsGu5l4VQ5wsHn9fS_xt1mRPjlA_iKp05ETRjwrtot6AqWq9SXcwVU2bYxSv178WMcv1UWk_-lNH1iLAgO-xomQuzrJTJxCfIKK_7Y2Bv5XD37oC3lL-ZBRyLuiUBxds/s200/30" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589593109862087490" border="0" /></a>Plans for #2 on <a href="http://unwraplife.blogspot.com/p/30-before-30.html">The List</a> are in full swing and it's time to start working on my costume. There are <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">so </span>many fun options for guys and girls, it's hard to narrow it down to just one. I am thinking maybe I need make like Anne Hathaway at the Oscars and have multiple costume changes!<br /><br />So far I have managed to narrow it down to these three options:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYQmm9X7okvi6DSLjuKuw8geJgFKy6y5kQtTFuE6_Nfnlj0PIT3-P5u4TDCbVKTH0-9OKo8OHZ3ULmAw8M9cVroKB4W_dwhwHQTQzTHcBDmitu4eTCrbQ2ZHmhLWNyT6pg7HoI37QjTw/s1600/80s-madonna.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYQmm9X7okvi6DSLjuKuw8geJgFKy6y5kQtTFuE6_Nfnlj0PIT3-P5u4TDCbVKTH0-9OKo8OHZ3ULmAw8M9cVroKB4W_dwhwHQTQzTHcBDmitu4eTCrbQ2ZHmhLWNyT6pg7HoI37QjTw/s320/80s-madonna.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589590840879891106" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9c3wCjFpQstF48WHVuZ66Hs_SInZLlkJ0zQSkg-rMKxsu4lZs1PVldPac2X7dsASGXNwv94fF6M0HZ5Ojf4tMjxBVKVW6hyz4REcGHYsNrZNS7WTiIb_VvnayMTiUxR8Dxi9XbtbGZs/s1600/80s-prom-dresses-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9c3wCjFpQstF48WHVuZ66Hs_SInZLlkJ0zQSkg-rMKxsu4lZs1PVldPac2X7dsASGXNwv94fF6M0HZ5Ojf4tMjxBVKVW6hyz4REcGHYsNrZNS7WTiIb_VvnayMTiUxR8Dxi9XbtbGZs/s320/80s-prom-dresses-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589590837365598050" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsoAT8SFxVE3FVexIj3GNAnKj_l9rRPnL8YDifg24rLp8qoeoWelXu7ROGZ9x28eV5YeXAhyphenhyphenqEuhDJZVCCBWGUvSWQA-CqP2VN2G6TPSfe2m0XpXFgfDO-W4bhV0oU_EBnwdS2zH-9GM/s1600/heidi-montag-aerobics-instructor-03.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsoAT8SFxVE3FVexIj3GNAnKj_l9rRPnL8YDifg24rLp8qoeoWelXu7ROGZ9x28eV5YeXAhyphenhyphenqEuhDJZVCCBWGUvSWQA-CqP2VN2G6TPSfe2m0XpXFgfDO-W4bhV0oU_EBnwdS2zH-9GM/s320/heidi-montag-aerobics-instructor-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589593538793262578" border="0" /></a><br /><br />1. Madonna in her <span style="font-style: italic;">Like a Virgin</span> days<br />2. 80's prom in all it's shiny satin glory<br />3. Peppy, big-haired aerobics instructor<br /><br />Every time I think I've decided, I go back and look at these pictures and change my mind all over again. They could <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> be super fun.<br /><br />So help a girl out. What say ye?Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-71007323913487018422011-03-29T17:01:00.000-04:002011-03-29T17:01:00.887-04:00What I'm Reading<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_DcoLXGJ367pImdL7BZRHrzx8norIJsO9DjecFXKEH1phPPwDocs2l4kvM1A9vTrLmEzhCseKp8GIKaGDRQ_7nBKZ8TD1PYc1bMy75Y9tVqeecJfpamuKx4oVX0fjTeuiUpbu_bJcGE/s1600/The-Hunger-Games-Trilogy-Book-Giveaway.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_DcoLXGJ367pImdL7BZRHrzx8norIJsO9DjecFXKEH1phPPwDocs2l4kvM1A9vTrLmEzhCseKp8GIKaGDRQ_7nBKZ8TD1PYc1bMy75Y9tVqeecJfpamuKx4oVX0fjTeuiUpbu_bJcGE/s400/The-Hunger-Games-Trilogy-Book-Giveaway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581462595860448162" border="0" /></a>For months I kept hearing friends say they were obsessed with <span style="font-style: italic;">The Hunger Games</span> trilogy by Suzanne Collins. It's considered Young Adult (YA) and I just couldn't see myself getting into anything YA. Too close to all that silly vampire nonsense for me to be interested. But my sister Amy bought me Book #1 for Christmas, knowing full well that if I read it, I would be hooked.<br /><br />And boy was I! I finished <span style="font-style: italic;">The Hunger Games</span> in four days while we were on a trip to NYC. When I got to the last page of <span style="font-style: italic;">THG</span>, I was so disappointed that I didn't already have #2 to get started! I tweeted out my disappointment and, lo and behold, <span style="font-style: italic;">Catching Fire</span> and<span style="font-style: italic;"> Mockingjay </span>were mine to borrow from a friend the very next day! I read <span style="font-style: italic;">Catching Fire</span> in four days and <span style="font-style: italic;">Mockingjay</span> in a single Saturday marathon. I won't give it away for those who haven't read them, but suffice it to say, I couldn't put them down until I knew how it all turned out. I can admit when I am wrong and I will never again turn up my nose at YA books.<br /><br />What should I read next? I am the waiting list at the library for <span style="font-style: italic;">Water For Elephants</span> so I need something to keep me busy until then.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-50877426423730836002011-03-28T20:37:00.000-04:002011-03-28T20:37:00.933-04:00Pretty Please: Birthday Edition 2I am loving this new <a href="http://www.amycornwell.com/store/cart.php?m=product_detail&p=927">Glass Photo Pendant</a> from <a href="http://www.amycornwell.com/store/cart.php">Amy Cornwell</a>, which can be personalized with a teeny tiny photo of your choice. I love Amy, but if she keeps coming out with such great new stuff, I'm going to go broke. So someone please save me from the poor house and send me this pretty for my birthday, mmmkay?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEBl9c_hlNdf4-HWuoWt_cD_aDhYQN8iVrWtW7N8YMQTxrLqgnIMdJtwyswZOU7euvlcR_koeszuEZGEvPYaIeBoZOSuCsTU6sijSiWwLrq4IHYKhlm3aATjuH3jeODX5Nimh8WJviP3s/s1600/IMG_8192.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEBl9c_hlNdf4-HWuoWt_cD_aDhYQN8iVrWtW7N8YMQTxrLqgnIMdJtwyswZOU7euvlcR_koeszuEZGEvPYaIeBoZOSuCsTU6sijSiWwLrq4IHYKhlm3aATjuH3jeODX5Nimh8WJviP3s/s400/IMG_8192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587632513877858130" border="0" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-63562859244746257392011-03-21T19:11:00.000-04:002011-03-21T19:11:00.205-04:00Flash MobIf I could re-do my <a href="http://unwraplife.blogspot.com/p/30-before-30.html">30 Before 30</a> list today there are a few things I would change. Namely, I'd add 'Participate in a flash mob' to the list. Although, in my defense, when I made this last (all the way back in October) flash mobs weren't yet a 'thing'. I mean seriously, how fun would that be to do with your girls?<br /><br />This is a flash mob that my college friends <a href="http://thehinefamilyblog.blogspot.com/">John and Maria</a> did as part of the youth retreat at their church last weekend. Now Maria can mark 'Flash Mob' off her 40 Before 40 list (sorry, had to rub it in that she's <span style="font-style: italic;">already</span> 30). Clearly, they are way cooler than me.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S8wl8J8p-HI?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"></iframe>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-84013720071707436432011-03-21T14:17:00.002-04:002011-03-21T14:23:44.416-04:00Pretty Please: Birthday Edition<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYZvKhXMUw52to5DYQP9vfyIfmbNU5tDFonumcG-tLpRRxGqBN4FDbs15XY1-NFS-KKtjujwMIxvN_AeV-aKlA6PPwYT5P6-FNTxjvAHKewzQN94-oSEPdTJ8HPlApPn1CRu5UBW6xjs/s1600/Capture.PNG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYZvKhXMUw52to5DYQP9vfyIfmbNU5tDFonumcG-tLpRRxGqBN4FDbs15XY1-NFS-KKtjujwMIxvN_AeV-aKlA6PPwYT5P6-FNTxjvAHKewzQN94-oSEPdTJ8HPlApPn1CRu5UBW6xjs/s400/Capture.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586599068522897746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >{link <a href="http://www.bedbathandbeyond.com/Product.asp?SKU=13159521">here</a>}</span><br /></div><br />Because who doesn't love toasty warm feet?<br /><br />My feet are always freezing. I wear socks and slipper Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. It can be 90 degrees outside and I still need socks on my feet. I don't wear them to bed, so in the time it takes me to put my socks in the hamper and crawl into bed, my feet are little blocks of ice again.<br /><br />Although these are probably a bit like wearing cement blocks on your feet. Hopefully there's never an emergency while lounging around in these babies. Or at least if there is, I'll die with very warm feet.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-18882048545900805832011-03-10T22:45:00.003-05:002011-03-10T22:59:17.153-05:00Is it Spring yet?It's still definitely winter in Indy (snow flurries this morning!) which is why I was shocked the other day when a friend said it was only two weeks until Spring. Um, wait, what?! How did that happen? I'm usually itching for Spring. Dying for shorts. Staring longingly at my sleeveless dresses. Painting my toenails in February in anticipation of open-toed shoes in April.<br /><br />This year? <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Notsomuch</span></span>. It just totally snuck up on me. But now that I've been made aware? I'm in total Spring Preparation mode. And what better place to start than <s>spring cleaning</s> with a new Spring dress? I am loving pretty much every single thing in <a href="www.anntaylorloft.com">Ann Taylor Loft</a>'s new spring line. I'll take one of everything.<br /><br />Please and Thank You.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOak33Nweg9xeH-IAgqaFSiyMTcYku1ya9B2hUULHDdCyipiVN77eV99kkXzb8uPJYR62LQzmvC1arJ8WZQBM0Rb_YPn0TvmUTLKizs_3Ifa68Gyx4Ci3f5UpLBq9CQhRSgtv1I6xkyCk/s1600/Dresses-+Casual+Dresses%252C+Shirt+Dresses%252C+Cotton+%2526+Sheath+Dresses-+LOFT_1299718304521.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOak33Nweg9xeH-IAgqaFSiyMTcYku1ya9B2hUULHDdCyipiVN77eV99kkXzb8uPJYR62LQzmvC1arJ8WZQBM0Rb_YPn0TvmUTLKizs_3Ifa68Gyx4Ci3f5UpLBq9CQhRSgtv1I6xkyCk/s320/Dresses-+Casual+Dresses%252C+Shirt+Dresses%252C+Cotton+%2526+Sheath+Dresses-+LOFT_1299718304521.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582663854743587026" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WJ_81PeLlcZop9ekjunD69DR4KSHh8faa5ub_OxUTuAF8PZCrl7GD70I_aiyOgxuK2DTKkWC7Z76Ceex-3xIAl2SOf-qB1ESb7Lq1BnlmWi7A01vRQKQchG4R6V5i_BYIL6-7rLb4JM/s1600/Dresses-+Casual+Dresses%252C+Shirt+Dresses%252C+Cotton+%2526+Sheath+Dresses-+LOFT_1299718274463.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPAGXx513GFRTw9AWcQtg0jRSUZBe3oZC6wKzpha8flW5j0C42l1YS7TEYBHYIe6tYw8t8oTlyRjeoa9xClkTlZo6zZJ-yXdeiO_jDIofNN3vGLO_a10a-oZDLj98YuAv5BerwZnRBsfM/s320/Dresses-+Casual+Dresses%252C+Shirt+Dresses%252C+Cotton+%2526+Sheath+Dresses-+LOFT_1299718347350.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582664151063282050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT82e2J14g5MgLyvYdHdi04E8qZ__Cb2VVZqoMUhGqOtWbNO5JX1SU6hn8lt5mOVrCaZEDnCP6uQ7YPfp_kcfcca1GCOnMNtst1tal9fC9RISw5X3Ob70f8uL6NqChVJyD8JHOzBdTZmA/s1600/Dresses-+Casual+Dresses%252C+Shirt+Dresses%252C+Cotton+%2526+Sheath+Dresses-+LOFT_1299718418922.png"><br /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-87283325031182414252011-03-07T17:01:00.000-05:002011-03-07T17:01:26.500-05:0030 Before 30: #13 Give serious thought to dying my hair red<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPWXTMgpRmintJrXdqAs1agvHald0MH6ANFLGzOGJbm2v6aa0x7TsWgQQ3TC5LfBiRKnv9lSKwizJwf_CIC1ZzxdFzNwKiNQcbzNJvQ9YOG3n0U-1oV8wm3ENR3hApbTcBdMbI1b3K4M/s1600/PC160034.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZe5PihGqDuj-gPiclzWMMH0yYiynboikcLXIJKlXCljPmDs0ZhOpnZNqXOZwGXkaNMCgzKuEh8wx_cQiHzuzt2rbvqJ00eIfVzwkxzYt9hu13QKwOKe_Hbl95GGehgYTMy8_zXZA_824/s1600/30"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZe5PihGqDuj-gPiclzWMMH0yYiynboikcLXIJKlXCljPmDs0ZhOpnZNqXOZwGXkaNMCgzKuEh8wx_cQiHzuzt2rbvqJ00eIfVzwkxzYt9hu13QKwOKe_Hbl95GGehgYTMy8_zXZA_824/s200/30" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568518870444010290" border="0" /></a>Like most girls, I have a love/hate relationship with my hair. Two of my sisters have the most amazing corkscrew curls and the third one has a silky curtain of hair thicker than a horse's mane. Me? I got stuck somewhere in between with wavy hair that is neither deliciously curly nor luxuriously straight.<br /><br />In short, my hair takes a lot of work. Once I find a style that works for me, it takes a <span style="font-style: italic;">lot</span> for me to be willing to change it. I alternate between to styles: long layers and a cute short bob. Boring? Sure. But it works for me.<br /><br />I may not be wild about my waves, but one thing I've always loved is the color. Healthy and dark and dimensional. Which is why I've never messed with what the good Lord gave me. I'd love to be one of those girls who can change from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blonde</span> to chestnut to auburn without batting an eyelash. (<a href="http://rachel-mcadams-fans.popsugar.com/What-Hair-Color-Looks-Best-Rachel-McAdams-812655"><span style="font-style: italic;">see: Rachel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">McAdams</span></span></a>), but I'm way too <s>lazy</s> <s>cheap</s> skittish for that. I <span style="font-style: italic;">have</span>, however, always wondered how I'd look as a redhead. If I ever worked up the courage to do it, red would be the way I'd go. So for my 30x30 List, I decided to give it some serious consideration. If not now, when? (And don't say when I go gray - we're trying to <span style="font-style: italic;">downplay</span> turning 30, remember?)<br /><br />After a month of experimenting with a <a href="http://xoxoclosetgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-november-6-2010.html">new layered haircut</a>, <a href="http://xoxoclosetgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/friday-november-19-2010.html">embracing my inner curly girl</a>, and finally taking the plunge into <a href="http://xoxoclosetgirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/saturday-december-4-2010.html">blunt bangs</a>, I figured I was on a roll. Might as well give it a (temporary) go. So while I was home for a week in early December, my sister Amy dyed my hair a nice deep auburn.<br /><br />I hate both of these pictures of me but they are pretty much the only ones I took the entire month of December. The pictures really don't do the color justice. I loved it. All of my female friends noticed it immediately. Nate didn't notice for four days. So I guess it wasn't shockingly dramatic, but it definitely gave me a good taste of what it might be like to take the plunge for real. For now, I think I'll stick with what my mama gave me (cheap and lazy, I tell you) but when those gray hairs start calling, it's good to know I've got some options.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPWXTMgpRmintJrXdqAs1agvHald0MH6ANFLGzOGJbm2v6aa0x7TsWgQQ3TC5LfBiRKnv9lSKwizJwf_CIC1ZzxdFzNwKiNQcbzNJvQ9YOG3n0U-1oV8wm3ENR3hApbTcBdMbI1b3K4M/s1600/PC160034.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPWXTMgpRmintJrXdqAs1agvHald0MH6ANFLGzOGJbm2v6aa0x7TsWgQQ3TC5LfBiRKnv9lSKwizJwf_CIC1ZzxdFzNwKiNQcbzNJvQ9YOG3n0U-1oV8wm3ENR3hApbTcBdMbI1b3K4M/s400/PC160034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581460376696335714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8Usdga0eIH2_UcoJ7GwO6yxqBeWmSfcBLTEI1A_WoV_KbSCsQU1mqEf2QQFMLccfqh1u8W9iUN6j5-OFowU31BD9ncGNVy_ORPuYx0tNEbKX9PsXeF8xVawC4a_s9AOAT9uQ1oJeXro/s1600/PC120015.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8Usdga0eIH2_UcoJ7GwO6yxqBeWmSfcBLTEI1A_WoV_KbSCsQU1mqEf2QQFMLccfqh1u8W9iUN6j5-OFowU31BD9ncGNVy_ORPuYx0tNEbKX9PsXeF8xVawC4a_s9AOAT9uQ1oJeXro/s400/PC120015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568115977603647170" border="0" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-42014394196724930142011-02-01T07:46:00.000-05:002011-02-01T07:46:00.281-05:00Tuesday's at the Table<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdkeOFckO2M-yfQfHZFINOvgIZVUMSh9gJtZFqSCrrsT_Da0FHYCkQkGrpZB0VglGPIiLy2459JuaWFxK9gLCDv5SQQ_etdQ6rcz4ZqASCLDDeGBI7Fx_zN0f_fr4k5qhyphenhyphen99F-KuE6cF8/s1600/AllthesmallstuffTuesattheTableRedGi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdkeOFckO2M-yfQfHZFINOvgIZVUMSh9gJtZFqSCrrsT_Da0FHYCkQkGrpZB0VglGPIiLy2459JuaWFxK9gLCDv5SQQ_etdQ6rcz4ZqASCLDDeGBI7Fx_zN0f_fr4k5qhyphenhyphen99F-KuE6cF8/s400/AllthesmallstuffTuesattheTableRedGi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568516818947552466" border="0" /></a><br />I'm back to participating in <a href="http://allthesmallstuff-cole.blogspot.com/2011/01/tuesdays-at-table-crispy-chorizo.html">All the Small Stuff</a>'s Tuesdays at the Table. I've found some amazing recipes (read: short and simple) through <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">TATT</span>, so if you don't check it out every week, you totally should. Or at the last very least, try mine! HA!<br /><br />I had this <a href="http://www.grouprecipes.com/32777/weight-watchers-taco-soup.html">Weight Watcher's Taco Soup</a> at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bunco</span> in December and loved it so much I came home and Googled it the very next day. I've made it twice since then and I'm still not tired of it. It is so super easy and makes the house smell incredible. Perfect for the winter storm we're in the midst of this week.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">__________<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Weight Watcher's Taco Soup</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ingredients:</span><br />1 lb lean ground beef or turkey (I've been using turkey and Nate has no idea)<br />1 large onion, chopped (I cheat and use onion flakes)<br />1 (1 ounce) package of Hidden Valley Ranch dressing mix<br />1 (1 ounce) package of taco seasoning mix<br />1 (16 ounce) can of pinto beans<br />1 (16 ounce) can of chili beans (hot or regular)<br />1 (16 ounce) can of whole kernel corn<br />1 (10 ounce) can of diced Mexican-style tomatoes<br />1 (10 ounce) can of diced tomatoes (any flavor - I use the basil kind)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Instructions:</span><br />1. Brown meat and onions and drain.<br />2. Mix ranch dressing and taco seasoning into meat.<br />3. Without draining, add all of the other ingredients.<br />4. Simmer 1 hour.<br /><br /></div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-61851108635511244702011-01-30T17:05:00.003-05:002011-01-30T17:39:24.277-05:00An Ode to Katie: An Endless List of Why I Love My Baby Sister (Alternately titled: I Suck at Blogging)<span style="font-style: italic;">*Poking head sheepishly back into the blog-o-sphere*</span><br /><br />Hello? Anyone here?<br /><br />Anyone?<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bueller</span>?......<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bueller</span>?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">___________<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Soooo</span></span>......clearly I took a <s>little</s> big fat (albeit unintentional) hiatus from blogging. No excuse, really. Just got busy and lacking inspiration, then got out of the habit. For those of you who missed me, you have my sister Katie to thank for getting me back on the blogging horse. She gave me an ultimatum to blog by the end of January, and in true big sister fashion, I put it off to the very last day, just because I could. HA!<br /><br />It's been a busy two months with lots of time with friends and family (rare and much appreciated!), a flooded basement, a new job for Nate, a recent return to his old job for Nate, and lots of progress on my 30 Before 30 list (updates to come!).<br /><br />And because I'm still finding my blogging <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mojo</span> again, I'm going to cheat and update you with a little State of Mind.<br /></div></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Loving: </span>my quiet weekend<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hating:</span> that my feet are always cold, no matter how many layers I put on them!<span><br /><br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Craving: </span></span>Fruity Pebbles<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Wanting: </span>Spring to hurry up<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Reading: </span><span style="font-style: italic;">The Hunger Games </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Watching:</span> <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.mystyle.com/mystyle/shows/giulianaandbill/index.jsp"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"></span></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Kourtney</span> and Kim Take NYC<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Listening to:</span> Jason <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Aldean</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Big Green Tractor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Looking forward to:</span> NYC this weekend! (Twice! In six months!)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Worried about:</span> the winter storm ruining our tripSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-42171894597405268532010-12-09T13:35:00.007-05:002010-12-09T13:53:36.966-05:0030 Before 30 : #6 Have a Shaving Whipped Cream FightBack in mid-November, my dad's side of the family had a reunion in Jacksonville, FL. As we all get older and busier, it gets harder and harder to get all of the aunts, uncles and grandkids together, so it was lovely to have almost everyone in one place, even just for a few days. We did the typical family reunion stuff: ate too much, watched the Gamecocks whoop up on the Gators (a victory made even sweeter by the fact that we got to watch it <span style="font-style: italic;">with</span> the Gator side of the family!), and had a little friendly family competition (wiffle ball). And, of course, the obligatory family photo shoot.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eDHSCAM8FB8TJXYvHURCL5DNiUA6hyphenhyphen1UemFWea6lFjPGI13-kjorjrAmtr8hAaeeC9FANsZ20-MshpjvLq8UWptGEanDxszNKHA1jVPE_8dk_ZvIG3277YF9jPuyptK0IYTKe02KFrk/s1600/150238_1628723032974_1083528207_3587678_3805588_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eDHSCAM8FB8TJXYvHURCL5DNiUA6hyphenhyphen1UemFWea6lFjPGI13-kjorjrAmtr8hAaeeC9FANsZ20-MshpjvLq8UWptGEanDxszNKHA1jVPE_8dk_ZvIG3277YF9jPuyptK0IYTKe02KFrk/s400/150238_1628723032974_1083528207_3587678_3805588_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548755018896478226" border="0" /></a><br />It was right about the time that we finished the 'grandparents with grandkids' pictures that I noticed some incredibly suspicious behavior going on. The adults (I say that as if I am not nearly 30 years old - apparently I still think of myself as a 'kid' when it comes to the family hierarchy!) were all huddled behind a big tree in the yard. No sooner where the words, 'What are you guys up to over there?' out of my mouth than they all attacked me with two dozen cans of whipped cream.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGm1iHcj_CES8piKJIyyq6v6i1p4uAmxvhehWG1mxLCiK5zn3oQGRPO9mTDw_dTvVYTJ_iOWPPKtiUJfZdGI_NuMRW-fVVto4hTVRJf8J1ivCS_cdq4jL3pVALlU-I9wOXSEIAStNSxRc/s1600/76460_1693137058995_1554858959_31642905_2458281_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGm1iHcj_CES8piKJIyyq6v6i1p4uAmxvhehWG1mxLCiK5zn3oQGRPO9mTDw_dTvVYTJ_iOWPPKtiUJfZdGI_NuMRW-fVVto4hTVRJf8J1ivCS_cdq4jL3pVALlU-I9wOXSEIAStNSxRc/s400/76460_1693137058995_1554858959_31642905_2458281_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548753140928861218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozpzMhSLHodUReCX88OP4pSk0XeJcUxACOO-SI0qmhykh9l8ik-NSqbYaYcxtlY2ZdQDsO6c3dx3uqUsl1w6QQj6Bv4a9-cNx9PQ3SwhnMehN9vd13CJ0GkUOdUMsaDDlbsFDlobFsC0/s1600/148882_1693137819014_1554858959_31642908_4881344_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozpzMhSLHodUReCX88OP4pSk0XeJcUxACOO-SI0qmhykh9l8ik-NSqbYaYcxtlY2ZdQDsO6c3dx3uqUsl1w6QQj6Bv4a9-cNx9PQ3SwhnMehN9vd13CJ0GkUOdUMsaDDlbsFDlobFsC0/s400/148882_1693137819014_1554858959_31642908_4881344_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548753163230183138" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBqceHPSW4MD2UIdhfI0MFaHEtp-bEd0GaP7W_uGkp42qJmOgPMVgLNHVdfA6zoAc-0roXNhGm2UDVLaxhfKaGmu3wlZhTjphNWvs7_ItH3UyQ_GLag5dvfFnAjwCmv81FHaE4MNdtfGU/s1600/150035_1628724032999_1083528207_3587686_6297849_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBqceHPSW4MD2UIdhfI0MFaHEtp-bEd0GaP7W_uGkp42qJmOgPMVgLNHVdfA6zoAc-0roXNhGm2UDVLaxhfKaGmu3wlZhTjphNWvs7_ItH3UyQ_GLag5dvfFnAjwCmv81FHaE4MNdtfGU/s400/150035_1628724032999_1083528207_3587686_6297849_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548753175184766258" border="0" /></a><br />It turns out that these two had been plotting all day to help me achieve #6 on my <span style="font-style: italic;">30 Before 30</span> list. And the rest of the family was all too eager to join in the fun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGftuxMQKTZ2zDcP4lkRy3IQzuuKXpDapiaoW0QxxVU56mOXy7WB8rDo-MSRLuxpjkBDmr3ixp7IxF8_btXwnS6Ah8sN6GSzy8MGgZGsbg6z3e-axnemAWQb6C2cvTZbwk7RwWC5BcPvU/s1600/155082_1628724273005_1083528207_3587688_1624_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGftuxMQKTZ2zDcP4lkRy3IQzuuKXpDapiaoW0QxxVU56mOXy7WB8rDo-MSRLuxpjkBDmr3ixp7IxF8_btXwnS6Ah8sN6GSzy8MGgZGsbg6z3e-axnemAWQb6C2cvTZbwk7RwWC5BcPvU/s400/155082_1628724273005_1083528207_3587688_1624_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548753341887603250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Djdu1C0la5mMU-0x_fEQmWQ6LHbb8Q39m-QILXme0ZZIDJzy6HXkwY38K3hHu7iM5BvZ2kQcYKixu7qLAaHJR2LKAX74VPEJs6Qklwtbkhs4GxffNOaI0BA9cpB2azIHTpY13Uf_weM/s1600/148361_1693139179048_1554858959_31642912_4571016_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Djdu1C0la5mMU-0x_fEQmWQ6LHbb8Q39m-QILXme0ZZIDJzy6HXkwY38K3hHu7iM5BvZ2kQcYKixu7qLAaHJR2LKAX74VPEJs6Qklwtbkhs4GxffNOaI0BA9cpB2azIHTpY13Uf_weM/s400/148361_1693139179048_1554858959_31642912_4571016_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548753154197112194" border="0" /></a><br />It was an awesome surprise! And a wonderful memory that we'll all talk about for years to come. In the last few weeks, the list has definitely become less about accomplishing goals and more about making forever memories with the ones I love.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVJe9E491PVbrcrbqeFNIoTu4QdK1oZZigueDyvJxfWpWG69dyNhJiobwwx9gd0xtF_9Av_xP5T_tHLJz56XP3iwQEh483o17cm1_6GvJUKz6DJVFmBCKQlmFfCi3PVOBzLnUxKBL-xU/s1600/150845_1693139579058_1554858959_31642913_6350695_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVJe9E491PVbrcrbqeFNIoTu4QdK1oZZigueDyvJxfWpWG69dyNhJiobwwx9gd0xtF_9Av_xP5T_tHLJz56XP3iwQEh483o17cm1_6GvJUKz6DJVFmBCKQlmFfCi3PVOBzLnUxKBL-xU/s400/150845_1693139579058_1554858959_31642913_6350695_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548753664674787650" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkp9jq16HFkwSgLtNaaTPKZ9Iqj5o8aUmQdtnOdvgoRLlex0otv5ZuGBFElhY6E7ChRaAWN7ZCpw1P1fhuwpOo_RQ7b2oCn7CfLkuL4WiLg-5kveudWmxqspBVn3OIuJSBYQVO0AnJVM/s1600/75163_1693138779038_1554858959_31642911_8241667_n.jpg"><br /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-9958542753620343752010-11-29T22:12:00.005-05:002010-11-29T22:49:23.105-05:00Sisters are one of God's best ideas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2nxt4bgLD3VnunchinU71kO0V9ktX8GgUKx9g5ekvUDwrRIJ3nxo0-ahICSc_h2kMvHGmHY_u5tL-eT1oTAYCh1Kwh1Y0eQkVawx4MXhJKyCOHK37ET3956OR6fbVdYnMcVSnd7CVkU/s1600/PB260002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2nxt4bgLD3VnunchinU71kO0V9ktX8GgUKx9g5ekvUDwrRIJ3nxo0-ahICSc_h2kMvHGmHY_u5tL-eT1oTAYCh1Kwh1Y0eQkVawx4MXhJKyCOHK37ET3956OR6fbVdYnMcVSnd7CVkU/s400/PB260002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545175607395386114" border="0" /></a><br />I was very blessed to have my mom, dad and my sister Amy come stay with us for Thanksgiving. They drove all night on Tuesday to surprise me at 6am on Wednesday morning, which gave us a whole extra day together!<br /><br />We cooked....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiVIRQMlucLYB_sZedu1fmUdDiHXTHgvu9u30sQaM1NjQawF38-4RW5MOcDsAAcQjU9JoW1nCKQhVI1xPHBTcHrbBK3ER_aNpeAoxKgztp-MLF0fNCAksB5IbIXg73aatPpQm3HGEKzHY/s1600/PB250052.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiVIRQMlucLYB_sZedu1fmUdDiHXTHgvu9u30sQaM1NjQawF38-4RW5MOcDsAAcQjU9JoW1nCKQhVI1xPHBTcHrbBK3ER_aNpeAoxKgztp-MLF0fNCAksB5IbIXg73aatPpQm3HGEKzHY/s400/PB250052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545182674447020898" border="0" /></a><br />And ate....<br /><br />And molested a turkey....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGE68c03zxqWEfvXuQX5K-otqnKRKKdDQjXP2QHj7nDiM5mEz8aHNmlDw89bGC8hIkuqO0iC24hDfGF6aEJVS8u5v-GG6NlRQFKaLsVEhxywt1TFAZRGr2VLFzKGOtipjsMpsFIFWh-lk/s1600/Thanksgiving.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGE68c03zxqWEfvXuQX5K-otqnKRKKdDQjXP2QHj7nDiM5mEz8aHNmlDw89bGC8hIkuqO0iC24hDfGF6aEJVS8u5v-GG6NlRQFKaLsVEhxywt1TFAZRGr2VLFzKGOtipjsMpsFIFWh-lk/s400/Thanksgiving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545183839935014914" border="0" /></a><br />And cuddled with puppies.....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqpOShJV2nrJDi27NgEyW6IfXjeTY60wMXbuFQxfxPHkNs2Z80mIVyIVyIpGgeYc0QpoIA9joBrCkO8qqdkgiH6z-tauaa2rixHBmm4DPaS1elS75liomJmahwtoqrxmYtMu8-DPFdEOc/s1600/PB250051.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqpOShJV2nrJDi27NgEyW6IfXjeTY60wMXbuFQxfxPHkNs2Z80mIVyIVyIpGgeYc0QpoIA9joBrCkO8qqdkgiH6z-tauaa2rixHBmm4DPaS1elS75liomJmahwtoqrxmYtMu8-DPFdEOc/s400/PB250051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545182684682792578" border="0" /></a><br />And shopped....<br /><br />And played games (I won!)....<br /><br />And watched movies....<br /><br />And cuddled some more with puppies....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtY5ueWjg4nG-bn3URFLqLukY-NJzXS6KYlwl8FNkDu323Ly6iHsGn9-zCdu7siRf_c1wBJQE63oX7DyaunXoEg483w-Fgi_SBhfgruL7-eLLHbyRNzTL3KGB7Sf67O_qS0Xrpg8LA2EI/s1600/PB250047.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtY5ueWjg4nG-bn3URFLqLukY-NJzXS6KYlwl8FNkDu323Ly6iHsGn9-zCdu7siRf_c1wBJQE63oX7DyaunXoEg483w-Fgi_SBhfgruL7-eLLHbyRNzTL3KGB7Sf67O_qS0Xrpg8LA2EI/s400/PB250047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545182680281010610" border="0" /></a><br />And threw cupcakes all over the floor....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpaC8xRpi-DTVZHfN89kjSISVyuqU0lzdp6zbQVbZd9zSP9eeU4pbdInYcjM7mhRB0lk_swJtHMoYAgB0PcmB4oZrJpatT0dmMo1pQSTJgKr5HMZEDN8Y31qoR_hqHolJ024FzywkIdMY/s1600/PB260001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpaC8xRpi-DTVZHfN89kjSISVyuqU0lzdp6zbQVbZd9zSP9eeU4pbdInYcjM7mhRB0lk_swJtHMoYAgB0PcmB4oZrJpatT0dmMo1pQSTJgKr5HMZEDN8Y31qoR_hqHolJ024FzywkIdMY/s400/PB260001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545182691271097890" border="0" /></a><br />Okay, so maybe that last one wasn't on purpose, and maybe Amy didn't find it too funny, but how can you <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> laugh when someone drops a dozen half baked cupcakes on the floor? What else are sisters for?Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-41776746382850630282010-11-19T18:27:00.003-05:002010-11-19T18:34:22.905-05:00CozyIt figures. I've been eyeing new bedding for months and couldn't find a single thing I liked enough to make the change. And then the minute I buy art to match our current bedding, I find this:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjedf4bO5NZ1Rbq6NxlZvdL6Jr77-S4RO2lVTeygzNKci2F0f8bofMZVIAKQE5KFdU7T-iWRd-dUXPxU23TvdKQaPIQar6t6In82t7-degAjMXcyWIsOIAURrCPoX59TmTAQs7MQIcAMe4/s1600/flannel_E4F5_J10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjedf4bO5NZ1Rbq6NxlZvdL6Jr77-S4RO2lVTeygzNKci2F0f8bofMZVIAKQE5KFdU7T-iWRd-dUXPxU23TvdKQaPIQar6t6In82t7-degAjMXcyWIsOIAURrCPoX59TmTAQs7MQIcAMe4/s400/flannel_E4F5_J10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541406861028615122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">{Image via </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.thecompanystore.com/Fiorella-Flannel-Duvet-Cover/Comforter-Cover/DS80_K_MUL,default,pd.html">The Company Store</a><span style="font-style: italic;">}</span></span><br /></div><br />With some dark grey walls?<br /><br />Love.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-22304832160848836722010-11-05T17:30:00.000-04:002010-11-05T17:30:01.500-04:00State of Mind<span style="font-weight: bold;">Loving: </span>my new job (work at home - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">YAY</span>!)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hating: </span><span></span><span>being far from the ones I love<br /><br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Craving: </span></span>time alone<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Wanting: </span>a pair of patent gray booties<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Reading: </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://leechild.com/WDF.php">Worth Dying For</a> </span><span>by Lee Child</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Watching:</span> <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.mystyle.com/mystyle/shows/giulianaandbill/index.jsp"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Giuliana</span> & Bill</a> on the Style Channel (Seriously, how cute are they?)<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Listening to:</span> Taylor Swift, <span style="font-style: italic;">Sparks Fly</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Looking forward to:</span> Jacksonville next weekend!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Worried about:</span> nothing. And loving every minute of it.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-47240093839467114382010-11-03T20:06:00.008-04:002010-11-03T21:34:40.542-04:0030 Before 30In case you haven't <a href="http://unwraplife.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-not-mid-life-crisis-until-someone.html">already</a> <a href="http://unwraplife.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-short-trip-to-crazy-town.html">heard</a> <s>me whine about it</s>, I'm turning 30 this year. October 15 was my half-birthday and in an effort <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> to enter full on freak out mode about my impending exit from my twenties, I decided to celebrate these last six months instead by accomplishing a few things I haven't quite gotten around to the last 29.5 years. Some of them will be easy, some of them will be a challenge (hello, Oprah!), and some of them will take the entire six months, so I better get cracking.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKYDRV9jYM_t-3z69YgFbYHurLMrTdx-lmOvBeEpM0O4dNoAtbegr_V2-QIaC5IpWrskYjJ8BhCdY2XbvcYnsSZKWaN2iWYGeHoF9fBAnclqU7nVU2S9wLea67u-ecnxmqsKz7_Ysrrw/s1600/30"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKYDRV9jYM_t-3z69YgFbYHurLMrTdx-lmOvBeEpM0O4dNoAtbegr_V2-QIaC5IpWrskYjJ8BhCdY2XbvcYnsSZKWaN2iWYGeHoF9fBAnclqU7nVU2S9wLea67u-ecnxmqsKz7_Ysrrw/s200/30" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535488017754130386" border="0" /></a> 1. Try water skiing<br /> 2. Throw an '80's party<br /> 3. Try acupuncture<br /> 4. Paint a canvas for the house<br /> 5. Find the perfect shade of red lipstick<br /> 6. Have a shaving cream fight<br /> 7. Improve my photography skills<br /> 8. Visit Chicago<br /> 9. Catch up on my scrapbooks<br />10. See <span style="font-style: italic;">Wicked</span><br />11. Eat a fresh fig with honey and walnuts<br />12. Learn HTML code<br />13. Give serious thought to dying my hair red<br />14. Have a girls weekend with my college <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">besties</span><br />15. Get in the best shape of my life (work out consistently)<br />16. Have boudoir shots taken<br />17. Visit the Indianapolis Zoo<br />18. Take a pole dancing class<br />19. Try a cuisine I've never tried before (Lebanese or Indian?)<br />20. Decorate our bedroom<br />21. Try snow boarding<br />22. Attend an Oprah show taping<br />23. Get knocked up<br />24. Serve in a soup kitchen or food pantry<br />25. Complete my dream closet<br />26. Do something completely impulsive<br />27. Kiss in the rain (or snow!)<br />28. Go dancing in Vegas<br />29. Attend at least 2 concerts<br />30. Learn to relax and enjoy turning 30!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-37044401678409469532010-11-02T20:43:00.002-04:002010-11-02T21:25:23.444-04:00I spy with my little eye.....<div style="text-align: center;">Something RED!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIY_gkD1YWY4DnKztaxhDIJ8t_x8QCgtUp3oSyUiOUk2CSbo_f-MlS47WtPT8Hbl39AlAIC3IzeS4GzP5YCxhPh1VCARCZC1VgTbJVx2e2aFK9Tl4dZpJZHwod-Xmawo2AhzbzvYbDbw/s1600/x2_34076f7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIY_gkD1YWY4DnKztaxhDIJ8t_x8QCgtUp3oSyUiOUk2CSbo_f-MlS47WtPT8Hbl39AlAIC3IzeS4GzP5YCxhPh1VCARCZC1VgTbJVx2e2aFK9Tl4dZpJZHwod-Xmawo2AhzbzvYbDbw/s400/x2_34076f7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535117740745255954" border="0" /></a>The red cups are back at Starbucks.<br /><br />The trees are out at Macy's.<br /><br />The peppermint mocha creamer is at the grocery store.<br /><br />The lights are going up at the John Deere store (hello, how Southern does that sound?!).<br /><br />The Container Store is tempting me with their holiday wrapping paper.<br /><br /><br />You know what this means, right? Christmas time is officially upon us.<br /><br />And I couldn't be more excited! Who's with me?Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-82084482327471196932010-10-11T18:10:00.000-04:002010-10-11T18:10:00.592-04:00Ring-a-ding-ding<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5nv-iyWxAZQmU5E1bGeQtTgKpWBg1E6yhvrWZLgv40b3ZtoSmupE53CjtVBUhlVriLg-Vt7HDMaMCKDZHV2cnJQzI2zNlx3bU79x02LC5xYDCgyVlwV22cqmmh8mTTjOnlzr_03QDPU/s1600/1720.strip.sunday.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5nv-iyWxAZQmU5E1bGeQtTgKpWBg1E6yhvrWZLgv40b3ZtoSmupE53CjtVBUhlVriLg-Vt7HDMaMCKDZHV2cnJQzI2zNlx3bU79x02LC5xYDCgyVlwV22cqmmh8mTTjOnlzr_03QDPU/s400/1720.strip.sunday.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526543632922643986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">{image via </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://dilbert.com/strips/comic/2007-09-16/">Dilbert.com</a><span style="font-style: italic;">}</span></span><br /></div><br />I feel like this comic is the story of my work-life lately - spinning my wheels 8 hours a day and getting absolutely nowhere.<br /><br />How is it that I can be nearly *gulp!* 30 years old and still not know what I want to be when I grow up? Three years ago I thought I had this all figured out.<br /><br />Now? I'm waiting on a call for what could be my fifth job in 2 years. This was so <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>my plan.<br /><br />Shows you what I know.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-10983095249149929612010-10-08T21:28:00.000-04:002010-10-08T21:28:00.396-04:00State of Mind<span style="font-weight: bold;">Loving: </span>having a weekend at home<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hating: </span><span></span><span>waiting<br /><br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Craving: </span></span>a trip home<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Wanting: </span>a pair of patent gray booties<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Reading: </span><span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://productsearch.barnesandnoble.com/search/results.aspx?WRD=the+widower%27s+tale">The Widower's Tale</a> </span>by Julia Glass<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Watching:</span> the new Fall Lineup<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Listening to:</span> Jason <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mraz</span> featuring <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Colbie</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Caillat</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Lucky</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Looking forward to:</span> full-on boot weather (where the heck is it?!)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Worried about:</span> nothing. And loving every minute of it.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-55027198804080589342010-09-29T14:49:00.003-04:002010-09-29T14:58:10.305-04:00Coffee Lovers of the World, UNITE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP04KbAkgiziNhS_eEYfJWoZm1hkqub94IhyphenhyphenfaGpOnS96l_19KIPJG6Rjzj400kzUnGejBqe5cpD0PHLT0G6tpo2YncefW1cmMVtJid86PwmTlH4JrPoC9f6sCSY3bYOp9uLe9f1etlag/s1600/coffee.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP04KbAkgiziNhS_eEYfJWoZm1hkqub94IhyphenhyphenfaGpOnS96l_19KIPJG6Rjzj400kzUnGejBqe5cpD0PHLT0G6tpo2YncefW1cmMVtJid86PwmTlH4JrPoC9f6sCSY3bYOp9uLe9f1etlag/s400/coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522411573773557826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.punchbowl.com/holidays/national-coffee-day">It's National Coffee Day</a>.<br /><br />I'm not sure who decides that kind of thing, but I definitely love them. And if someone could make it a national<span style="font-style: italic;"> holiday</span>, I'd love that person even more. Then I could sit in Starbucks all day long and do nothing but drink coffee and read a good book.<br /><br />As it is, National Coffee Day is not <span style="font-style: italic;">yet</span> a national holiday, so I made due by working from home and sipping coffee in my pajamas all day while I <s>goofed off on the computer</s> worked. Guess that will have to be good enough this year.<br /><br />And I'm totally going to Starbucks for the second time today before Nate's soccer game. Gotta support National Coffee Day and all. They don't just<span style="font-style: italic;"> give</span> away national days, you know.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-70552476982155070002010-09-28T18:44:00.002-04:002010-09-29T07:48:58.334-04:00Dear God, Please let this be true.....<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmxulcdfo_ZEDNwV-hYDZeqTLocqz9Jft0yGpUJauTesPfd4iSfgjiAX8bSP4D25AXGr8S47ZltDGwKxBK19fD_RDYzS-F5GTLXFIOhhdwoWfeebqCpoNJpARKjO_k-Nht_TGf_iTzd8/s1600/johnlockewenn2757211__oPt.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmxulcdfo_ZEDNwV-hYDZeqTLocqz9Jft0yGpUJauTesPfd4iSfgjiAX8bSP4D25AXGr8S47ZltDGwKxBK19fD_RDYzS-F5GTLXFIOhhdwoWfeebqCpoNJpARKjO_k-Nht_TGf_iTzd8/s400/johnlockewenn2757211__oPt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522099751014997522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">{image found </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://perezhilton.com/2010-09-20-lost_creator_pitching_new_show_starring_locke_linus_michael_emerson_terry_oquinn">here</a><span style="font-style: italic;">}</span></span><br /></div><br />LOSTies rejoice!<br /><br />It was <a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/2010/09/23/exclusive-michael-emerson-terry-oquinn-jj-abrams-nbc/">reported last week</a> that NBC is developing a new show by J.J. Abrams, creator of the epic series that we all knew and loved and <span style="font-style: italic;">lost</span> (hee, hee, see how I did that? see?). And as if that was awesome enough, J.J. is creating the show for Terry O'Quinn and Michael Emerson!<br /><br />Holy excitement, Batman! I might have just wet my pants a little.<br /><br />The rivalry and love between Locke and Linus was one of the best parts about LOST. By the end of the series, it was clear that Terry and Michael had a bit of a bromance going on. When they dreamt aloud at several interviews of a vehicle all their own, I never dared to hope it would happen.<br /><br />And now it's happening! On NBC! With J.J. Abrams!<br /><br />I can't wait!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-41219872430617279722010-09-27T05:50:00.002-04:002010-09-28T18:42:50.604-04:00What I've been up to while I was away....<span style="font-weight: bold;">Celebrating my Grandma's birthday in Florida:</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tmBfg1TChHs4RLEBZIXynNcGWeBRdfokuP8IYQOS1yx6rUJYCAwRqGxUxzGniiEAHxQBhSCznQ6AO-HE1yrMOn_QU4qbhaDbf8awrqmzL8Lk94maj_ruOoj59GOnqfCu84Pk0-llcR8/s1600/PB220187.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tmBfg1TChHs4RLEBZIXynNcGWeBRdfokuP8IYQOS1yx6rUJYCAwRqGxUxzGniiEAHxQBhSCznQ6AO-HE1yrMOn_QU4qbhaDbf8awrqmzL8Lk94maj_ruOoj59GOnqfCu84Pk0-llcR8/s400/PB220187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521393929828208674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Loving on a few of my favorite people....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6Z-708ZfwDNypO9DFLy8tlw58ZrEE4zOciZJzKdXnPvset1Pz8Q4HOBtRzAi0dYRS27UxCYyHtcS-4xZsEUOYKkIjswwWpxJEMdAUM9bVoBpAes8XeEdxDq4x4aUQ7c8VFJnt4kSaGU/s1600/P9050002.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6Z-708ZfwDNypO9DFLy8tlw58ZrEE4zOciZJzKdXnPvset1Pz8Q4HOBtRzAi0dYRS27UxCYyHtcS-4xZsEUOYKkIjswwWpxJEMdAUM9bVoBpAes8XeEdxDq4x4aUQ7c8VFJnt4kSaGU/s400/P9050002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521391752448534482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Eating at the Big Ice Cream Cone....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6bXKpCsR-nQY2Ewa8xs8pNNg1NoT2aDV8hK0QPSIIODhmgU3rtkDmlfEv53VwOK1kS1o31qKHBmjZFLzplWR1cdwUgOfTEHHCJMiYd-nCRn53xHDhI5PZaRM_KiNhRUz8Vpl0ANphYdY/s1600/61274_1633711726122_1336549287_31746504_5438307_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6bXKpCsR-nQY2Ewa8xs8pNNg1NoT2aDV8hK0QPSIIODhmgU3rtkDmlfEv53VwOK1kS1o31qKHBmjZFLzplWR1cdwUgOfTEHHCJMiYd-nCRn53xHDhI5PZaRM_KiNhRUz8Vpl0ANphYdY/s400/61274_1633711726122_1336549287_31746504_5438307_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521394291434388226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Hanging with the extended family....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIsiMfGplwry6WTpMmmLU8wWYs1Q42nV3znmM_eQgfxLVjjBDFR24fIOqA1yhS6wkjF_1ozr0hyphenhyphenBneu5AmpSytktRINWDgFiVsJvDmBzeXplAQ-sTqfFCux0O7AfdLofN82VScLgaKND0/s1600/P9050003.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIsiMfGplwry6WTpMmmLU8wWYs1Q42nV3znmM_eQgfxLVjjBDFR24fIOqA1yhS6wkjF_1ozr0hyphenhyphenBneu5AmpSytktRINWDgFiVsJvDmBzeXplAQ-sTqfFCux0O7AfdLofN82VScLgaKND0/s400/P9050003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521391757228949682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Visiting my sister-in-law in New York City:</span><br /><br />Blasting out my eardrums at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Eminem</span>/Jay Z<span style="font-style: italic;"> Home and Home</span> concert...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHm1GLLPRp0Rg8K2Jrts1hfELB5QLD9QTCkYZvYNl7H2emC_gw6hGtOXfxG_d7Hl8mLc6yNg8ddGM9Jr6ft7vyGs6_HcFnKJUJEeNEusoRPhUuP1W5ZZgH6Pzkyr4HPP8IJtq7Cjj39zE/s1600/P9130027.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHm1GLLPRp0Rg8K2Jrts1hfELB5QLD9QTCkYZvYNl7H2emC_gw6hGtOXfxG_d7Hl8mLc6yNg8ddGM9Jr6ft7vyGs6_HcFnKJUJEeNEusoRPhUuP1W5ZZgH6Pzkyr4HPP8IJtq7Cjj39zE/s400/P9130027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521391739747190450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Enjoying every single second with my sister-in-law.....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDxrDycnuNgNc4hJG3BXoFAjs569NH2b9dy2a064M2hSn_V1TcuOB3Ra8qr_xIo05tkvWyPIWmaZf9T9P19BfsWiCKXJdJWY7Ca9p5r5ZAbyK2webaIGj_XT8CRt_du7EJgCw84eG_sE/s1600/P9130015.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDxrDycnuNgNc4hJG3BXoFAjs569NH2b9dy2a064M2hSn_V1TcuOB3Ra8qr_xIo05tkvWyPIWmaZf9T9P19BfsWiCKXJdJWY7Ca9p5r5ZAbyK2webaIGj_XT8CRt_du7EJgCw84eG_sE/s400/P9130015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521392914572085026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Singing all the words in every Jay Z song, even the bad ones (sorry, Mom!)....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9OSyD3IflxvZzAlYJLqcGC1TljKj2ZL1lNIx0ZGHa2Iv1tZbbwySfs8mHKsNZDlK2YppbprY3XaynBlfcEP2qDAIexeGCfoEx44Q49URzTPnKwbQrHiDE-ONtLZiRyCW19DdzKxyf998/s1600/P9130049.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9OSyD3IflxvZzAlYJLqcGC1TljKj2ZL1lNIx0ZGHa2Iv1tZbbwySfs8mHKsNZDlK2YppbprY3XaynBlfcEP2qDAIexeGCfoEx44Q49URzTPnKwbQrHiDE-ONtLZiRyCW19DdzKxyf998/s400/P9130049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521391748948464162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Trying not to geek out when I saw Brad <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Goreski</span> from <span style="font-style: italic;">The Rachel Zoe Project</span> at Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3fKFUiEQlwdYQZX388p3d7TGGj2Bhd08FNnZOGi5IRDKrXDPs9Kw7A_PX3sSBOSSchDsXeIl-n01g0GFgfDdWaWRZ66wRBeIqq2FrqxRYZHQifMLkyDSaw2O88zpcWUI9Li534bR_Clw/s1600/P9130006.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3fKFUiEQlwdYQZX388p3d7TGGj2Bhd08FNnZOGi5IRDKrXDPs9Kw7A_PX3sSBOSSchDsXeIl-n01g0GFgfDdWaWRZ66wRBeIqq2FrqxRYZHQifMLkyDSaw2O88zpcWUI9Li534bR_Clw/s400/P9130006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521391734067011010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Meeting celebrity dogs.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVhMR5T4Jir6gnlBG6bRJ4JGcTMP4mwRjkQHk5FQOYI6YxpFxoVlReNJrtvtvxzdYZPfXLXzMTIUTlOkJ3mvG_pGAgPuSd_Ve2NP3_gbHrhQAEwC_xFz4kG2jZGSdI6WyninsiTxDr-Q/s1600/P9130012.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVhMR5T4Jir6gnlBG6bRJ4JGcTMP4mwRjkQHk5FQOYI6YxpFxoVlReNJrtvtvxzdYZPfXLXzMTIUTlOkJ3mvG_pGAgPuSd_Ve2NP3_gbHrhQAEwC_xFz4kG2jZGSdI6WyninsiTxDr-Q/s400/P9130012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521390483615053090" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Tasting every single <a href="http://unwraplife.blogspot.com/2010/05/sugar-high.html">Baked by Melissa</a> flavor and not feeling a single bit guilty about it....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfABxZulYHiw2Pf08h2gBSzhBnpHVMZgHOUHeEk48_QldTpESyTsNDRKhaaNM246gg_iKwSYX78BNLWElykK367c790qWoQY_LxAqgs9UcUeTXKJjvnawevHC8Ukt7C6Ww0_AiNjd1Io/s1600/P9120003.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfABxZulYHiw2Pf08h2gBSzhBnpHVMZgHOUHeEk48_QldTpESyTsNDRKhaaNM246gg_iKwSYX78BNLWElykK367c790qWoQY_LxAqgs9UcUeTXKJjvnawevHC8Ukt7C6Ww0_AiNjd1Io/s400/P9120003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521390480774217042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Taking a weekend road trip to Knoxville to cheer on the Vols:</span><br /><br />Inviting my sister on a last minute road trip....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj82TWYyQKmKwjuSXM0ojv1HuO2Dud3HFUxpd8PT-9nXiWoXzZlrH3bSCcrUJ_j3B3aNbUf7NdqTD9DUGhvdUtrf7yJc3TgHDLgtqR8vO9wQgWkOonL04i10eiIvPiniZtQdcID1E-pLCE/s1600/P9180001.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj82TWYyQKmKwjuSXM0ojv1HuO2Dud3HFUxpd8PT-9nXiWoXzZlrH3bSCcrUJ_j3B3aNbUf7NdqTD9DUGhvdUtrf7yJc3TgHDLgtqR8vO9wQgWkOonL04i10eiIvPiniZtQdcID1E-pLCE/s400/P9180001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521390461434234722" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Making flip cup a family affair.....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMiL_tkRlGhnhNZe5pd_6B0_QwtKvR_coHj5DnZO3QTXr9u9VwKgbQhCHyaG_y7QZ4lqHLIOOc8q9d4Aff_KyTZlS8KubYlnzJwokz9PrlV662pWXfB0xGQ3hjtauicYSntUWK6cs8JRA/s1600/P9180007.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMiL_tkRlGhnhNZe5pd_6B0_QwtKvR_coHj5DnZO3QTXr9u9VwKgbQhCHyaG_y7QZ4lqHLIOOc8q9d4Aff_KyTZlS8KubYlnzJwokz9PrlV662pWXfB0xGQ3hjtauicYSntUWK6cs8JRA/s400/P9180007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521390468623476690" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Eating gator stew for dessert....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidgR-l2S3Djv_gblyfr1ldYxwMPDuSdTNMuYV3L_wJ26WFRSb-XgAQNmYGw8I9chxjrx16J9NcOpyEMr5IScP332i_ovua5Z8tIyHakYWhoHZfupwKdxfbZjKJJZxW3NZqKro8tRaQeR8/s1600/P9180005.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidgR-l2S3Djv_gblyfr1ldYxwMPDuSdTNMuYV3L_wJ26WFRSb-XgAQNmYGw8I9chxjrx16J9NcOpyEMr5IScP332i_ovua5Z8tIyHakYWhoHZfupwKdxfbZjKJJZxW3NZqKro8tRaQeR8/s400/P9180005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521390470532172722" border="0" /></a><br /><br />To see the rest of our month-of-vacations pictures, check out my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/unwraplife/">Flickr</a>.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-87910233681053236772010-09-04T08:42:00.000-04:002010-09-04T08:42:00.343-04:00Football FINALLY makes sense...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVg0i7kT8PMBXZvMdN9gd8HRUkFBoqm-pGD126Lr0ah7cWmOAHo1-AXTEAIIKvBHC-Vg1cXhyx7yEmpy6xSd3aINObTmTs0Q7dBcs-gApEnGoXFtPItnvRq2YxeYBCQwgBmpTYj7nm7A/s1600/power+t.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVg0i7kT8PMBXZvMdN9gd8HRUkFBoqm-pGD126Lr0ah7cWmOAHo1-AXTEAIIKvBHC-Vg1cXhyx7yEmpy6xSd3aINObTmTs0Q7dBcs-gApEnGoXFtPItnvRq2YxeYBCQwgBmpTYj7nm7A/s400/power+t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504692187970961170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >{image found <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://msp126.photobucket.com/albums/p96/TNLawman12/tennesseevols.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.myspace.com/ericberryforheisman/comments&usg=__Ld0EnGmeh4AWLwbLRTow6Uqw4Hk=&h=640&w=800&sz=123&hl=en&start=0&sig2=XK7MT3uKlZ-S86_xw8mlrQ&tbnid=0fQVCUMysjs09M:&tbnh=149&tbnw=200&ei=NZhkTOSzDY-nnQe7kumXDQ&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dgo%2Bbig%2Borange%26hl%3Den%26biw%3D1307%26bih%3D556%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:10%2C20&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=143&vpy=161&dur=37&hovh=201&hovw=251&tx=152&ty=93&oei=FJhkTMX2KN_snQeL14iYDQ&esq=12&page=1&ndsp=11&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:0&biw=1307&bih=556">here</a>}</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCv15Fle_4V8r1vMxlSGMI7sWUZl4_Na410_R_-vta4kgcgXHSQaXZ3_cZ7IhzgxQ7AeOKIml9o0hYw3FHutOlkgyPyqXZp0snVff-nJGDUA5RaUfp3NooicZRipw-Cv9Afbvo23wI_CE/s1600/tenn-10-hdr-6.png"><br /></a>A guy took his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blonde</span> girlfriend to her first football game. They had great seats right behind their team's bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience.<br /><br />"Oh, I really liked it," she replied, "especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents."<br /><br />Dumbfounded, her date asked, "What do you mean?"<br /><br />"Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was: 'Get the quarter back! Get the quarter back!' I'm like...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Helloooooo</span>? It's only 25 cents!!!!"Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885524811947946295.post-45851135804397105572010-08-27T07:38:00.000-04:002010-08-27T07:38:00.127-04:00The Neurotic Versatile BloggerAs promised, my other award from the talented (and recently promoted!) <a href="http://allthesmallstuff-cole.blogspot.com/">Cole</a>.<br /><div style="border: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg485J0oEEAwRzxvmehkj1BHNpPjs6z9dTqgSk_fDGyM4d1Q05yxnFL7Oa2aXKAY7YI4-NZRGyttDPwQ5BlPRr_-BNTe1soaWPP53KfHntp1ngxzTXNMkjRG_S0m5YgMCxfGfJdhSvkfHKr/s1600/VersatileBloggerAward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg485J0oEEAwRzxvmehkj1BHNpPjs6z9dTqgSk_fDGyM4d1Q05yxnFL7Oa2aXKAY7YI4-NZRGyttDPwQ5BlPRr_-BNTe1soaWPP53KfHntp1ngxzTXNMkjRG_S0m5YgMCxfGfJdhSvkfHKr/s320/VersatileBloggerAward.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="border: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border: medium none;">For the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Versatile Blogger</span> award I need to tell you all 7 things about myself.</div><div style="border: medium none;"><br /></div>1. I always flush the toilet with my foot in public restrooms. Yes, I realize the stall door and the sink handles have just as many germs, but I can't help myself.<br /><br />2. I have this obsession with headbands. I <span style="font-style: italic;">want</span> to wear them so badly. My favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">barista</span></span> at Starbucks wears one nearly every day and looks darling. I want to look darling too! Sadly for me, I've got a big fat head, so all I end up with is a big fat headache to match.<br /><br />3. I currently owe $2.25 in library late fees. If I can't renew a book I'm reading, I'll just keep it until I'm finished.<span style="font-style: italic;"> Bad, library patron, bad</span>!<br /><br />4. I hate it when people mispronounce the words <span style="font-style: italic;">indicative</span> <span class="pronset"><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="prondelim">[</span><span class="pron">in-<span class="boldface"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dik</span></span></span></span>-<span style="font-style: italic;" class="ital-inline">uh</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tiv</span></span></span><span class="prondelim">] </span></span></span>and<span style="font-style: italic;"> preferably </span><span class="pronset"><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="prondelim">[</span><span class="pron"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="boldface">pref</span>-er-<span style="font-style: italic;" class="ital-inline">uh</span>-b<span class="ital-inline"><span style="font-style: italic;">uh</span>-lee</span><img class="luna-Img" src="http://sp.dictionary.com/dictstatic/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" />l</span><span class="pron"></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>. If you can't pronounce it correctly, you shouldn't be using it in a sentence.<br /><br />5. After that last one, I might as well admit this one too: I love <a href="http://www.dictionary.com/">dictionary.com</a>! More people should use it.<br /><br />6. I like to keep my email organized. I have at least two dozen folders in my Yahoo account and file everything accordingly. I realize this makes me a dork. But I'm a dork who can find any email from the last 7 years.<br /><br />7. When Nate's out of town, I always sleep with the bedroom door locked. I don't know why this makes me feel safer. All it really does is slow the bad guys down long enough to wake me up so that I'm fully conscious when they come to get me, but whatever. If it helps me sleep at night, that's all that really matters.<br /><br />Your turn! Give me one random fact about yourself in the comments.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895488792730918990noreply@blogger.com9